Hostages

twelve

- Andrea -

I sped fast down the street, pumping my arms and moving my feet as fast as I could. My heart rate was through the roof and I really shouldn't be doing this much running with all my asthma problems, but I'm doing this for Louis. I will not stop until I find him. I don't care if I die. Plus, the boys only left about fifteen minutes ago, they shouldn't have gone that far.

Making it into town, my eyes looked around, searching for the huge crowd of girls and the four celebrity boys. Any girls with T-shirts? Nope. Nothing. Ugh, come on!

I booked it down Main Street, excusing and apologizing myself every time I bumped someone. Someone even asked if I was okay, but I just kept running. I stopped dead in my tracks when I noticed a familiar blonde boy, sitting alone beside an alley way across the street. He was curled up in a ball, his head hung low.

I gave an odd look, cocking my head to the side, before looking both ways. When the street was clear I jogged across. "Niall!" I called out as I reached him. I didn't see sign of any of the other boys. Where'd they go? After what happened with Louis, they're really going to leave another member alone? Idiots.

Niall looked up. He gave a surprised expression at first, and stood quickly to his feet. His eyes were red and puffy and I could tell he had been crying. He didn't hesitate to start speedwalking away from me, but there was no way in hell he was getting away from me this time.

"Niall." I said, jogging up to his back. I stomped my feet to keep up with him. I wasn't even in shoes either. "Niall." I called again but he wasn't answering. "Hey, I'm talking to you!" I pulled on his shoulder to face me.

"What do you want?" He snapped, whipping around to so we were mere inches apart. It was a little too close for comfort, so I took a step back to give us some space. I didn't say anything for some reason, speechless at how angry he is with me. Wow, this dude hates me. He started to turn and walk away.

"I have evidence I was with Louis." I tell him, grasping his wrist and jerking him back. I'm guessing Paul saw and wasn't far, because he yelled.

"Hey!" He barked, running up with the other boys trailing behind him. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I have evidence I was with Louis." I told them all. Niall was standing right in front of me, just a foot from body contact. He smelled of sweat, but I couldn't blame him from running around all day. Plus, it's June and it feels almost as if it's one of the hottest days of the year, but that might just be from me running around too.

Louis' medallion. My mind reminded me. I opened the palm of my sweaty hand, from running and from my shaky nerves. There sat the silver lucky charm Louis was wearing on him just hours ago.

Harry gasped. "That's Louis' medallion." He huffed out a huge sigh of relief. I pulled my eyes from the medallion, looking up at Niall who was holding intense eye contact with me. "Louis carries it around all the time for good luck."

"He gave it to me and said these exact words 'I want you to know that whatever happens, we're doing it together.'" I recalled, the memory of Louis was nearly faded and it only happened less than twelve hours ago. Hard to believe.

Niall looked down at my hand and back up at me. He narrowed his eyes, thinly sharpening, but I could tell by the look in his eyes that he believed me now. It relieved me to know he was starting to warm up to me, I'm guessing. It still seems that he hates me.

Niall sighed, glancing down at my hand again. "Okay, but we still don't know where he is." He agreed, of course doing what he does best, and making up another excuse.

I, however, grinned wide, knowing that I have an answer to that question too. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Now we're getting somewhere. "I have an idea."