Hostages

four

- Louis -

I don't know what it is about Andrea, but there's something about her that's very irresistible. I've always had eyes for her since sophomore year. She was my high school crush and the fact I'm locked with her, in a room, makes me the happiest person someone could ever be as a hostage.

She is just absolutely beautiful. No scratch that, she is perfect. Her hair was a natural wavy that stretched to her lower back. Her eyes a magnificent shade of blue that sparkled and could make any guy melt. Her lips were a plump pink color that made her smile stand out. She wasn't tall but she wasn't short. She was the perfect height. Curvy and perfect.

Sure Andrea's looks were amazing but her personality is what caught me. I don't know what it is exactly about her that catches my attention so quickly but she's irresistible. She was kind and sweet, intelligent and awkward, but extremely sexy all at the same time. Not to mention she has the best sense of humor I know of anyone. She's not afraid to be herself. She's not afraid to have all eyes on her. She's not afraid to stand out in a crowd.

How do I know all of this?

Well, I don't mean to sound creepy, but I've analyzed Andrea; like a project. I've been watching her like a hunter for years. Watching and spying her every move. Don't get me wrong, I'm not one of those guys that follows her to her house, it was only if we were in the same room together or I spotted her in the lunchroom, but she never even bothered to notice.

There was this one time where Andrea completely disappeared. No one knew where she had gone. Not even her parents. She just left. The story she had told everyone was that she remembered she was walking home from school one moment, and the next ended up in a hospital room. No one has no clue what happened or where she had gone. Not even Andrea herself.

The doctors had told her she was diagnosed with a concussion/amnesia. That she must've hit her head walking home and passed out, unconscious, on the side of the road where no one noticed.

First off, how does someone not notice a teenage girl just laying on the side of the road, practically dead, and not do anything about it. Second, she couldn't have hit her head because there was no scratch or mark. If she hit her head -- that hard -- to end up unconscious, she must have a scar somewhere. I think there's something to the story nobody, not even Andrea, knows.

I learned from my Andrea-studying, that X Factor was her favorite show. I tried joining the X Factor to see if I could catch her attention, but when I got to school the next day, she never spoke a word. I don't think she even cared. Did she miss it and not watch it or something? That's just the result I ended with.

After I was formed into One Direction and started tours, Andrea just seemed to have slipped from my mind. I wasn't thinking about her as much as I thought I would have. I mean, she is the reason I am in One Direction. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have auditioned. If it wasn't for that audition, I wouldn't be here with her right now.

When I heard we were stopping in Doncaster for a day or two on the Where We Are tour, all my childhood and high school thoughts came back to mind. Including Andrea. So this morning when I was at the bank, I spotted my breathtaking high school crush -- I was once in love with -- across the room. All the thoughts came back to me of high school. Once the lights went out and I heard a couple screams, I was looking around for Andrea's shadow, but could not find it. That's when I was snagged and thrown into a trunk of a car. I was punched in the face so hard that I blacked out.

We were sitting up against the cold concrete wall of the prisoned room. We had finished our lunch and were sitting in silence except for the clock ticking. I don't know if she liked the silence but I know I didn't. I was one of the loudest and most obnoxious kids in my house. Exactly, my house. Meaning, that out of my house, I'm quiet and shy. Or at least I try to be.

Andrea sighed beside me. I glanced over, watching as she picked at her red nail polish on her fingers. She had a crooked smile on, as if she was thinking really hard.

"Is something wrong?" I asked her, directing my attention at her. I kept my voice just above a whisper in the echoing room. She looked up at me, flashing a fake smile, before looking back at the project in front of her.

"Do you think anyone's looking for us?" Andrea asked, a little bit of worry in her voice. I could tell by the expression on her face that she wanted to get out of here just as much as I did. Heck, do you know how badly I want to get out? I have a tour, fans, the boys. The press are probably thinking I ditched the band, which is not okay because I would never do that in a billion years.

"Of course there are." I told her to calm her down and keep it positive. I was tempted to reach out for her hand and lace my fingers through. I held back. "I'm in One Direction, Andrea. I guarantee you all my fans, and police, and security, and the boys are looking for us." I listed, hoping that what I'm saying is true.

A smile played on her lips, but faded quickly. She stood up, walking over to the door, wiggling the knob. She stopped and leaned her forehead against the door. A tiny sob escaped followed with a sniffle and I knew she was crying. "I can't believe I got stolen." She said as if it were all her fault.

I traced her path, moving to her side. I wanted to grab her arm and whip her around to face me. I held back. People think I could be a ladies man with the amount of time I have spent with Harry but really, I'm not. Instead, I placed a warm hand on her back and soothingly rubbed it, attempting to comfort her.

"This isn't your fault, Andrea. I don't want you blaming yourself for something you didn't cause." I told her in a hushed tone to help her.

She sniffled and didn't hesitate to spin around, wrapping her small arms around me, giving a pleasant hug. My heart raced and my stomach fluttered. I have been hugged by many beautiful girls but this...this was Andrea. This is what I've imagined since I was fifteen.

With my arms still in shock, I quickly wrapped them around her, giving a gentle squeeze. Something that I did with the fans that cried when I met them. I smiled, taking in her scent. She smelled of cinnamon. A scent that brought me back to home.

"Promise?" Andrea croaked, sniffling, along with a small breathing coming from her mouth. God, she was so cute.

I pulled back from her, but didn't escape the warm hug, and held up a finger signaling to give me a second. With one hand wrapped around her still, I reached the other hand into my pocket. With a deep breath, I pulled out my lucky medallion that I've kept with me my entire life.

This medallion was a representative of my grandfather before he passed away. It was a tree, engraved into a small stone. My grandfather told me it represented trust and growth. It was also my good luck charm. I didn't go on stage unless I had it in my pocket.

"Here," I said, taking and opening up the palm of her hand to place the lucky charm in. "I want you to have this for now. My grandfather gave it to me before he passed away, letting me know he was always with me. I want you to know that whatever happens, we're doing it together. We're in this together and I'm promising you this now. I will get us both out of here." I pulled her back into a hug.

A small sniffle came from her shaky body and she looked up at me but didn't let go. "You're amazing, Louis." She complimented, in such a tone that it made my heart melt like butter.

I smiled, kindly, when inside I was jumping for joy. "You're just as amazing." I replied.