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Harry
“ What the fuck happened? Get them on the line right now!” I roared, pressing unreasonable buttons, as if it’d bring me any closer to her. They all just stood there, staring at me as if I was a mad man, which in a way, I was certain I was.
“ Do something!” I yelled at the horrified technologist, pushing him away from the screen he sat in front of. I had to know if what I heard was real. I had to know if she was really there, hijacked by some sick, bastard. Probably scared to death.
“ Harry,” Louis’ voice cut through my train of thoughts, as I collided the headset into the table, one too many times, until it was left in pieces.
“ That wasn’t her, was it? It didn’t- it didn’t sound like her. She wasn’t taking the subway, I was supposed to pick her up. It is my fucking birthday, we are going to have dinner with you, and then probably spend the night cuddled into one another. She isn’t on that fucking subway.” My raged voice had faded into something utterly broken, trembling with fear, as pathetic tears rolled down my face. Louis’ hand only tightened on my shoulder, as he pulled me into a hug, my large figure fully covering his.
“ We’ll get her back, Harry.” Zayn promised, watching as I literally fell apart in front of the entire department. I pulled away, furiously wiping at my eyes, wanting the tears to cease because I needed to be strong if I wanted to get her back and put that son of a bitch through hell. I nodded at Zayn, informing him that I was okay.
“ Call Ash and make sure she is still home. And someone get me Hazel on the line.” I demanded, avoiding all eyes, in fear of anything triggering my approaching breakdown.
“ On it.” Zayn said, walking into his office to call Ash, I was sure, as Louis handed me my phone, Hazel’s number already dialed. I closed my eyes shut, awaiting a voice that I was certain, would push me off the edge.
What if she was on that subway with Gypsy?
What if that asshole did something to her?
What if Gypsy was the girl that bastard spoke so passionately of?
What if-
“ You’re late, Harry. Gypsy had to take the subway as to not be late, and told me to wait for you to pick me up, wh-“
“ Thank God. Thank God.” I breathed, laying all the weight of my body onto my arm, which rested against the table for support.
“ What’s wrong? Did something happen?” Her annoyed tone disappeared into that tender voice she used against me, saturated with worry.
“ I – I’ll send someone to pick you up and bring you to the station. I need you with me, alright?” I hated the desperation lacing my voice, depriving it of all its strength.
“ Are we not going to dinner?” Her innocence and unknowing, deepened the ache devouring my insides.
“ No, kiddo, I’m afraid we’re not.”
“ Where is Gypsy? Is she coming too?” And that was when I had to give the phone away to Louis, because if I had heard her voice any longer, I would have shattered to pieces, right then and there.
“ Hey you, I’m coming to pick you up in a bit, get properly dressed for the company of the great Tomlinson.” I heard Louis’ playful tone, and for a second, it managed to slip my mind that my wife, was taken by a monstrous creature who would stop at no limits, to get whatever he wanted. I buried my face into my hands, attempting to regain enough composure to keep me on my feet, and prevent me from collapsing all together.
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Hijacked // h.s. au
Fanfiction“ Th- this is Gypsy Styles, we are threatened by men with guns, and so far, we are all okay, but please just- please, help us.” And the line went dead.
