Valentina (one direction au)

Valentina - Chapter 4 - The Styles Manor

New Things! So there will be a POV change in this chapter. It's gonna be short but it's still there. So that's it this has been a PSA from megan love you all <3

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Valentina's POV

"Get up!" I hear, suddenly being jolted awake. I yawn and sit up, massaging my neck. What's wrong with papa? Why is it so dark?

No really, why is it so damn dark?

I can't see anything, In fact I'm trapped in a world of blackness. My hands shoot out immediately, searching desperately for something to latch onto, and I seize what ever is closest to me. That just so happens to be a soft cotton t-shirt on an unknown human.

"Where am I?" I call out desperately, trying to rise but the sleep still in me fighting me down. My voice is heavy and my cheeks hurt from crying. There is a soft, sad chuckle from the general direction of the cotton t-shirt.

"Really? Two hours of sleep and you've forgotten everything?' I recognize the voice. It's hard but soft at the same time, one that I remember having a conversation with..

Then I remember. I remember everything. The party and the men, the choice of slavery or death, the nice boy in the car who blindfolded me and turned out to be a slave himself, the stories and then the silence. The complete and utter silence. A silence so loud I thought it would devour me.

Suddenly, I'm overwhelmed with an emotion I've never felt before. An feeling of complete hopelessness. That's when the animal escape drive kicks in and my ears are filled with an endless ringing, a one-note sound that is so inhuman, I scream. I'm kicking and scrambling, fighting my way out of the car. I shove the cotton t-shirt back and start running. I don't know where I am or where I'm going, I just have to run.

I hear muffled shouts, screams, and pounding feet behind me, but I sprint on. Suddenly, it all stops, and I hit a marble wall hard. I crumple to the ground, sobs violently shaking my body. I lay back on the ground and close my eyes. My head hurts like hell, as well as my wrist and whole right arm, where I hit the wall. I hear footsteps close in on me, and one grabs my right arm and jerks it up, making me scream.

"Let her go." Says a strong, angry voice to my right.

"Sir, she tried to run away." States the man that just tried to rip my arm from its socket.

"No shit, Sherlock. I was there for that part. Lou, take her to the Hospital, before any of these bafoons manage to kill her in the same night as I got her." He instructs. He then approaches me, I can hear his footsteps, and gingerly takes my good arm over his neck.

"T-thank you." I whimper. It's unlike me to be this useless, but this is an unusual situation.

"Sir, do you want me to give her to Liam or Zayn for her tour?" Cotton t-shirt, who I now know as Lou, says softly. I pick up faintly on both their British accents.

"Give her to Liam. She's had a rough night and I'm pretty sure both she and I don't want to deal with Zayn's shit right now." He says. When he spoke to me, he had such sweet, calming tones, yet when he spoke to Lou it was all business. Lou called him sir, yet the way they conversed, you would think they were equals. "And take her blindfold off for fuck's sakes!" He said, dumping me into Lou's arms and stalking off.

I feel a slight tug as my darkness falls away and is replaced by dazzling lights. After spending the last few hours in pitch black, the mansion is like the sun to my poor eyes. The whole huge drive is patterned with tiles, and there are at least 15 windows open and sending out rays of light into the ealy night. The deep blue sky is a sharp contrast to the white marble of the mansion, and I must stop for a moment to take the whole thing in.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Lou says, looking up at it right along with me. "5 years in this hellhole and you would think I'd have gotten used to it. Never."

"Is it really that bad?" I say slowly, my voice trembling. My head throbs, and I curse myself silently for speaking. It hurts to move.

"Nah, Harry's alright. I'm not a female slave, so I couldn't tell you how it is for you all, I mean, he never tries to sleep with me." Lou laughs, but I feel like someone hit me with a sledgehammer. 

I can't vocalize my pain to Lou through words, so I simply let out a groan. He remembers that I'm in pain and picks me up like I weigh nothing. I lost my heels in the scuffle, and I examine my feet, scarred and red from the heels rubbing my delicate feet.

We walk through the doors which slide open silently, a soft greeting that I enjoy immensely, the less sound I here the better. If I went deaf at this moment it wouldn't be too soon. Lou carried me to an elevator that dropped us at least 6 levels before stepping out into a lush carpeted, golden illuminated hallway with an arrow that pointed in the direction of what I assumed was the hospital wing.

"Amory, open up!" Lou yells through the glass paneled door. He's holding me in both arms and, since it isn't automatic like everything else in the mansion, he has to get someone to open it for him.

"Oh my god, coming Louis!" I hear her yell from inside the doors. The door flings open before me and she stares. She's gorgeous, with light African skin and curly, ombre dyed hair. She sighs. "Hi, sweetie. I'm Amory. Let's take a look at you, okay?"

On any other day, her tone would have pissed me off so much I might have slapped her, but today I was okay being babied.

Lou, who I know knew as Louis, carries me inside. The light is so bright my head starts to throb again, and a moan of pain escapes my lips. She brings a small white cloth to my nose and I breath in unaware, that she is, in fact, knocking me out.

"Is that really necessary?" Louis says, his voice getting softer as I start to slip out of consciousness.

"I don't know what the hell you all managed to do, but it would be a miracle if she doesn't slip into a coma after tonight." She says, her tone shifting from motherly to annoyed.

I black out.

Harry's POV

"Sir, we have your cover story and back up files on the girl, would you like to review them? We've also called up Niall, who you said you wished to brief about her place in the manor. Would you like to speak to him now?" My main bodyguard asks. I'm still overwhelmed by what I just saw and the treatment of Valentina, so I can't help but snap at him.

I snap at everyone anyway.

"Keep him here, I want to talk to him. He's the only one that knows she's a slave." I say, thinking over my plan again.

"With all due respect, sir, as does Amory." An unfamiliar voice says. Harry whips around and sees Louis, walking towards him. A smile spreads across my face. I'm always happy to see Lou, even if he's bringing me shit news.

"Right. Well, or we could just cover and say-"

"Sir, Amory said that Valentina could slip into a coma after the head injuries and concussion she suffered tonight." Louis informs me. I just nod.

"Well then I guess we'll have to brief her too." I say, running my hand through my hair.

It's going to be a long night.

I know that was short ahh but it was a POV change. THIS CHAPTER IS LONG WOW PROUDNESS. And like a lot happens. I'm tired. It's late. Ah. Okay two updates in one day I love this so much (((((((((: 

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