Kidnapped [Narry] || Editing

Chapter 8

Harry tried not to move when Niall leaned down and kissed his chest, hoping the blonde didn't notice how his heartbeat picked up. It took all of his willpower not to turn around and smash their lips together when Niall kissed his cheek, and he just caught himself from saying "I love you more." when Niall told him he loved him.

He heard Niall leave the room and he nearly followed him, but he stayed put, figuring Niall was just going to make a sandwich or something. He opened his eyes when he heard water running, and his heartbeat picked up when he heard glass breaking and screaming. The scream was cut off suddenly, and Harry shot out of bed, running blindly through the house into the kitchen.

Niall was being held by the man the kidnapped him. He had on hand over Niall's mouth, the other holding his wrist. The man had his mouth by Niall's ear, and Harry could only guess he was whispering bad things into his ear.

"Let go of him!" Harry yelled. His head was pounding with anger, and it didn't help when the man sneered at him. 

Louis was the first one to wake up, hearing all the commotion downstairs. His heart jumped when he heard a gunshot.

"Fuck!" He whispered. He punched Liam and Zayn's arms to wake them up, dragging them to the kitchen before they could get a single word of protest out.

"Shit!" Zayn said upon sight of Niall. The man that had a hand wrapped around his mouth had a gun as well. He appeared to have shot a vase behind Harry, obviously aiming for the curly-haired boy, who had ducked in time. It would have hit him in the arm, but still-

"Leave him alone!" Harry screamed. The man chuckled, pressing the steaming gun to Niall's temple. Niall screamed in pain.

"He's coming with me." The man said. Liam had his phone out now, behind his back so the man couldn't see. The man wasn't focused on him anyhow. He had Uncle Simon on the phone, thumb over the slots his voice would be coming out of, silencing anything Uncle Simon might be saying.

"W-wait!" Liam said, trying to distract him. It helped that his voice shook, making him sound more natural considering the situation. "Is it money you want? We can give you money, please, just give Niall back."

"No." The man said. "I think I'll keep him. He was very good for me. Weren't you?" The man turned to Niall, who was crying, his hands on the hand the man had over his mouth. Louis and Zayn had to hold Harry back, who had tried to go forward and attack the man.

"Please." Liam said. "Any price? you name it. Imagine having so much money you could do anything. You could buy millions of boys- and girls- who would be so willing to pleasure you. People better than Niall."

It pained Liam to say that. Who was better than Niall? Harry was thinking the same thing, but now was not the time to snap at Liam.

"But they aren't worth as much as he is." The man stated, and that was true.

"Please-"

"Enough." He turned the gun on Liam. Liam's heart began to pound, and he almost dropped the phone, but that would have probably made the man shoot him, and he didn't want that to happen at all. "One more word-"

"Freeze!" There were suddenly five guns pointing at the man. Uncle Simon came through the door. Liam smiled, hanging up his phone with a trembling hand.

"Don't move! Put the weapon down!" One cop, a woman, said. 

"Unhand him now or we shoot!" Another cop said; a man this time. 

"But to shoot me, you'd have to shoot him." The man said, shifting so that there weren't any cops behind him, they were all unintentionally aiming their guns at Niall. "You wouldn't shoot an innocent little pop star would you?"