The Shadow //Larry S/Lirry/Zarry/Narry

Chapter 3

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I woke up and everything was black. I tried to open my eyes but my head hurt too bad. I felt around and it was a tight space. It was cold. Was it a trunk? I couldn't figure it out.

It must have been, because they braked And i flew forward.

I hit something and got knocked out again.

. . .

I woke up I could finally see. But it took a while for my eyes to adjust to the light.

I was sitting at a kitchen table. Zayn was across from me.

was he dead?

I looked down. i wasnt tied up or anything, so i stood up. i quickly walked around the table to Zayn. i looked closely at him. no visible injurys, except for minor bruises and scratches. i shook him

"Zayn?"

no response.

"Zayn."

he jumped. he looked up at me and looked really confused. "Harrry?"

"Zayn what's happening. where are we." i asked him

"i dont know. im scared." he said.

he tried to stand up. he quickly grabbed his knee.

"Ahhh. shit"

"what happened?" i asked grabbing his knee.

" i fell over a vase, i think. All i remember is blood. a lot of blood."

"so you dont know how we got here?"

Zayn shook his head.

i looked around.

just as i was about to walk into the other room somebody walked into the room. i ran back to my chair and they just stood in the doorway. they had a freaky black mask on so i couldn't see what they looked like. all i could tell was that it was a short guy. he slowly and eerily walked over to the table. he set down a pile of things in front of each of us. he then walked out of the room again.

I heard the footsteps fade for a minute, then I heard a slam and a click. As if something locked.

I reached forward. It was a pile of clothes. And there was a note.

"Welcome. I'm sorry to have you join me like this. But now that you're here we will be happy and have fun! - you're shadow xoxo"

"What did your note say Zayn???" I asked.

"It says....
I'm sorry about your knee you wouldn't stop and listen to me. But there is stuff to clean and bandage it, and I will bring you medication later. Anyways I hope you two get comfortable, you'll be here for a while ;) - l

What the fuck." He stared at the note.

Zayn stood up and pulled his pants down to fix up his knee. I stood up and walked out of the 'kitchen' the next room over was a room with a old looking couch and a small TV. I walked over to the TV. I turned it on. There was the guy. Black mask, black hoodie and all. He started talking. But it wasn't a normal voice. It was deep and spooky. It kind of reminded me of something you would hear in a scary movie.

"Welcome boys. I hope you enjoy your little home I have made for you. Harry-"

He knew my goddamn name.

"You're room is black. Zayn, you will only be with us temporarily, so your room is smaller, but it's right across the hall from Harry's."he paused. "But I have to go. Bye for now boys"

What the actual fuck is happening right now?

By now Zayn had joined me. He was to the left of me just staring silently at the TV with tears brimming his eyes.

" What did he mean by Zayn will be with us temporarily?" He asked in a shaky voice.

"Either it's a good thing, and you get to leave this hell sooner..." I paused. "Or its the opposite of good..." I said.

He started to cry.

"This can't be real. Zayn. This can't be real. Slap me as hard as you can. No balls." I said.

"But harr-"

"FOR GOD'S SAKE SLAP ME" I yelled.

He slapped the side of my face really hard. I doubled over, and no. I was not having a terrible nightmare. I would not wake up from this. I was actually kidnapped. We. We were kidnapped.

I felt like puking.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!? WHAT MAKES IT OKAY IN YOUR TWISTED MIND TO TAKE OUR FREEDOM AWAY? YOU ARE DISGUSTING. YOU... YOU... FUCK FACE!!" I screamed. " WHEN I SEE YOUR FACE NEXT IM GOING TO GRAB YOU AND RIP YOUR THROAT OUT! I WILL MAKE YOU SUFFER. YOU CANT KEEP US HERE FOREVER!!!"

I stomped down the dark shady hallway. There was no front door. Only the doors, were to each of the bedrooms and the bathrooms in each of our rooms. It was a big 'house' but how did he get in? Where did he go?

I walked to the room that was now mine I was scared to open the door.

I slowly turned the handle.

I walked in and I was rushed by an amazing smell.

It was, almost, as if I forgot for a moment what was happening. I walked further into the room and believe me, it was huge. The bed was easily a king.

I walked over to the dresser. They were full of clothes. Some look exactly like the clothes I had at home...

I made my way over to the bathroom. I looked in and it made me feel like a millionaire.

It had a giant tub. Almost like a hot tub. The shower was three glass walls and one tile wall where the shower head came out. The sink had a black bag that read "Mr. Styles." I walked over to it and opened it.

It contained a wooden handled razor. With an 'H' carved into the handle. There was a wood handled brush, and other bathroom necessities. I took a deep breath and walked out.

I sat down on the bed and heard my door open.

I turned around to see the boy. Brown hair black sweatshirt and bright blue as the ocean eyes.