Compassion (MAJOR EDITING) #Wattys2015

Chapter 2

Brielle

"Brielle darling!" My boss Gretchen shouted at me from her office and I quickly made my way in there. "Yes ma'am?" She looked up to acknowledge my presence and looked back down at her design sketches. "I need you to style the models for my fashion show coming up. The summer line" I nodded and grinned as I took in her words. "That's my job." She clapped her hands together and smiled. "That's my Brielle." I laughed and went back out to my office, only to find a huge man standing in my office.

"Are you Brielle styles?" He asked In a hushed voice and I nodded slowly. "So you're Harry's wife?" I nodded again and looked up at him. "Why?" He laughed loudly in my face. "Why? Why! Because miss. Your husband owes me a shitload of money and since he's on his way out of the country right now, I'm not leaving until I get it." He said and pointed directly to me. I froze up. Harry owed him money..? "How much?" I barked at him and he laughed again. "Little over a million." I cursed to myself and grabbed my phone to dial harry. "Doesn't work like that princess." He said and smacked the phone out of my hand. "You're coming with me." I shook my head and ran towards the door and opened it to see two even bigger men standing there. One of them grabbed my arm and the other covered my mouth. "This will only hurt a lot." The tall one said and stabbed a needle in my arm. I slowly felt myself drifting off and then black.

Harry

"Cuba we're here!!" Liam shouted and pretended to kiss the ground. "You do know that you're supposed to only do that to your hometown..right?" I asked and walked alongside him. He stood there In shock and blinked a few times. "I feel like an idiot." He said And I laughed. "Here," I grinned and took off my beanie, handing it to him. "Take this then" He snarled and patted me on the back, walking into our shared hotel room. As soon as I sat on the bed, my phone started ringing. "Private number.." I said to myself and froze. It couldn't be. "H-hello?" I asked into the phone and the person laughed. Not just any laugh. Ben. His laugh. "Ben..." I said and he laughed harder. "What memory you have harry." My teeth gritted and I yelled into the phone. "What do you want now?!" Liam jerked his head over and looked at me with worry in his eyes. "Mate what is it? Who is it?" Ben laughed once more. "I want my money. Your wife wants her life and your baby. Boy. Don't we all WANT something." I swallowed. Baby? Brielle was pregnant? Of course..of course. The signs were all there! Her vitamins. Her morning sickness. Different foods she doesn't like now. "Let her go. NOW." I demanded and Ben coughed. "Now now harry. No need to be hostile. I'll give you your wife and kid when I get my money. Fair swap i suppose." I felt my blood boil and I let my anger take control of me. "You listen here and you listen good Benjamin. I paid you your money a long time ago and that was enough. Now that you're out you want more, right? I will not allow you to hurt my wife and my unborn child, do you understand me?! I don't care how long it takes me, I will find you. And I will make sure that you don't do this to me, her, or anyone else again! You heartless mother-" I was cut off by the sound of my own wife's screams. "Harry?! Harry!! Help me...please harry." She cried into the phone. "I'll find you, love. I promise I'll find you and we'll be safe and I'll never leave you. This life. My career. I'd give it up for you." She cried more and whispered. "Harry...basement. Your guitars. " I made out the words she was saying and frowned. "Baby..I'll find you. I know exactly where you are."

Our home basement. Where all of my guitars are.