Kidnapped, A Harry Styles Love Story

Chapter One

-Harry Styles-

  I groaned as I opened my eyes, shaking my head at the throbbing pain in my head. I couldn't be hungover seen as I didn't go out clubbing last night. I looked up from the cement ground that my bare feet were placed on, and looked up at my hands. My hands were stretched above my head, connected to the wall with metal chains, which caused my eyes to widen.

  There was a beeping noise in front of me, and when I looked all I could see was a video camera on a stand, a desk next to it and a laptop on the desk.

  A few minutes later a man walked in, a black ski mask on covering his face so all I could see was his dangerous blue eyes. He chuckles at the look on my face, probably because it showed how terrified I actually was.

  "Get in here!" his harsh voice called out behind him and a girl, who looked around my age, walked in.

  She had long brunette hair, which was in a messy bun right now. Her dress reached half way between her knee and her bum. The dress was white, but turn and dirty. Like me, she was barefoot. She looks uo towards me, a sympathetic look on her face. Her blue-green eyes didn't have any twinkle, they just looked dead. Her lips were cracked and she didn't have that glow most people I've seen had.

  "We have a... guest," he said, a sadistic smirk on his face as he looks at me. "Aren't you going to offer him anything?"

  The girl looked down again and quickly hurried to me, a small frown on her lips. I watched as the man left, slamming the door behind him. She looks up quickly and frowns.

  "Do everything he says, okay?" she said, hurrying to the desk and opening the top drawer, pulling out a tablet before grabbing a glass and filling it with water from the sink I had just noticed.

  When she held it up to me, I winced and glared at her. She shakes her head, looking behind her again.

  "Your head hurts, doesn't it? Obviously, he hit you with a crow bar, what am I saying! Look, take this," she said, and I opoen my mouth. Her shaking hand placed the tablet on my tongue. She tilts my head back, putting some of the water into my mouth. I could feel the water pushing the tablet down my throat as I swallow.

  "Who are you?" I asked.

  She looks up at me with sad eyes. "I can't say," she whispers.

  "Why not?" I ask.

  She looks at the camera and winced. "Because, they're watching," she told me. "Just, don't do anything to infuriate him, please. Because when you do that, either you'll get hurt, or I'll do what I always do when he brings people in. I'll take the pain."

  She looked as though she was about to say something when a little boy came running into the room. "Mummy!" he screams, running into the girls arms. She knelt down and picked him up, holding him close. "The bad mans coming, and he doesn't look happy. He said he wants the money now!"

  Her eyes widen as she looks at me. "No, no, no! Your one of those ones. What are you. Queens son? Presidents son? Your important anyway, if he's getting money from you!"

  "I'm a singer, in a band actually."

  She shakes her head. "No, that means there will be people willing to give money to your family to get you out of here."

  "Isn't that a good thing though?" I ask.

  She shakes her head sadly, looking up at me. "No, because once he gets his money," she starts before looking out the window and at a little barn on a hill. "Your dead."

  My eyes widen as I began to tremble with fear. The man returns, the mask still on his face. "Out, now!" he bellows, causing the girls to clutch her son and hurry out of the room, kissing the childs head.

-Louis Tomlinson-

  I stare at the computer screen in shock. "Found him," I squeak.

  His mum comes over, a relieved look on her face. "Where is he. Swarmed by fans?" she guessed.

  I look up with sad eyes and shake my head, looking at the screen again, watching as the girl walks in and then the man leaves.

  "Do everything he says, okay?" she said, before going out of view of the camera. Harry's eyes are on her, meaning she's beside the caera.After some noise, she appears in front of him, a glass filled with water in one hand, a tablet in the other. Harry moves so his back is now on the wall, a glare on his face as he looks at her.

  "Your head hurts, doesn't it? Obviously, he hit you with a crow bar, what am I saying! Look, take this," she said, and Harry's jaw falls slightly for her and she puts the tablet in before drowning it with water.

  "Who are you?" Harry asks, his voice barely louder than a whisper as he looks at her.

  Her head tilts up and I'm guessing she's looking up at him before whispering. "I can't."

  Harry frowns, before asking, "Why not?"

  The girl turns so she was looking at us. It was shocking how similar their eyes were. I watched as she winces before saying. "They're watching." She turns back to him before telling him, "Just, don't do anything to infuriate him, please. Because when you do that, either you'll get hurt, or I'll do what I always do when he brings people in. I'll take the pain."

  A few seconds later, a door open and I wonder if that man with the ski mask was back before I notice a little boy scream, "Mummy," before running into her now open arms. She stands up the boy in her arms, resting on her hip. "The bad mans coming, and he doesn't look happy. He said he wants the money now!"

  Anne gasps, looking at me. "The ransom," she said. She recieved a ransom note yesterday, but thought nothing of it, seen as Harry had been with us that day.

  "No, no, no! Your one of those ones. What are you. Queens son? Presidents son? Your important anyway, if he's getting money from you!" the girl exclaims in a rushed voice.

  "I'm a singer, in a band actually." Harry responded, looking at her in confusion.

  "No, that means there will be people willing to give money to your family to get you out of here."

  Anne looks at me, speaking at the same time as Harry. "Isn't that a good thing though?"

  She shakes her head, looking up at him. "No, because once he gets his money," she starts before looking away from him and somewhere else. "Your dead."

  Anne let out a little squeal as some tears fall from her eyes. Harry starts trembling and thats when the door opens again. "Out, now!" the man exclaims and the girl runs, clutching her son in her arms protectively.

  The man came into view, walking to Harry, his fingers sliding down his cheek, a sickening smirk on his lips before he goes behind the laptop, making us unable to see him anymore. Some comments pop up on the side of the video, some begging for Harry to be given back, some saying they'll give money as long as Harry's saftey is guarenteed Harry's eyes widen a something before the girl bursts in.

  "No, not now, it's too early, he just woke up!" she screams, moving so she was in front of Harry, a glare on her face.

  "Move!" the man yells.

  "No!" she screams.

  He moved so her had her in a choke hold on the wall next to Harry. The girl brought her legs up, kicking him away from her, still glaring. "Too early!" she yelled. "You do that now and you'll kill him!" she yells.