Hostages

ten

- Andrea -

"Louis!" I called out, walking into the pitch dark room. The cool air still left goosebumps on my arms. I pressed a hand to my forehead when I realized he wasn't here. "Louis!" I yelled again, this time the tears trailing down my already soaked cheeks. "No! No! He was here!"

"I told you!" The Irish accent boomed. I clenched my jaw together to keep myself from screaming at him. I folded my arms over my chest, facing away from them. I heard something tumble over. I looked to see Niall had tipped the other wooden chair in the middle over. "We shouldn't have wasted our time on this!"

"Niall just calm down." Paul tried to sooth the aggravated blonde kid. God, was he childish. 

"No Paul! Our Louis is out there somewhere and I'm not gonna sit around on my ass following liars around to find him!" He shouted, shooting a glare at me in which I returned. I could tell we weren't going to be the best of buddies. 

"He was here though!" I argued back at him, trying to keep my voice low, but it rose with every word I spoke. How could this have happened? Louis was here, I know he was. "I know he was! I swear!"

This all some logical explanation to it. I left maybe just a half hour ago. Louis was bleeding to death on the floor. Patch wouldn't have just left Louis alone if he was still living. Plus, Patch said I have something of his, which means he's going to use Louis as bait to get what he wants. Louis' alive, and Patch has him.

"Then prove it." He yelled back, throwing his arm at me. He looked me up and down, but his eyes didn't linger anywhere. It was pointless arguing with him, but this is no time for blame games.

"My bruises," I displayed, pointing to the slap bruise on my face and the ones forming on my arms and the one on my shin. "The kidnapper's name is Patch, he was hitting and kicking me right before we tried to escape."

"Makeup." Niall slouched off, shoving his hands deep in his jean pockets. He seemed amused and it only made me angrier. I clenched my fists and took deep breaths. The boys watched us intently, I could feel their looks exchanging between Niall and I but my focus remained on Niall. 

I shook my head, clenching my jaw. "They're not makeup." I said, firmly, but he still wanted a fight. He still wanted evidence. Boy, does that little leprechaun make me boil.

I pointed to the chairs and ropes on the floor. "The chairs and the rope. We sat in these stupid things for what? Three hours? Until Louis finally untied me and I untied him." 

"Set up to make it look like a scene." He shrugged, still not believing it. Everyone's eyes just watching us back and forth, trying to see who they believe more.

If Niall keeps up with this immature attitude, I'm gonna nail him. I wanted to punch the kid and I would if we were alone. I balled my fist, just in case. "The blood." I pointed out, walking back out and into the storage area where the puddle of Louis' blood lay. "That's Louis' blood from when he was shot. It's still fresh too." I said, holding back the tears.

"They make fake stuff for that you know," he raised an eyebrow at me as if I was the stupid one here. He did a fake yawn, letting me know he was bored, and smirked shoving his hands deep into his pockets again. He really should watch what he says because the minute he's alone, he's gonna get it.

I looked back around in the cellar, only to have spotted something in the corner next to the candle that still flickered mindlessly, making the room smell of the familiar pumpkin spice. A note. I picked it up. The handwriting was sloppy but it was still readable.

Dear Friends,

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.

- P

"How about this?" I said, handing him the little slip of paper. How could he not believe that note. 

"You wrote it." Niall argued, handing it back to me. "I'm not stupid princess. I've watched enough of these crime TV shows, to know what's going on."

I closed my eyes, trying to manage my anger and my screaming tone. I asserted myself then spoke, "If I wanted to kidnap you guys, I would have done it by now. It's pretty damn easy to take a rock to all your heads and tie you up in here. I would've done it the second you stepped into this room but I haven't, have I?" I bickered, my headache only growing stronger.

Louis is out there somewhere, dead or alive, and no one is going to find him unless they believe me. I feel like Harry is the only one who does and that just might be the desperation of getting his friend back.

"Mind games." Niall whispered, making me clench my jaw even more. "You're saying this now, but you could be lying and already have a plan and this is just a step closer to us falling right into it."

I looked at him in disbelief and scoffed. "So you guys really don't believe me?" I questioned all of them, taking a step back. My throat tightened, my stomach knotted, I felt like throwing up.

I looked at them all and they all didn't say anything. I couldn't believe this. This is who Louis is "friends" with? Really? Louis doesn't deserve any of them. He deserves so much more than these bullshit friends.

"I am telling you guys," I said, trying to calm my voice down from yelling at the blonde kid again. "Louis was here and I was tied up to him, you have to believe me."

"Well, we can't know that unless you have any real evidence." Harry sighed with a sympathetic look. He was on Niall's side. His body language read that he was sorry but his eyes told me otherwise, saying that he couldn't trust me anymore. Great, cause that's just what I want. Another person to not trust me anymore.

They all turned on their heels, walking out. The door was left open, allowing me to escape from the prison freely, but I remained glued to my feet. The silence was piercing in the room, deafening almost, and I wanted to cover my ears from it and remind myself I wasn't alone. But I was. And the all left me in complete and utter silence. Alone.