Tangled {EDITING}

Chapter 8

Please comment and vote! Tell me what you guys think? Oh and the creepy guy who called shannon in the last chapter, well he's coming back! Do you think he's the kidnapper who kidnapped one direction? or his accomplice? COMMENT <3

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I finished changing, got out of harry's room and went downstairs. Everyone was there except for harry, who was changing. I saw that El was wearing her black skinny jeans from yesterday, her hair was in a messy bun and she took off her crop top and only had a white tank top on. I was wearing the same clothes from yesterday although i couldn't take my jacket off because i only hadon my black lace bra. I left my hair down this time and not in a messy bun. My hair needed to be combed, badly. 

I herd footsteps and saw harry coming downstairs, wearing a blue blazer with a red shirt, Black skinny jeans and black converse. He's got some style, i thought. As we headed to the door I sensed that everyone's mood was drained from them. We got in the car, which harry was driving and louis in the passenger seat. I was sitting by the window with el next to me and liam next to her. Zayn and niall were in the back. I looked at everyone, they all seemed depressed and some-what scared to face the kidnapper. I dont want to see his face either, considering he almost kidnapped me but at least we get to put him in jail. I felt sad for the boys more because they had to stay with this guy for a week with him torturing them. People are so cruel. 

While we were driving to the police station which was about 15-20 minutes away from louis house, everyone was still silent. I thought by now, louis would be hyper and excited to put this guy in jail but his mood is just like everyone else's. 

"Hey shannon, remember to tell they boys after that we need to go home. Im in desperate need for a shower and change of close" El whispered in my ear.

"Why don't you ask your boyfriend?" I said, smiling a little knowing it was true, they should go out already! 

El punched me hard in the arm and i flinched. 

"OUCH!" i whispered, (sort of). Niall and zayn both asked what happened simultaneously. Me and el both responded with nothing, simultaneously. 

I whispered back to el, "What was that for?"

"He's not my boyfriend, and YOUR boyfriends driving anyways so he should take us!" El said with a little attitude in her tone. 

"First, Harry's not my boyfriend. Second, its OBVIOUS you like liam and DONT deny it!" I snapped back at her. I swear, you'd think were sisters. 

"I do not like him!" El said, blushing. She's a horid liar. 

"Yes you do!" I said

"Fine, you want to play that game? DEAL. I'll admit i like liam if you admit you like harry." She said, this time with a I-got-you smile plastered on her face. UGH. 

"Your such a bi-" I was immediately cut off by louis loud voice screaming we were here and harry honking to another car.

Liam got out first with el behind him and then me. Louis and harry came out, then zayn and niall. We all walked together towards the police station. Once we were inside, we were hit with a blast of hot air. They put the heater on, which didn't make sense. It wasn't that cold outside. I don't know, im just so used to London weather i could wear a tank top and not get cold. 

We sat down in the waiting room until a handsome detective came up to us. He looked in his mid- 20's. He had blond hair cut short, blue eyes, and a very fit suit on. 

"Good morning, im Mr. Collins. If you would follow me, i would like to show you some 4 to 6 guys who are currently waiting in a room over there - he pointed to a hallway - and we would kindly like you to tell us which one is the kidnapper." 

We all nodded and headed down the hall following him. We entered a room that was fairly small. It only had one window which overlooked 6 guys wearing black and white shirt and pants. There was no chairs, or desks for us to sit so we were all standing near the window. 

"Ok, i would like you to identify which guys kidnapped you. only the boys please."

"Why?" el asked.

"Because, ms.?"

"Davis" el said.

"Because ms. Davis, they were the ones held captive for more then a week with on of these guys. you weren't. so im sure it's easier for them to identify who the kidnapper is"  

Me and el nodded and stepped back. watching the boys intently pick who was there kidnapper. The boys seemed to be discussing something between them. after about 5 minutes of talking with each other, they turned to detective Collins and said that none of these guys were him. Detective Collins nodded and escorted us outside. 

"Okay, i'll call you again if we find anyone else for you to identify. Thanks again for cooperating with us." We all nodded again and headed for the car. We sat in the same positions as last time except harry wasn't driving, liam was. So harry was sitting next to me and el was sitting on the other side of harry.  I admit that not finding the guy today made me more anxious and tired. Not sleepy tired, just the kind of tired when your not doing something write, you've tried a millions times and then eventually give up. I looked over at el who was resting her head on the window, and then looked over at harry who had his head in his hands. I nudged him, which caused him to look up. 

"Whats wrong?" i said, feeling sympothetic.

"Nothing, i just feel like if they cops dont catch this guy soon he might kidnap us again or maybe even kill us." He said in his amazing husky voice. This time though his voice seemed sad. 

"I dont think thats going to happen harry. Dont worry me and El are here. We rescued you once im sure we can rescue you again" I said, smiling and winking at him. He smiled back, seeming happier this time.

Looking at me he said, "Your amazing shannon". 

I felt something. Something like sparks or maybe it was just my heart melting. Know one has ever said i was amazing, especially someone like harry. I think i need a minute, hold up. 

I looked at him, his eyes still barring into mine, smiling. He smiled back, and once he sat up straight i put my head on his shoulders. I felt comfortable, safe. Something about his touch made me feel like nothing in the world matter's but him.