Breathe

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Nina's P.O.V

I can't see anything, its all black. Am I dead? No I cant be dead I can feel every ounce of pain present in my body. What day is it? What time is it?

"Wyatt?" My voice comes out a broken whisper, I try again

"Wyatt" I say louder more clearer but still traced with panic

"Ni- Nina" I hear a response, relief spills over me almost conquering all the fear, but then it all comes back, we've been kidnapped and we are probably going to be killed.

"Where are we" I ask

"I don't know" Wyatt sobs and it kills me, I hear him sniffle as he continues to cry.

"We're going to be okay" I stutter, and I can almost hear the doubt in my own voice. Harry... My sweet, sweet Harry... he's probably going crazy from not hearing from me, but what would I even say; 'Sorry I've been kidnapped?'

I don't want him to know about this, he shouldn't have to have this burden while on tour.

I try to move and realize I'm sitting in a chair, my hands behind my back, likely tied with some sort of rope, it hurts and if I struggle too much it rubs against my skin. I move my head and shoulder together to try and remove the fabric covering my eyes.

"My- My kids Nina" Wyatt cries quietly "My babies, they're all I have" His voice cracks and tears well up in my eyes.

"I'm going to figure this out, I'm going to get us out of here I promise" I state, sounding more confident then I feel. I manage to remove the blindfold from my eyes, who ever tied it did a lousy job.

We're still in the house, we're in the basement I remember. My jaw drops when I look at the pool of blood forming around Wyatt's feet.

"Wh-What is it" He utters sobbing louder

"Nothing, nothing" I rush the words out of my mouth, I need to get untied.

I scoot my self over to Wyatt half way before I realize it's making an unruly amount of noise. "Shit" I curse to myself, I attempt to stand and successfully manage a half stance walk, I make it full way.

"I'm going to take your blind fold off" I tell him before nudging my head against his blindfold. It comes up half way when noise from upstairs makes me jump, I fall to the floor still attached to the chair, I wince at the pain appearing in my rib cage.

"She's trying to get out isn't that cute" A dark skinned man with no hair and wearing quite the extravagant suit with blacked out glasses talks down to me like I'm a small child. He quickly with one hand viciously rips off Wyatt's blindfold in one swift movement.

"Hey pretty boy, have a nice sleep?" He taps the side of Wyatt's cheek, he jerks his head the other way instantly.

"Don't touch him" I growl, anger pouring though every vein in my body.

He walks over to me and pushes my head into the cement, I squirm, this really hurts, and I whimper "Let me go"

"You're not as strong as you look" He laughs, I clench my eyes together and wish this was all a dream.

He grabs my chair and pulls me back up, I avoid his eye contact.

"Who are you" Wyatt says weakly

"That's none of your fucking concern" He spits out

"Now up" He grabs my wrists and forces them upward, in a direction my wrists and arms shouldn't go. I yelp, I can feel my muscles stretching and ripping.

"Stop! Stop! You're hurting her! Stop!" Wyatt roars, the man drops my arms I struggle to catch my breath.

He walks over to Wyatt and punches the left side of his face. Wyatt gives no remorse, he takes the punch with all masculinity.