Hostages

eight

- Andrea -

"Oh my dear god!" The somewhat, familiar British voice shrieked. "Are you okay?" He asked, concerned, reaching out for my arm and pulling me up. I looked up to meet with his charming green eyes.

"Your...Your..." I trailed off, wiping the streaky tears, trying to catch my breath. "Oh my god, thank the dear lord!" I breathed hard again, putting my head between my knees. I looked back up at him and his expression revealed to be a little frightened. "I know where Louis is!"

Harry looked at me, furrowing his brows, confused. It looked as if he couldn't hear me over the noise from the screaming crowd behind him. "What?"

"I know where Louis is!" I repeated, a little louder, trying to mask over the sea of fangirls behind them. My heart racing, my voice dry and sore.

I assume he still couldn't hear me because he turned around and hushed the crowd, his three other band mates helping him. The girls finally quieted and he turned to face me again, moving a little closer so I didn't have to talk loud.

"I know where Louis is. I'm the girl that was kidnapped with him. Please, just come with me." I grabbed his hand, trying to pull him around the corner back towards the house. He stopped himself, not budging.

"Wait, what?" Harry asked, surprise and relief written all over his cheeky face and in his British voice. He was just as hot as everyone said he was. Wow, why didn't I become apart of this fandom before?

"No way." The blonde bandmate, Niall, piped up behind. His Irish accent was cute, but not trusting. He crossed his arms over his chest and slouched down on his back leg. "I don't believe that."

"Niall, shut up." Harry turned to him and commanded. His voice was full of control, his hand outstretched in front of him, reading that he was in charge here.

"No Harry," Niall snapped back, he obviously wasn't listening and was being very immature right now; it made my headache worse, "there is no way that she was locked up with Louis. I mean if she's here, where's Louis? For all we know, she could be another kidnapper."

"Do I look like a kidnapper to you, blondie?" I looked at him, standing in my 'are you kidding me right now' stance. "I'm telling you, I know where Louis is. I'm Andrea Chalmers. I grew up with Louis."

"Blondie? Oh really? Do you wanna fight, princess?" He barked defensively, starting to push forward but an older guy stepped in and pushed him back. I wanted to punch him, just take one swing at him. I could easily take him.

"Whoa, Niall, chill. C'mon, let's play nice here and hear the girl out okay?" The older friend calmed him, looking at him hard and stern.

I gave Niall one last deathening look, cocking an eyebrow, then turned back to Harry. His softened features made me feel better. "Louis' been shot-"

"What?" Harry was the first to say, then it caught on, carryinf it through the crowd, scared and panicky. Niall groaned, pulling out his blonde hair, and turning away, rubbing his face I'm the palms of his hands.

"I don't know if he's still alive, but you have to believe that I know where he is!" I added, tears sprung my eyes and my chin quivered knowing that Louis took a bullet for me. The gun Patch was holding was directed at me, but I'm guessing when it shot, Louis stepped in front. A tear rolled down my cheek at the vivid image I got of Louis bleeding to death on the floor, saving me.

Harry pulled me away from the others. "Andrea, right?" he asked for clarification, his voice low in a whisper. I nodded. "Are you telling me the truth? That you know where Louis is?"

I looked him dead in the eye, another couple tears falling from my eyes. "Yes."

Harry locked the gaze for a moment with me, his eyes shooting back and forth. My heart was racing, I bit my lip hard. He turned to his old man friend in black. "I believe her. Let's do this!"

The crowd roared with cheer as I sighed with relief. Finally, someone around here believes me. I waved them all to follow me, darting around the corner, onto the sidewalk.