The Bodyguard (5sos)

Chapter 24

Maeve POV

The man leads me into the back of the bar. It's very small and deserted. There is a small kitchen with only the necessities, an oven, stove top, a little grill area, fridge/freezer, and a microwave. It obviously hasn't been cleaned in a long time. Dust layers the appliances and dirt is caked on the checkered tiled floors. Another man dressed in all white (assuming it's the chef) sits on a chair by the oven. He glances up from his phone and his eyes widen when they meet mine. His gaze goes back to his phone, almost as if he didn't see me. I ignore him for now and continue on.

An office crammed in the corner of the back. Papers are messily thrown through out the room; they are on the floors and some have been stapled to the walls. A desk chair has two coats piled on it along with even more papers. The desk is barley visible underneath the stacks of bills and insurance papers. The room is lit by a single light bulb, the adjacent one is shattered. A landline phone sits untouched, collecting a layer of dust. The soft hum of a computer is the only sound that is heard in the room. 

Only now do I realize that the bartender must have gone back to his post. I continue my search for Michael, or at least his phone. A walk in freezer is the only other room in this dump. The door is air tight and made of some type of metal. There is a small window, but it has been frosted over. The only difference about this door is that there is a padlock on it, requiring some kind of passcode. 

"Hey sweet cheeks." I say to the chef. "How about you help me open the freezer?" 

He briefly glances up from his phone to look at me. 

"What's in it for me?" He asks gruffly. 

I smirk at him. "Oh, I don't know. Your life?"

Once again, his eyes widen and he rushes to unlock the door for me. I watch as he punches in the four number code. 6-7-2-9. The chef tells me to ask if I need anything else, but I ignore him and tug the door open. There Michael sits tied up on a chair. He is notably shivering and his eyes are squeezed shut. There are bags underneath his eyes and Michael's is even a shade more pale than before. Blood is splatted everywhere, frozen and crystallized everywhere. 

"Michael?" I say softly. 

His eyes meet mine, and he seems to go into a panic. "Maeve, y-you can't b-be here. Th-they'll hurt y-you. Please go while you can. Go!" He urges. 

"In case you haven't noticed Michael, I am very capable of protecting myself." I move closer to untie him. "I made it this far so I will rescue you now whether you like it or not. Sound good?"

Michael barley nods, but allows me to haul him to his feet. I ask if he can walk, and he takes a few shaky steps before I am satisfied. I pass him my light rain jacket, hoping that it will help him with the cold. I look into his eyes one more time before pushing the door back open. 

"Move a muscle and the kid dies." A stern voice says. 

I look up only to be met with the barrel of a gun pointing directly at Mike's head. It is at eye level, only a foot away from my face. I internally grin, knowing that my next moves will be perfect. 

"Oops." I say as I knock the gun out of the person's hand. I take the moment of shock that the guy has to punch his face square in the nose, obviously breaking it. His hands fly to his face and I knee him where it hurts. I hear Michael gasp behind me, so I whip around. There is a guy standing directly behind him. Michael acts on impulse and I'm glad he does. Even though Michael is weak from being cold, he jams his elbow in the other's face. Michael blindly kicks behind him, nailing the guy's pain spot. 

Michael and I make eye contact with each other. It is almost as if we could read each others minds, and we simultaneously start to sprint. We push pass the front bar where the bartender is standing looking awfully bored. 

"Thanks for all your help." I snicker. 

"No problem. Thank you for yours, the police will be here shortly." 

I smile to myself, knowing that this bartender was on my side the entire time. Michael and I don't stop running until we get to the car, piling in immediately. I start blasting the heat, still seeing Michael shivering. Michael sits on his hands to try and keep them warm. I turn on to the main road, heading back to the hospital. I know that Calum and Ashton would be worried about Luke, but they will be thrilled to see Michael. I continue at my fast pase, a hefty speeding ticket, and Michael seems to be getting warmer. 

"How did you know that I was there?" He asks after he warmed up a little.

"Cal remembered about your phone, it helps me track you." I say simply. "Cal and Ash are so worried about you."

"What about Luke?" 

I have no choice but to stay silent. 

"I can tell you what I know. When they took me, they took Luke too. They grabbed us and pulled us into these black SUV's. They look like normal cars, so you can't really go looking for one. Luke and I were put into different cars, so he must be at a differently location than me. They were talking about it in the car, something about the both of us about to enjoy ice torture. So if I were to assume something, I would assume that Luke is in a freezer somewhere as well, getting the same treatment that I did."

Signing off,

Maeve 

Again writing during school, I wrote this all in 15 minutes so it probably isn't very good, but whatever. Tell me what you think! 

Also shout out to @5SOS_Ally310 for voting on like everything.

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