Taken

Chapter 20

Tuesday 18th January 2014

Harry's POV

A frustrated scream/strangled cat noise breaks out of my body as my fist connects with the wall next to me. Bad idea. Now my head and my fist hurt. Not to mention the wall. It's been three days since Niall agreed to help me get Eve out, and I'm seriously reconsidering allowing him to help; every fucking idea I've had, he just shoots down for some bullshit excuse or another.

"What do you mean 'no'? What the fuck am I missing that makes all my plans so shit?" I can't help but shout at him, raising my arms up in defeat and slumping down onto the floor, burying my face in my arms.

It's killing me knowing that she is stuck down there, thinking that I don't care about here at all and that I'm doing nothing to help. I've been practically tearing my hair out at the fact that there is almost nothing I can do to protect her, to keep her safe. Unfortunately for him, Niall has been on the receiving end of most of my rants, and has even had to dodge a few flying ornaments that I had flung across the room in hopes to get rid of a little of my anger.

"You're acting in desperation, Harry! You're so completely consumed with getting her out that you're just throwing random ideas around, none of them even remotely thought out. If we're going to do this, we need to think about things properly," His voice is soft, not angry or pissed at me like I expected it to be. I know this has been just as hard on Niall, and that he want Eve out and safe just as much as I do, but he's handled it exceptionally better than I've managed to these past days.

"Well what do you suggest then, go on, you have a go at being the ideas man if you're so good at it!" This seems to shut him up, and we lapse into an uneasy silence, both of us struggling to find any useful thought inside our heads, not to much avail i might add.

There is silence for less than a minute though, before the door swings open to reveal a grinning Zayn.

"Alright knobheads? Woah who died? You too look worse than my grandma when antiques roadshow is cancelled!" He laughs heartily at his own terrible joke before walking further into my bedroom and plonking himself down onto my bed- which still faintly smells of Eve by the way, not that i would know...

"Seriously what's up with you guys? You've been in a stinking mood of ages and its starting to kill my vibe man" It is only when he then lays down and begins to make snow angel motions on my bed, that is dawns on me.

"Zayn, mate, are you drunk?" The cheshire cat grin plastered to his face falters slightly before he fixes it and leaps up from the bed.

"Me? Drunk? Pshhh neverrrr" He slurs whilst trying to walk over to me. I say trying, because after two steps the poor bastard trips over his own feet and ends up srawled on the floor in front of me.

I can't help but crack a smile, which turns to a slight chuckle, and after one look at Niall, we are suddenly both in hysterics. It takes us a good ten minutes to compose ourselves again, since every time we almost manage to stop laughing, we glance at Zayn still sprawled on the floor smiling happily up at us and humming the tune to bob the builder, setting us off again into more fits of laughter.

"Come on mate, let's get you to bed..." Niall murmurs, still smiling slightly, whilst hoisting a very confused looking Zayn to his feet. I quickly see that Niall alone won't be able to get him back to his room, so I step over and wrap Zayn's other arm around my neck to help him walk. The things we do for this boy.

"Yeah...bed..." Zayn mumbles sleepily as we walk him down the corridor to his bedroom, before suddenly giving a loud shout, causing me and Niall to jump about a foot.

"Wait no! Hey no way! That's not why I came up! You guuuuys, you have to join us! For more drinkies and shit man, you're both way too grouchy" He then pulls away from us and starts off in the opposite direction.

I go to protest, to say that we're not in the mood, but Niall shoots me a look.

"Maybe this is what we need, a night to relax, then we can focus again properly in the morning?" I scoff slightly at his suggestion, trying to ignore how pretentious I sound.

"Oh yeah, let's go get pissed while Eve is stuck down there rotting to death! That will really help, great plan Niall!" Niall just looks at me and sighs, for about the thousandth time in the past few days.

"Harry, let's face it we're not going to come up with anything else tonight. All we're doing is going over the same things again and again. We need a break, or we'll never come up with anything new," I begrudgingly let myself be persuaded by his words, and turn to follow Zayn, who is currently on one knee proposing to a vase, looking perfectly happy with life.

What the heck, let's get pissed.

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3 hours later

Evelyn's POV

A steady thumping has been vibrating through the walls for a few hours now, occasionally joined with a roar of laughter or the smashing of a glass, which is always followed by a loud cheer. I'm not stupid, mind, I know that it's a party up there, with lots of alcohol by the sounds of things.

I'm not even mad really, I'm just slightly disappointed. There was a teeny tiny part of me left that sort of hoped that Niall would try to help me. That he was coming up with a plan, biding his time, and that he would save me from this god awful place. But no, I could recognise that gorgeous Irish voice anywhere, even through a ceiling. I can't blame him i suppose, one of the few things i've managed to get out of Liam on his rare visits down here is that Niall was not let of lightly for helping me. Whatever they did to him, it must have put him off ever helping me again, and fair enough too, he doesnt deserve the hassle. At any rate, he was up there with the rest of them, drinking and laughing: enjoying life without a care in the world for the half dead girl beneath them.

Well that's a lie I suppose, I'm not half dead at all. Three times a day Liam shoves some food and drink in here, never saying a word to me, and its usually fairly decent. Decent size, decent flavour, quite tasty really.

I've taken to writing poems and reading to pass the time. I must have written at least twenty good long poems by now, not to mention all the half started ones and the times where I simply picked up the pen and wrote god knows what. Some of the books left down here are pretty good too, although I was almost reduced to tears when I notice The Great Gatsby among the pile, causing me to remember the conversation between me and Harry about it.

Harry.

My heart aches every time I think of him, although the lord knows he doesn't deserve that kind of reaction. He's a pathetic, nasty liar who I want nothing more than to completely forget about. Unfortunately, my brain won't let me do that and I find my train of thoughts focused on him far more often than I would like.

I am torn out of such thoughts now, as the sound of footsteps, not above, but outside my door, approach my ears. I have already been given dinner, what more could they want? My heart pounds louder and louder and the footsteps get closer and closer, my anticipation and slight fear builds as I wait impatiently for the door to swing open.

That doesn't happen, however. What does happen, is a small piece of paper is slid under the door. I hurry over to grab it and hold it against my chest, listening to the receding footsteps until they are out of earshot before daring to read the note. I turn it over to see a short, hand written message, in untidy, scrawling writing that manages to give me hope where before I had none. I once again clutch the note to my chest, breathing heavily as I repeat the words to myself over and over, as though they were the most sacred prayer, and I the most devout christian.

I'm not going to die here, I think, there's still hope yet. I sink to the floor, my back still against the door, and fall into the first deep sleep I've had in days. My dreams are full of hand written notes and most of all, hope.

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A/N

So i know ive left this on a bit on a cliff hanger, who's the note from? what does it say? And to be honest i've done that to try to inspire me to continue writing, since god knows how crap ive been lately. Im sorry, i dont have an excuse and i'll try to write more soon :)

On a happier note, thank you so much for so many reads! its amazing! it would be even more awesome if we could get some more comment or votes though too? :D