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Harry
Louis looked at me, his eyes sorrowful, pleading for me to help.
But how could I possibly help when every fiber of my being was on the verge of letting go?
My numb feet led me to the collapsed Hazel, giving out on me, causing me to fall by her side. I moved my hand against her cheeks, wiping away the tears that continued to flow freely.
“ I need you to be strong for me, yeah? I can’t do this, Hazel. I honestly don’t think I physically can, so I need you. I can’t do this without you, kiddo.” I forced my lips to cooperate with me, forming into a hopeful smile.
“ Do you promise to get her back to me? I can’t lose her too, Harry. She’s all I’ve got. I can’t-“ She fell into frantic sobbing again. I pulled her into my arms, mostly to hide that horrific scene away.
“ She’s all I’ve got too, Haze. I promise I’ll do all I can to bring her back. I promise.” I felt her nodding against my chest, as she clung to my now wet shirt, as if holding on to dear life. I carried her bridal style, taking her into Zayn’s office, and leaving her to calm down, asking Niall to keep her company. I walked out, to be engulfed into Ash’s embrace.
“ I am so sorry, Harry.” She choked out, pulling away slightly, bringing her brown eyes into mine. I nodded, not knowing how else to respond to that. Apologies couldn’t bring her back. Consolation couldn’t possibly make this any better. And that was when panic settled in our surroundings, announcing another incoming call. Zayn looked at me, for a split second, before rushing to the technologist. I stood in place, barely keeping myself from grabbing that phone and letting all of it out. Zayn put his own headset on, before signaling for the technologist to put him through.
“ This is officer Zayn Malik.” He introduced himself, putting the call on speaker for the entire team to be able to hear.
“ Where is Styles?” That pathetic excuse of a person asked, his voice amused.
“ He’s not available at the moment, you will have to deal with me for now.” Zayn said, eying me skeptically before returning his attention to the phone call at hand.
“ Well, tell him that I know.” And a horrendous chuckle followed those words.
“ Know what, exactly?” Zayn questioned, worry starting to lace his tone, as my legs led me closer to that dreadful table.
“ His wife. I have her. And oh, the things I’d do to her, especially in that dress, hmm.” I lost all control over my body, my mind, and my racing heart, and I ripped the headset off Zayn’s head, and put it onto mine.
“ Don’t you dare fucking touch her.” I roared, barely seeing past the red invading my vision.
“ Oh, there you are, Styles. I think we are on first name basis now, so, Harry sounds better, doesn’t it?”
“ Since all cards are on the table now, tell me what you want, and lets reach some common ground or some shit, because I’m sick of these mind games.” I yelled, my hands fisting and releasing in an attempt to rid myself of the rage devouring my soul.
“ I want glory. I want money. I want power. So, tell me, Harry, which of those can you offer me?” As I opened my mouth to respond, he continued.
“ And I want sex.” A whimper could be heard on his end of the phone, and I immediately put a face onto that terrified voice which had to belong to Gypsy. I squeezed my eyes shut, attempting to block out her desperate pleas for mercy.
“ You have one beautiful wife over here, who is capable of granting me the last request.” His voice deepened with lust, and I felt all composure dissolving into the wave of rage washing over me.
“ Touch her and I swear it will be the last thing you’ll ever fucking do in your worthless life you piece of shit!” I screamed, choosing to yell, instead of allowing my voice to fail me. Zayn attempted to pull the headset away from me, but my hold on it only tightened.
“ You need to learn to control your anger, Harry, or else, your wife here, might have to suffer for it.”
And I was no longer raged.
I was no longer empowered by my will to revenge her.
I was suddenly deprived of all façade control, leaving me with nothing but the void of possibly losing her, and the helplessness of not being able to keep the world away.
“ Pl- please, don’t hurt her. I’ll do whatever you tell me to do, just- don’t hurt her.” A lone, weak, tear rolled down my face, but I quickly wiped it away.
“ Okay, Harry. I am to only talk to you, no Zayn, no anybody else. Only you, got it?” He had an Australian accent, a thick one of those.
“ Alright.” I accepted.
“ And tell them to prepare 20 million dollars by Thursday.”
“ But it’s Monday.” I worded the worst of all fears.
“ Exactly. So you have 72 hours to get the money. I’ll call you again to tell you about the delivery, but until then, don’t try anything smart, Harry. I really wouldn’t want to deform your beautiful wife’s face. That would be a pity.” A whispered “Oh God” came from the background, causing him to burst into another fit of laughter, before ending the call. I fell back onto Zayn’s chair, removing the headset off my head, disgusted by it all. I literally felt sick to my stomach, thinking of him, touching my wife, feeling her the way only I was allowed to, speaking to her in a tone that would send unwanted chills down her spine. I bent down, throwing up all the little food I had eaten today, feeling suddenly weary, absolutely drained. Louis was quick to offer me a glass of water, as he called for someone to clean the mess I brought upon the place. I swallowed my water, but that lump in my throat remained blocking all air from entering my lungs. My sight was blurring by tears perhaps, or it might have been due to the lack of energy in my body, I couldn’t quite tell, I just found myself rubbing my eyes, attempting to rid them from the fuzziness.
“ Zayn is already talking to all those concerned with this mess, Harry, it will be fine. We’ll work it out.” Louis assured me, but I shook my head, unable to convince myself of any further lies.
“ Did you hear her, Louis? She sounded so terrified. And I’m not there to help her. I’m not there to protect her.” A muffled sob rocked through me, as I covered my mouth with my hands, attempting to silence all the sobs that were to follow.
“ Fuck,” Louis whispered, letting out a sigh, before wrapping me into his arms.
“ I want her back, Louis. I want my fucking wife back.” I let out inhuman voices, feeling nothing, yet, feeling it all at once.
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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.
