Finding My Way Back To You

Chapter 4

HARRYS POV

I was so close. So fucking close to getting her back.

Her face was drained, and I could still see black smudges by her eyes. When she saw me, its like her whole world lit up, like a fire was ignited in her.

Seeing her being pulled into that car, it crushed me. I chased after the car, trying to remember the plate as I ran.

I fall onto my knees, on the sidewalk once I can't run anymore and the car is out of sight. I put my head in my hands, sobbing uncontrolably.

"Harry wheres Arianna, we heard her and we were yelling for her" Niall says, running up to me.

"Mate" Zayn says, but I don't pick my head up.

I'm such a fucking idiot. I should've seen them coming from behind her. And I couldn't do anything to them because they had backup, of course.

It seemed like the 'backup' didn't want to be doing this though.

"They got away" I finally manage to say.

"With Arianna?" Zayn asks. "Fuck! We should've ran faster to her"

"Its not your fault guys" I tell them and pick my head up.

"We need to find them." I say, getting up. "Before they do something to either one of them" I finish and run in the direction of the car.

ARIANNAS POV

The sun is shining brightly and I squint at the amount of light being shone through the window.

Images of Harry calling my name and running after me and to me replay in my mind. Then I was taken away again.

I was so close to getting back to him. So close.

When my eyes adjust to the light, I am facing a wall. I can't open my mouth, tape stuck onto my mouth. My hands are tied in back of me, on the same chair.

Gabby is no where in sight, the chair she was occupying now empty.

I try to get free but my attempt to try to escape once again, fails.

The amount of light in this room is unbearable. Its nearly minutes til sunset and it is so bright.

The door flies open, and a bruised and beaten Gabby is being dragged back to the chair. They try to grab her arms but she pulls back.

"Don't fucking touch me" she says.

She has a few cuts and bruises on her arms, her bottom lip has a cut down the middle.

The person ties her up to the chair and leaves the room.

I start struggling again, but it is no use.

We sit there in silence when I start to sweat..

A lot.

My whole face is drenched in sweat in a matter of minutes. I can feel the tape slowly coming off, not entirely but enough to let me speak.

"I was so close to getting back to him" I say.

She nods and looks down. "I overheard them talking about it. "

"Gabby what happened to you?" I ask.

"They threw me around, threw shit at me.."

"Why?"

"Because I kind of got upstairs..they left both doors open and I was like, 'theres my chance!' but they got me and threw me around, throwing all sorts of objects at me. One of them had like a small knife, smaller than the one I have and almost cut my cheek but I turned and they cut my lip." she explains.