The Holland Stories

Chapter 18: Paying the Ransom

We soon got all packed up and flew to Germany the next week. As soon as we got of the plane, I was feeling a bit of jetlag so we went to the hotel, but we would most likely be in Tom's trailer most of the time so we'd be moving there in a day or two. I plopped on the nicely made bed and fell fast asleep. I woke up in the middle of night feeling wide awake. Tom was still sleeping. Man this boy could sleep all day if he wanted to. I decided not to disturb him so I got up to go onto the balcony. The air was fresh and the night was starry. After taking a few deep breaths I went back inside to tom snoring. It was finally morning in Germany and I headed down to grab tom and I breakfast. He was up and awake getting ready for the first day on set. As I was grabbing some food, some guy dressed in all black came up to me. "Mr. Holland would like you to skip breakfast and come along to the set." He said, as he pulled on my arm. "Alright alright hold on there!" I scurried with breakfast in my hands to the car the guy lead me to. I got into the back seat. Two guys in masks turned around from the front. Someone pulled a sack over my head and that's when everything blacked out. I woke up on a cold, metal chair, bound to it with chains. I had duct tape over my mouth, and I was only in my undies. My hair was tied back into a bun. Some guy in a suit entered wherever I was in. "Ah hello Ms. Y/L/N. Remember me?" He asked. A man with black straight hair, long pointy nose and ugly facial structure talked to me. He was in a dark grey suit. I shook my head. "Well y/n." He spat. "I was the guy who asked you to homecoming back in 9th grade, but you rejected me, you little bitch. And now, look where you are. The love of your life doesn't know you're here. And he's not getting you back. Unless, that is, he pays the ransom money I will send on a note request today." I glared at him. "Oh and if he doesn't, he won't like how persuasive I will be." He said, looking me up and down. I squirmed against the chair. "Relax y/n. You're going to be here for a while." He said, putting a blindfold on me. "Take her to the room." He ordered someone. They untied me but bound me with cuffs and led me somewhere else. They placed me on a soft surface, I'm guessing a bed. They took my wrists and cuffed them to each side. They took my blindfold off and  I started crying. I have to stay strong for tom. I told myself. But no, I just had to start crying. I want tom. Is all I could think of. My mascara started streaming down my face, leaving black marks across.

Tom's POV
Y/n had been gone for a day and a half. I have been worried sick ever since. I was in a mess. Harry, Sam and the others were back home besides Harrison. I have been frantic ever since they told me she's nowhere to be seen. She left her phone in the room too! Goddamnit y/n. I told the producers if they could hold off on filming, because my girlfriend had been taken, but would they listen? No. So I put them on hiatus myself. I didn't show up to work. I have been trying and trying to find any leads on y/n's kidnapper. "Stay strong for me baby." I muttered, still looking for any evidence. "Tom!" Haz called, catching up to me. "They found security footage of an encounter with y/n." Haz said seriously. I ran to a room Haz led me to and watched multiple tapes. There was a guy leading her to a car and she got into a car and they drove off, south. Who knows where she could be right now. Suddenly, the door opened to the room and closed shut fast. A Note was dropped in. I picked up the note and read, "Y/n is somewhere you won't be able to find her. I want $6,000,000 dollars in cash, to this address. If you don't give me the cash Mr. Tom Holland, i will torture your Princess until you do, or I'll try more methods that you won't like, or I'll just kill her. You're choice. You and I have all the time in the world, get to it." It ended with that. I gave the note to Harrison. He read it and handed it back to me. I took a picture of the address and crumpled the paper in my fist. "He's going to regret even laying eyes on her." I said, coldly. I searched up the address. It was an intersection, on a busy street. If he was picking the load up by car, i could jump in the car while they drove back to the hideout they were keeping y/n at. I told Hazza my plan but he shook his head. "You're really going to give $6 mil to this dude? You don't even know if he'll give y/n back after you do mate." He told me. He was right. "But I cant just sit here and wonder what's happening to her right now Haz! I have to do something!" I told him.