Soulmates. (Harry Styles) -completed-

♥-chapter sixteen-♥

My room was on the top floor of a half-finished skyscraper hotel in Las Vegas. I knew my location because they hadn't bothered to hide it. So there I was: shoved into a small room. O'Nate told me to get some rest. Rest? Is he being serious? How can I rest after being kidnapped? Better yet: how the bloody hell can I rest while my kidnappers are out to get my boyfriend?

I kicked the leather armchair stationed by the window. Just because this is five-star accomadation, it didn't make this any less of a prison.

I sat with my back against tjhe headboard of the bed, arms locked around my knees with my head hung low while I let out a few embrassing sobs. I missed Harry. Unlike my boyfriend, I couldn't see the future, which meant I had no idea how the story ends.

My head quickly snapped up. O'Nate, the savant, he's asleep. That was my chance to reach Harry. I just hoped their abduction was enough to tire them out for a while.

Harry.

I got no response. Another tear slid down my cheek. And another. I felt the tugging in my mind, meaning O'Nate had kept the shield there. But I couldn't give up. I needed Harry more than ever. He promised he'd protect me - so where is he? Why am I here? Why can't he just save me and take me home?

Harry? Can you hear me?

Still, no reply. I pressed my fingers to my temple and squinted my eyes shut tightly. Concentrate. Maybe Harry was asleep too?

No, he wouldn't be. I know him. He knows I've been taken, so he wouldn't be sleeping on it. He'd be searching the streets, making sure he found me.

Maybe I just didn't know what I was doing? Perhaps I should try the opposite of shielding? I thought as I paced the room. Well, the whole reason I can't get contact is because of the shield. So instead of trying to close my thoughts, I should try opening them up.

I tried again. Harry?

Kenzie? His thoughts sounded faint. moving in and out of reach like a thread of cobwebs dancing in the wind.

I'm in Vegas.

His shock was clear enough. You can't ... How can you ... me ... Vegas?

You tell me. You're the savant, remember?

... Miricle ...

I'm OK. They've got me on the top floor of the Fortune Teller. 

Can't ... you. Breaking ...

Fortune Teller. Top floor. My head was screaming as I tried even harder to open his thoughts. I'm no good at this. But I was determined to get my message through.

I ... you.

He clearly wasn't hearing my thoughts. I repeated my location.

... love you ... come for you.

No!

Easier ... closer.

No, Harry - don't! it's a trap! I love you too, but please don't come. It's what they want.

Kenzie! He'd felt the link fracture, scrambling my last words. 

'Harry.' I was on the floor. I crawled on my hands and knees to the bathroom and was sick. Though shaky, I felt a little better for it. Hauling myself to the bed, I fell on the covers face down and passed out.