1. Kidnapping Friends

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Here is my new story on Wattpad! Personally, I really really love this plot line and have so much fun writing it! I'm finally writing in full out British! Sorry if I use the wrong Brit words :( I'm American... Feel free to correct me! SO... yeah.

This is dedicated to _StarLight98_ for fanning me! Hehe... I really love me fans and readers. By the way, I saw Haunting Memories got 2,334 reads and it made me so happy. I seriously love all the support and reads it's getting. Thank you so much!

Stay lovelytastic my beautiful fudgekins! <3 <3 <3 Hope you enjoy this new story!

Harry’s POV

 

“It’s massively windy!” I shivered. It was a cold day out, and we had to walk home from the nearest Starbucks, as it was warmer out before and we hadn’t thought to bring a car.

“Aye, how did it get so chilly so fast?” Niall asked.

“I don’t know, but let’s walk a bit faster. Mum will get worried if we take so long,” Louis laughed. Liam let out a massive groan as the wind took the hat off his head and pulled it into a dark alleyway.

“I’ll get it!” I offered and ran into the alleyway. I shivered as the air around me seemed to get several degrees cooler. How far could it have gone? I ventured deeper into the creepy alleyway until I finally saw the hat, and with a sigh of relief, I scampered to pick it up.

 I wasn’t afraid, but the alley certainly was dark and creepy, just like the ones in the movies where the person gets murdered, and I wanted to get out of there. I swiftly bent down to pick it up, and as I stood up again, I almost let out a scream, but a cold hand covered my mouth.

“If you don’t want me to pull the trigger, don’t move a muscle, and don’t say a word,” a sickly sweet voice demanded. She pulled her hand away from my mouth, and my jaw dropped. Though the girl had a gun trained on me, she was rather pretty.

“What’s your name, love?” I asked shakily, and her hazel eyes glinted in the darkness.

“My name is Lucy. You’re going to have to get used to me for the next couple of months.” I smiled dryly.

“And why is that?”

“Because –”

“HELP! SHE HAS A GUN!” I screeched and cut her off. Her clear eyes clouded and her face contorted into an angry expression.

“You’re going to pay for that,” she snarled as she tightened her grip on the gun. I took a step closer to her, and her eyes widened a bit. “There’s a good boy,” she smiled sweetly. Peering at her closely, I noticed her hands were shaking slightly.

Suddenly, we both heard loud pairs of footsteps, rushing towards us. Again, she tightened her grip on the gun and pointed it towards the footsteps.

“Harry?” I heard Niall’s voice close by.

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