Hostages

thirty

- Louis -

It's been hours, I haven't seen or heard from Andrea at all. I've looked everywhere. I was starting to panic. Where the hell is she? I rub my sweaty palms on my pants, taking on a deep breath to relax, and decided to just tell myself she went back to the hotel to sleep.

"Harry," I whisper, approaching him as he stood with Niall and Liam, drinking from his red solo cup. "Have you seen Andrea?"

Harry shook his head, gulping down his drink. He hummed, "No, why?"

"I can't find her anywhere and it's really starting to freak me out," my heart already quickening it's pace.

She couldn't have just run off to the hotel like that. She would've told me or the let the boys know first. My stomach churns, the nausea of both my alcohol intake and the thought of losing Andrea.

"Last time I saw her," Liam spoke up. "I told her someone wanted to see her at the bar." He nods towards the bar and trashes his cup in the nearest trash can.

"Do you know who it was?" I question him, my heart beating faster. Why the hell did this kid not speak up before?

"No," he shook his head. "Some random person came up to me, told me that they needed to speak with her but couldn't find her, so they sent me to look for her."

"She might've gone back to the hotel," Harry suggested, looking between us all. "She did look tired when she first got here."

"Yeah, but she would've told someone," I pointed out, sighing. "Okay, here's the plan. I'm going back to the hotel to look for her, you three search up and down this entire party looking for her, get Zayn too."

"I'll go with you and we'll bring Paul too." Niall offered, already running off to grab our security man. I nodded, heading off deep into the crowd.

I can't believe this is happening right now. Why did she run off? I should've just stayed with her. I should've just been with her all night. This wouldn't have happened if I didn't run off to everyone.

I squirmed and excused myself through people. Many wanted to stop and talk but I had no time. Niall grabbed Paul and we climbed into the limo.

When we arrived at the hotel, I waited for the elevator. It dinged open and I walked on, pressing the top floor button. It was silent as the elevator moved us to the top floor.

I ran to Andrea's door and knocked. My sweaty hands tried wiggling the knob for it to open but it was locked. "Andrea, it's Lou." I knock again.

No answer.

I pounded a little harder, just like my heart in my rib cage. "Andrea open the door please." If she doesn't open up this door I will freak. This is no time to play games.

Again, no answer.

I turned to Paul. "Knock down the door." I demanded him. He looked at me like I was crazy and was about to say something but I stopped him, "Please Paul. If she's not in there, then she's gone and I don't know where but I will find out. Please." I begged and tears stung the back of my eyeballs.

Paul sighed, stepping back a couple of feet. He waves at Niall and I. "Stand back."

Niall and I shifted away from Paul as he brought his foot up to the door and kicked it multiple times, viciously. It finally caved down into the room and I bolted in.

The lights were out in the hotel room, her bedroom empty. I checked the bathroom but no sign of Andrea. No, no, no, no. This is not happening. It cannot be happening right now.

I maneuvered into her room, finding a white ripped piece of paper on her pillow. I picked it up, nearly having a heart attack as I read the black scrawled ink

Where houses are red, and mailboxes are blue. Figure out the riddle, and she can come home to you.

- D

No. Fucking. Way.