Liam’s P.O.V
What the hell? How stupid are these people if they think we are going to go missing unnoticed?
At least we are all here together and hopefully safe. For a while at least.
We are locked in a small, square shaped room with stone wall. I hope this isn’t a permanent placement while we are here.
"Which could be until you die." My annoying conscience reminds me
The boys are all silent, probably worrying.
Zayn's elbows are on his knees and he is staring at the floor. Niall is drumming his fingernails against the wooden bench that he, Zayn and I are perched on.
Louis and Harry are on the cold floor, Louis sitting cross legged and harry sprawled out like a starfish.
"Are you taking up enough room harry or would you like me to sit on top of the others?" Louis sarcastically questions.
Harry rolls his eyes and straightens up, sitting like Louis.
"How fucking long are we going to be in here?" Harry shouts.
The distant sound of footsteps brings us to silence.
The door of our 'cell' swings open to reveal a man of about 20, the same age as us roughly.
He has several piercings and tattoos but so does everyone apparently including us so I won’t judge.
We follow him reluctantly, after niall prompts us. He can’t even stand still for 10 minutes.
Harrys P.O.V
I pull myself up off the floor and walk behind Zayn.
This is a load of bullshit. I’m not co-operating. Heck no.
We are led into another stone walled room with a few people in black polo shirts rushing around.
I start to get impatient when we are left standing there for 5 minutes.
I broad, tall man in a suit and tie stands directly in front of us and looks us all in the eye
I don’t dare break eye contact, no matter how intimidated by him I am.
He is just about to start speaking when the door is gently pushed open, and a girl walks in. She looks to be around 18 or 19 maybe. No younger probably if she works here.
She silently slides into the line of workers, next to the man who took us from our cell.
They smile at each other.
'I hope they aren’t together' I find myself thinking.
Wait. What?
I didn’t just think that. Forget her harry, she works for your fucking kidnapper.
I redirect my attention to the large man.
Elle's P.o.v
I feel Harrys stare burning into me but I do my best to ignore it.
I stand next to Sam- my best friend here- and look at all of the boys. I don’t think Liam has noticed me yet but Zayn, Niall and Harry are still staring.
Harry quickly diverts his attention followed by the other two when our boss, James, coughs.
Yeah, James looks scary on the outside. But on the inside he is one big softie. He is my dad’s 'enemy' but he doesn’t hold it against me, and dad ditched mum and I for a tall blonde woman a couple of years ago, so I don’t care for him much anymore. At least not as much as a daughter SHOULD care for her father.
But James has been kind to me, so I don’t really see this as being kidnapped anymore, it’s more like a holiday with my better-than-the-real-one-dad and pretend brother Sam and everyone else is like family too.
James starts to speak. I am almost laughing at the boys scared expressions at him towering over them.
"Before I fully explain, I want to let you know that your lives are not in danger while you are with me. I do not have any intentions of harming you in anyway. "
"Why the fuck are we here then?" Harry booms.
The other boys glare at him, probably still convinced that James will get angry. I let out a small chuckle.
James hears it and turns around.
He smiles at me and walks over. He whispers in my ear, "Elle, do you fancy doing this? The boys will probably shit themselves if I do it." He says in a joking voice.
I let out another giggle before nodding.
Liam is looking at me in disbelief. I guess he recognises me then...
I walk up to where James was standing, before clearing my throat.
"Basically, James," I nod towards him to show who I’m talking about, "Owes a shit ton of money to this dangerous gang in South America. He has to pay them quickly or they get our business. He couldn’t get the money any other way so he decided to kidnap the world’s most popular band for ransom. Ta dahhh''
I do jazz hands for a joke and Sam and James smile.
The boys are staring at me with wide eyes.
"What?"
