Compassion (MAJOR EDITING) #Wattys2015

Chapter 3

Harry
"Where are we going again?" Niall asked for the thousandth time in the past ten minutes. "We're going to save my wife, dumbass!" I shouted, getting frustrated more and more by the seconds. Niall furrowed his brows and huffed. "You didn't have to yell." I rolled my eyes and turned to Lou. "I need you to stay here, okay? In case they come here first, I need someone here to save Brielle." Louis nodded willingly and mouthed 'okay.' Zayn walked over to us and stood beside Lou. "I'll stay here too. In case he needs backup." We all nodded and went our separate ways. Niall, Liam, and myself ran towards the jet as we watched Louis and Zayn standing at the hotel window watching us. "This is going to be a hell of a flight!" Liam shouted over the plane's noise. I nodded and ran onto the plane with the boys behind me. I was going to find her.

Brielle
"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Brielle...I would've thought that Harry would pick a smarter, sexier wife than yourself" The big tall man who's name I found out was Ben said. I rolled my eyes and then let out a loud sigh. "Why does he owe you money anyway?" Ben chuckled and sat down next to Harry's favorite red guitar. "Well my dear-" I kicked him and cut him off. "Don't call me dear, only Harry can." Ben laughed at my sudden boost of courage and raised his hands. "Whatever you say, princess. Anyways. As I was saying. Harry owes me a shit load of money. I'm talking millions from a bet we made back in the day, long before you and a little before One Direction. He said if he made it big, he would pay me all of the money he owed me." I looked down at my tied up hands and then back at Ben. "Hasn't he paid you enough?" Ben shook his head no and looked out of the basement window. "Never enough miss." My stomach began to growl and I looked over at him. "Firstly, my name is Brielle-" I snapped. "Second, I'm starving. You don't want my baby to die from not enough nutrients do you? I also need my pills." He snarled and called over one of his men. "Make the wife some food. She's with child unfortunately. And her pills if you have time." I stood up slowly. "No no..I have to make it. I can't have other people making my food for me." Ben laughed louder than I had expected and froze. "Well well well. The rich wife doesn't have a chef and a maid? Go along then. Follow her, Charles." The other man- Charles cut the rope that was on my arms and gently grabbed my wrist and led me to the kitchen. "You have five minutes." He said and sat down on the bar stool. I nodded quickly and ran to where Harry hid his gun and other emergency things that we may have needed. I gently grabbed it out of the drawer and hid it behind my studded black belt of my pants and turned back around to where he was. "Just gonna get some cereal and my vitamins and I'll be done." I winked at him and he smiled widely. Fool. The cabinet next to me held the cereal and I went back to the fridge to get milk. By this time, Ben came running up the steps and ran over to me. "This won't hurt a bit." He said and covered my mouth with tape then shut my eyes with his hand. "Don't want her to see her husband get killed. He's here." He said, trying to whisper but clearly doing a bad job at it.
'Harry's here' I thought and heard a males scream.