Hostages

sixteen

- Andrea -

"About fifteen minutes, guys." Paul calls from the driver's seat. Fifteen minutes. Only fifteen minutes till I save Louis. Only fifteen minutes till I know whether he's dead or alive. Only fifteen minutes to finally feel like everything is going to be okay again. We were doing everything we could to get there as fast as possible, considering Louis' life was on the line.

Please be alive, please be alive. My thoughts spoke out of panic. The adrenaline coursing through my veins was pumping at top speed. My nerves were shaky. Although I felt like I had to and I needed to cry, I just couldn't. No tears were coming out. So I just sat there, blankly staring in front of me out the front window of the SUV.

I took the medallion from my pocket and clenched it in my hand as I took slow and deep breaths. I bit my bottom lip, squeezing my eyes shut in prayer that Louis will be okay. I'm guessing Harry noticed because he wrapped his arm around me and comforted me. I was sitting in the middle row of the SUV with Harry while Zayn and Liam sat in the back and Niall sat in the passenger with Paul driving.

We were all quiet, but with their presence here, I could feel their devastated tension rising in the thick air. We were all scared. They wanted their Louis back just as bad as I did.

But what would happen when Louis gets back? There wouldn't be time for an "us". He'd jump right back into his music career with the boys. He'd go on tour. He'd meet girls from all over the world. And me? I would end up fading and he'd forget all about me.

The vehicle finally pulled up next to the house. The memories from that day I was here flooded my brain. I didn't bother with them though. I immediately ripped the seatbelt off and jumped from the SUV before anyone could get out or stop me.

"Louis!" I struggled to scream, but a hand covered my mouth before a full scream could escape my mouth. I was hauled back by the chief of police. I tensed up and pushed him off. He looked at me apologetic, obviously remembering about my past. I can't believe this guy is still chief. But then again, he was pretty young and was just a fresh policeman when working on my case.

"I understand you want to see Louis but we need a plan." he kept his voice low and his tone was stern as we all gathered around. "We'll surround the place with our men and wait for something. We'll give it five minutes and if no sign we'll give a shout out and go from there." He instructed us all. "But Chalmers," he looked at me, "you need to stay calm."

"Chief, wait," I said, remembering the deal with the prized possession. "I'll stay calm but I need you to know and trust me that if Will needs me to go up to him and give him something or he asks for something from me, you have to let me do it. It's the only way we'd get Louis back."

The officer paused. His eyes hooking with mine as he studied my face. I knew what he was thinking. I'm crazy and I shouldn't be doing such a thing. "No way. I'm not taking that risk. We need-"

"You have to let me do it." I said, a little more forceful. Everyone was staring at me and the chief. I had history with this man. He became a guardian to me for a couple months back when I was young. He's just being protective. Although, to my surprise, he nodded and walked off.

I turned and let out a shaky breath. As the plan had gone, many of police force surrounded the property, closing in with weapons armed and ready. I was next to Harry who pulled me close to him, squeezing me securely against his chest. He rubbed my back, soothing me and I just nuzzled in close to him. I don't normally like people touching me but Harry was a good man. I could tell he would make an incredible best friend with all the comforting he does. I could see that happening between him and I, possibly.

I looked up at him, managing a small smile in which he returned genuinely. I then, looked over at Niall who stood next to me. He looked back with a smile. I grabbed his hand, reassuring everything was going to be okay. I squeezed his hand in a pattern of three times. He returned with the exact pattern.