Zayn's POV
I wake up and I am in that horid basement I remember from so long ago. I am not chained to the wall in any way, so he must have some trust in me. Which is surprising.
"Zayn," I hear, "It's Monday, did you want to paint?"
What the hell? I am not 17 anymore. I still like to paint and all, but why does he have to talk to me like that?
"Do younot remember anything? When I tell you something, you will answer." He said.
"No," I say firmly.
"Are you sure? You can still paint twice a week. I am willing to forget our little mishap if you are."
"I don't want to paint." I tell him.
"Fine, we are going hunting soon so prepare yourself."
Ok, if he is taking me hunting I could escape. I could even go to the tree Liam, Niall, and I meeet at. They must have noticed me go missing, they should be looking for me. I wonder how Harry is at school.
Harry!
He doesn't know I was kidnapped. Kidnapped makes me sound like I'm eight again.
Harry doesn't know I was taken.
Better.
I wonder what he thought when he got home. Did he think I was just with the guys? Did he think something was up? Did Liam and Niall tell him that they can't find me?
Does He know about Harry?
If he knows, I care about Harry He will no hesitate to kill him.
Wait, I am an adault. Why the hell am I sitting here, thinking about how helpless I am.
"Zayn," Great, he's back. "Go to bed."
"What? No. I'm no longer eight. I will go to bed when I want to."
Bad idea.
"What did you just say?" He asks.
"I said, I will go to bed when I want to go to bed." I say through gritted teeth.
"Ok, if you won't go to bed I will just make you go to bed." He starts walking down the stairs.
He has to be in his mid-forties by now. I can take him down. I got this.
He walks in and says I have one more chance to go to bed.
"Tell me your name." I command.
"Why? It doesn't mtter what my name is."
"Tell me your name."
"I'll make a deal with you. If you go to bed I will tell you my name."
"Fine." I agree.
"Turn around." He demands.
"What? Why?" I ask slowly turning around. I don't know what possessed me to do it, but I turned around.
"No reason," Then I feel like I am being electocuted. The pain is unbearable,
I black out.
Harry's POV
I am pacing in the livingroom while Liam and Niall talk about what we are going to do.
Is he dead? Is he being hurt? Did he ust run off?
No, he wouldn't do that. And besides, Niall said he saw him get dragged away.
Is this person going to come and try to get us? Unlikely.
"Harry," Liam says, "Are you coming with us to try and get Zayn back?"
"Yes! If course I am, Why wouldn't I?"
"M-maybe you d-don't want to b-be involved." Niall stutters.
"Ni, that's absurd. I would lik enothing more than to bring him back home. I am going to help."
Where is this sudden confidence coming from? I have no fucking clue.
"Ok, is there anything we need?" Liam asks.
"Well, we are dealing with a sadistic person. I would assume he has weapons of a sort. Maybe we should bring some?" I suggest.
"G-good Idea." Niall must be really shaken up about ths whole ordeal. He just stopped crying and now he can't even speak.
"Niall," He looks up at the mention of his name. "Do you want to stay home? Or maybe go tomorrow? It is like ten."
"I want t-to go, b-but c-can we wait until t-tomorrow?"
"Yeah," Liam says softly. "Harry did you want us to go home? Or you can stay at our house. We could also crash here if you want."
"You guys can do whatever you want, I am going to bed."I say tiredly. I walk into Zayn's- our- room. I change into a air of loose fitting sweat ants and climb into bed. It's colder without Zayn there.
I need to get him back.
Liam's POV
Niall and I decided to just stay at Zayn's house. If something happens we don't want to be the ones that get Harry killed, and then rescue Zayn.
He would hate us if anything happened to Harry. He moght not like to admit it, but he cares about Harry a lot.
~~Three or so hours later it about 3 in the morning~~
Niall and I sit up immediaty when we hear the muffled screams from Zayn's room. I am the first one to get out of bed and run into the room, Niall following right behind me.
We walk in and we see Harry flailing his arms and legs on the bed and some guy dressed in black holding his hand over his mouth.
"Shut up. I need you to come with me" He must not have noticed that we walking inot the room.
Niall lunges at the guy and tackles him to the ground.
"Who are you? Wy are you here? What did you want with Harry?" Niall says treateningly.
"My name is Vincent, I was told to bring Harry to my dad, And I don't know why he needs him."
