*HARRY'S POV*
Why didn't I kill her. After all that is what I was meant to do. The guys are gonna flip. Especially Zayn, he makes me kill everyone and one time I didn't and he almost killed me himself. But, I couldn't bring myself to doing it.
The way her dark brown eyes glistened in the light. And her straight hair that gently rested down the sides of her neck. Get a hold of yourself Harry, you can't fall in love with a victim... Not again.
I slowly walk down the stairs praying silently to god that they don't suspect anything.
"So, was the job done?" I hear from behind me. Shit. I turn around and Zayn is looking very sternly into my eyes.
"Well... Here's the thing..."
"Harry..." He cuts me off. "You know what happened last time." Why is he being uncomfortably normal about this? This can't be good.
"Do you mean what happened with Nicky or the fact that you tried to kill me?" I shift slowly down the stairs still making eye contact with Zayn.
"Both." He slowly walks towards me with evil in his eyes. He reaches forward and... Pats my head? "I knew you wouldn't have the guts to do it after what happened with Nicky so, I could do it for you if you want?"
A smile forms on his face. "Um... Can't we just wait a while, I mean, her friends or family could be looking for her?"
"I went through her files before we saw her at the café and her family got brutally murdered in Egypt." I turn around and start walking down the stairs again, Zayn joins me.
"I still think we shouldn't of used that café to lure her in. And how did you know she works as a temporary night guard at the museum?"
He chuckles "I know people."
We make it in the living room and slump on the couch.
"So did you do it?" Niall walks out the kitchen with two big packets of pretzels. Zayn gives him a look that assures Niall that I didn't because of what happened with Nicky. "Oh. Well, we are in a bit of a predicament here." As he sits down on his favourite armchair he immediately opens the bags of pretzels.
"Hey give them back!" Liam shouts while chasing Louis down the stairs. "Come on. You know I need them desperately."
"Nay peasant. If you want them that badly then we shall fight to the death." Liam tackles him as roughly as possible grabbing a pair of tweezers from his hands. "Hey! Now my pelvis hurts." Liam hauls himself off of Louis and walks away with a smug fucking look on his face.
"Guys! Come on. You guys have been fighting over everything this week." Zayn huffs as he goes through the channels on the TV.
"I still don't get why you didn't finish the job." Niall muffles with a shit load of pretzels in his mouth. Louis's eyes go wide.
"I think we all know what's gonna happen." Louis paces the front room.
"He'll 'fall in love with her' then they'll fuck a lot of times, then he kills her because of the guilt of 'falling in love with her." They all say in unison.
"Please give it a rest. This time is different. I swear." I sink in my chair knowing full well that soon enough I'll have to kill her because someone will come looking for her. I know this time is different, but there is some doubt in my mind.
*BECCA'S POV*
I wonder when someone is going to come in here, I mean I've been in here for about three hours and I'm already dying of boredom. Just as I feel myself falling asleep, the doors fly open and of course the five idiots who kidnapped me are leaning over me.
"Are going to cut to the chase and kill me already or stand there gaping at me like bloody retards." I didn't want to say that, but I just couldn't hold the words in my mouth.
"Sassy. I like it." Louis I think his name is says. "But, soon enough that sass is going to get you killed. A smirk forms on his face as he leans in closer to me.
I close my eyes and inhale. "WHAT THE FUCK?!?!" I quickly open my eyes and Harry has Louis pinned up against the wall.
"Don't you dare touch her." Harry spits. The others are slowly walking towards him, they look like they have just pooped their pants. I wouldn't be surprised if they did, I mean after what just happened I don't think they'd be cool with it.
"Jeez. I was only joking. Please let me go before you crush my internal organs." He doesn't budge. Liall? Liam? What ever his name is grabs Harry by the arms and takes him outside.
"Fucking psycho." Louis says loud enough so Harry could hear. What the hell just happened?
"You know how he gets in situations like this." Zayn says stretching his arms out in front of him. I think they've almost forgotten I'm here after the five minutes of awkward silence. Zayn turns to look at me. Spoke too soon.
"I'm sorry about that." He smiles.
"Why apologise." He goes to say something but I continue, "I mean you've been through a lot of shit just to kidnap me and here you are apologising for a little lash out that happened because clearly that Harry doesn't want anyone touching me." He stands in quiet for a while. "Why me?" I finish.
He walks over to me and undoes the straps around my feet and wrists. Red marks appear very clear on where the straps were because of course they tied them really tight. I plan in my head how I'm going to run from this place, but before I even think a bag is placed over my head and I'm lifted up by my arms and legs and carried into a some sort of cell before removing the bag from my head.
"Just stay here and be quiet would you." He says quietly and moves swiftly from the place I was placed in. There's a bed right at the back of the cell and a sink and a dusty mirror.
I walk over to the mirror and wipe it with my torn shirt getting most of the dirt on my bare skin. As soon as the dust touches the cut Harry had made in attempt to torture me, it burns like hell. I'd forgotten all about, I guess the dirt is going to infect because my hand has already swollen a tad bit.
I look in the mirror and I jump at how terrible I look; my hair is all matty, and my tops ripped at the top. I turn the tap on and it splutters a bit before the clean looking substance called water pours out. My hand stings as the cold substance touches it.
I rip a bit of my sleeve off and use it to wipe my face. I wonder how long they'll keep me here? I wonder if they'll let me live as well. Well, by the looks of it I'll be here for a long time. I mean Harry literally almost killed Lewis? Louis? Whatever, all because he almost kissed me, so by the looks of that they'll keep me alive.
I sit on the bed, I can already feel the springs poking into my butt. I can hear faint footsteps moving in my direction. I can soon see a shadow moving along the corridor as I move to the bars of my cell. I jump back as Harry emerges from the dark and stands under the light bulb that swings from the middle of the corridor.
"Sorry." He mumbles. "For what happened back there. I didn't mean to-"
"It's fine." I cut him off. "I mean why apologise to someone you kidnapped clearly for a reason. I mean people always fight, and it's not the first I've seen someone almost get killed." I sigh and sit back down on the bed. "But, my real question is, why me?"
He also sighs. "I can't really say to be honest. Zayn is the only one really who knows the reason behind all the all the kidnappings. After all he plans them. My real question is, why aren't you scared?"
"My dad wanted me to be brought up properly, knowing all the ins and outs about certain things. He would sit there for hours telling me about how to look after myself in situations like this for example." I put my hands in the air indicating the situation I was talking about. "It is really interesting, well once you get used to all the lectures.
"That sounds pretty cool." He says moving to the door to the cell. He slowly opens it shuffling slowly inside. He sits next to me on the bed and faces me. "There was a girl, called Nicky, I loved her so much. Her face sort of stuck to my mind. But, my sub-conscious kept telling me to kill her because she wasn't doing me any good. But, you, there's something about you that has a stronger vibe than Nicky. I can't stop thinking about you, the way your hair fits neatly around your face and neck." He tucks some stray hair behind my ear. He then leans in and...
