* * Sequel to His Hostage: Don't read if you haven't read book 1! * *
Now that Zayn's locked up and the media is dying down, Emmeline and Harry are given a fresh new start. With both attending the same college and the new friendship and growing roma...
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"No you hang up". Straight up SWOONED watching this whole video. He's so cute. And if I don't get tickets to at least one show on his whole week on late late I'll die.
Okay, enjoy!
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It took me forty five minutes to reach the damn front of the line.
Forty fucking five minutes, and I'd lost any ounce of patience in me a good forty minutes ago. The people in the line behind me were too close for comfort and I was sure they didn't know the meaning of personal space. My hand was permanently clutched to my bag too, after catching several men leaning against the wall eyeing it. Looking around, I saw I was the only girl carrying one and that along with the fact I was dressed like a nun compared to them-, I stood out like a sore thumb.
Once the guard let the person in front of me go in, his beady dark eyes fell on me. His eyebrows raised and he looked me over, scrutinizing my attire with a displeased frown. He was intimidating, with his bulging muscles and his bulky shoulders. Yet still, I was driven with motivation to get inside and find the hell out what my boyfriend was up to.
"Can I go in or-?" I asked, my tone dropping with impatience. I could care less about how rude I sounded at the moment.
His eyes swept over me once more before he looked me in the eye and held his palm out. "Twenty bucks to get in."
I frowned but nonetheless, dug my hand into my bag and blindly searched it for the loose cash I knew was in there. Once I felt the paper in my fingers, I pulled it out and slapped the two tens in his open palm. He looked down at it, eyeing the money before nodding and stepping aside. "Go on in."
"Thanks."
"Have fun." He sounded amused and I ignored the way he seemed to be mocking my mere presence. Sending him a glare, I held my bag close and pushed the curtain aside to go in. I halted for a moment, unsure of where exactly to go when one side was a long dark hallway and the other side had another curtain. I didn't want to ask the rude guard for help so I hesitantly pushed the curtain back to see a long staircase, a door at the bottom of it to which another guard stood at. As if sensing my uncertainty, he waved me over with a brief jerk of his head. Sucking in a breath, I walked down the stairs and pressed my lips together when I met the second guard's eyes. He gave me a once over just like the other but he seemed not to care enough to mock me for how different I looked compared to the rest of the people walking in here. He stepped out of the way and opened the door for me and I mumbled a quiet 'thank you' before walking in. His response was slamming the door behind me and I forgot to scoff at his rudeness when the loud music mixed with various voices filled my ears.
Focusing on my surroundings, I saw that I stood in a place that looked like it had been a club in the past. The room, with its concrete walls- was huge and was filled with well over four hundred people. The heat from all the bodies made it feel stuffy and it was hard to see over anyone's head. How the hell was I supposed to find Harry in here?
