Falling For The Curls

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Harry's POV

"Hi." I greeted a fan and then quickly took a picture with her.

I love the fans but they show up at annoying moments.

More and more people were coming over and I couldn't see Rosie anymore.

"I'm sorry but I really have to go." I apologized to the fans.

Running away from the fans, I searched around for Rosie but I couldn't see her anywhere.

Beginning to panic, I went back near the barriers and looked in every direction.

The fans were still following me and shrieking irritatingly.

Remembering she didn't have a phone made me even more anxious.

Rosie's POV

Then a tarnished hand covered my mouth.

I began to scream but it was muffled by the large hand.

Trying to wriggle out of his grasp, he began pulling me backwards through the door.

Apoplectic and petrified, I kicked about furiously.

That's when it went dark and I blacked out.

Harry's POV

Maybe she just went back to Oxford?

The what if questions flooded into my head as I ran a hand through my hair.

Completely overwhelmed with panic and fearing the worst, I resorted to asking people.

Too anxious at the time to remember that everyone knew me as a celebrity, I just began asking random people who reacted with shrieking or being too shocked to even speak.

"Have you seen a girl..er brown hair slightly curly at the bottom. Average height and she was wearing a white shirt and black skinny jeans." I asked someone who didn't shriek or come across shocked, trying to picture Rosie in my head.

"Oh erm.. I think I did, over by that door whilst I was at the bin." The man informed me.

"Thank you so much."

I dashed over to the door.

Did she go in it?

It seemed the only option.

Pushing down the handle, I wondered if it would be locked but it wasn't.

Sighing with relief, I slipped through the door and closed it.

There was a narrow corridor with grubby white walls and a several dim lights illuminating the area.

Did she go down here to explore?

She's not five, Harry. A voice in my head said.

Walking gingerly down the corridor, I constantly looked in front and behind me.

That's when I began to hear voices.

"No, Rick we have to do it now whilst he's still here." I heard a surly voice say.

"You got the number?" A rough voice said.

"Yes." The surly voice said.

The voices grew louder as I went further down the corridor until I came to a black door.

The surly voice began to tell a number to the person with the rough voice, it wasn't until the last few digits that I realized it was my number.

Transfixed in bewilderment and fear, I heard my phone buzz.