Direct {Harry Styles}

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Harry's pov

"Fucking tell me where she is! Tell me!" I roared in the mans broken face. I sent another punch to his face and grabbed his blood stained collar again, slightly lifting him out of the chair, "tell me now! Or I'll kill you like everyone of your dead friends over there!" I roared in his face and pointed at a pile of dead bodies, all of them refusing to tell me where Allison is.

He stayed silent and I punched him again and again, knocking him out cold. "Fuck!" I screamed and Zayn pulled his body out of the chair, throwing the limp body into the pile.

Niall is at home. He wants us to find her so bad, we all do. Louis hands me a water bottle and I chug the whole damn thing in seconds. I wipe the sweat from my forehead and bend over, hands on knees.

"How many was that?" I ask Louis as I catch my breath.

"22 dead," he recites and I exhale. Holy fuck.

"How many left?" I question, not really wanting to know.

"46 left," Liam answers and I nod.

"Harry you don't need to do this right now. These people could be hostages and we can deal with them later," Liam tries to get me to leave.

"No. Fuck no. Right now, Allie is getting the shit beaten out of her. Or she's crying in a basement. Or better yet, she's being raped right now! Fuck no. I'm not stopping. If you want to stop, go join that pile," I nod my head in the dead bodies direction.

Liam stays quiet, but I can tell he's pissed. Liam is family and I've barely ever threatened him before. "That's what I fucking thought. Now bring me the next one," I say.

Liam and Louis return with a struggling dag9 and I restrain myself from laughing. He looked like a fucking fish out of water, as they tie him down.

I take a deep breath and he calms down in the chair. "Ok here's your chance. Tell me where Allison Nightt is and you won't end up dead over there," I gesture to the pile. "And you can save everyone from over there," I nod towards all the dead men walking, waiting to be next.

He doesn't move a muscle and finally spits at my shoes. I send a punch directly in his face and the chair almost tips over. "Let me ask you again."

Lola's pov

Seriously Niall where the fuck are you? I've been fucking waiting for fucking 12 hours. I'm fucking starving and honestly I could kill someone out of anger right now. That's it I'm fucking done. I walk away from the door and take a deep breath. Breath. It's easy. I turn back around and get a running start. I ram my shoulder into the door and the whole thing comes crashing down. Ha fucker. A little girl with pink hair smashed your door down.

I stand up and pain travels up my right shoulder, but I've felt much worst. I brush myself off and look around. I'm in a hallway, with five doors. There's two double glass doors at the end and the rest are regular. Ok. Ok. Take a guess. Fuck. I walk down the hallway and pull my shirt over my head. I wrap it around my fist and smash the glass. I slid my hand through the whole and unlock the door. I shake my shirt free of glass and slid it back over my head.

I don't even have to walk inside to look down and find Nialls guns. What a fucking idiot. I grab the three pistols and put two in my back pocket. I walk down the hallway in stealth and find the stairs. Fuck. Up or down. Up or down. Down.

I creep down the stairs, keeping close to the railing so they don't creek under my shoes. I'm standing in the front room Niall dragged me through. I turn into another hallway and walk down. There's an open door and I slide down the wall. One, two, three. I peek into the door and it's a living room. There are three people watching the Telly. If I shoot, someone will obviously hear me. I can easily pass without anyone knowing.