Mute [A One Direction Fanfic] -Amy's Adventures Book 2-

Chapter 3

~Amy's POV~

About three hours after we promised to help Harry through whatever's going on, I find my self sitting beside his bed as he pulls on his restraints again, obviously annoyed by them. "Harry, we've... already told you to stop... doing that. No amount of fighting will get... you out of those things." Liam says from his own bed, where he is now sitting up and facing Harry. The three of us are alone in the room, everyone else went to an interview or recording session or something, I don't really keep track of that kind of thing.

'Harry, you could hurt yourself doing that.' I sign after a few more minutes of Harry trying to escape. He sighs, most likely silently, and blinks a couple times, looking over at Liam again.

"I think Niall is... going to convince Paul... to bring some food back." Liam says, and I watch as Harry nods, turning his attention to the telly. It's currently on some news station, and the report is about a house fire or something. Harry looks at the remote that he can't quite reach and I pick it up, about to change the channel when harry shakes his head, pointing again at the telly. I see that the picture of a fire has disappeared, replaced instead by a picture of Harry.

"In other recent news, One Direction band member Harry Styles was recently seen running from fans when he reportedly disappeared. One fan captured a video of the moment, and one split-second glimpse of Styles has sent the entire fandom into chaos. Take a look." The reporter says, and a grainy video that was obviously shot off of a phone appears on the screen. I can see Harry's back as he runs from the fans, who are steadily gaining on him. He turns a corner and disappears, the fans turning moments later, and Harry is still running. A loud honk from the street draws the camera away from Harry, and when it turns back again Harry has disappeared.

"What good... is that?" Liam questions, annoyed, and Harry looks uncomfortable.

"It seems like he just vanished, right? Well watch this part in slow motion." The reporter comments behind the scenes, and the video goes back to right when the camera is turning back to where Harry was. You can actually see Harry for a split second until he disappears into the alley beside him. The screen zooms in on the shot of Harry, and a small circle highlights a hand on his jacket that is obviously pulling him into the alley.

Harry looks very pale and struggles more against his restraints, looking at Liam and I with fear in his eyes. That has to have something to do with what hurt him.

"As you can see, someone pulled Styles into the alley. This video quickly went viral and rumors are flying about the singer, who hasn't been seen since the incident. Three of his bandmates, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, and Zayn Malik, were seen entering the same recording studio Styles left before the fans started to chase him. The fact that there was no sign of Styles or the final band member Liam Payne made the rumors worse. Let's hope this isn't a repeat of last year's drama involving Payne and his younger sister." The reporter starts talking about a hurricane in America or something, but I switch off the telly, looking at Harry.

"Harry, did the person... who pulled you into that alley have... something to do with you going mute?" Liam asks softly. I think both of us start to get nervous when Harry nods. What could they possibly have done to him?

~Harry's POV~

They can't know. I can't tell them. I can't let them get hurt.

Those thoughts constantly repeat in my brain, over and over and over again. I simply cannot let him hurt them, or I'd never forgive myself. I can't believe someone noticed that one millisecond where I was on the screen. That proves it, our fans should be spies. They practically already are, with all the stalking they do.

"Harry, please... trust us." Liam pleads, and I sigh silently. I open my mouth and try as hard as I can to talk, but at the same time I'm trying not to. God, this is confusing me. I shut my mouth again and stare at the wall, deciding to ignore Liam in hopes that he'll give up. At some point I resume on pulling at my wrist cuffs. I hate the feeling fo being restrained, and honestly if Liam and Amy weren't here I'd probably be having a mental breakdown from these things. Too many bad memories stem off of being tied up.

"Don't pull at them." Amy says, putting her hand on my wrist, right next to the cuff. I shake my head and pull once more, just to annoy her and Liam. Amy sighs and crosses her arms, giving me her best pouting face. She is one stubborn eleven-year-old girl, that much is certain. I finally give in and stop fighting, instead wishing I could cross my arms. At some point I end up just lying down and closing my eyes, hoping that next time I wake up I'll be free.

~•~•~•~•~

When I wake up again, the cuffs are gone. I immediately start rubbing my wrist, looking around the room to see that no one is here, not even Liam. I'm a bit puzzled, but I push away my uneasiness, trying to convince my imagination that Liam is just in the bathroom. When did they say he was leaving again? When did they say I was leaving? This is why Liam is in charge of remembering things. I swear, I wouldn't even remember Niall's birthday if Liam didn't remind me. Wait, what's Niall's birthday?

"Harry, you're going home today." I hear Paul say as the door opens. He walks in, followed by Liam, who is fully dressed and ready to go. I'm in my street clothes, a fact I didn't realize until now, so I simply stand up and follow Liam out the door with Paul behind me. Probably making sure I don't try to run or something.

"There are paps... everywhere, I knew Louis, Zayn, and... Niall should have just stayed here." Liam says, cursing under his breath. Great, we have to fight through the paparazzi? You'd think if we just got out of a hospital they'd leave us alone. I bet if I was holding a newborn baby they'd still be trying to get to me. One day I'd love to meet a nice pap, but I doubt that'll ever happen.

"Harry, come sign some things then we can go." Paul says, leading me over to the front desk. I scribble my name across a few sheets of paper, not bothering to read them, and Liam looks at me, then my hand, unsure. I solve his problem by grabbing his arm and pulling him to the door, where Paul and a couple other guards are waiting for us. Someone opens the door and I prepare myself for the clicking cameras and excessive questions.

"LIAM, WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE?!"

"HARRY, WHERE DID YOU GO WHEN YOU WERE RUNNING?!"

"HARRY, DID YOU PUNCH LIAM?!"

I freeze in place, causing Liam to slam into my back with enough force to knock me to the ground. I lie on my stomach, trying to regain my breath, since the impact knocked all of the air out of my lungs. After about a minute of trying to breathe properly and paps asking if I'm okay, I finally manage to get to my feet, and Liam pulls me the rest of the way to the car, shutting the door tightly.

"I'm sorry, Harry." Liam says softly, and I shake my head. Liam always blames himself for everything, I swear. If I got a paper cut in Alaska while he was in Australia, asleep, he'd find a way to put the blame on himself.

"Liam, don't blame yourself for everything. It's not good for you." Paul says from the front seat as the car starts to move. I spend the entire ride looking out the window and watching the streets of London fly past, as well as the occasional fan attempting to follow us. I don't think I'll ever get used to that.

"Harry, we're... here." Liam says, opening my door from the outside. I blink a few times, figuring I zoned out for most of the ride, and get out, looking up at the house we all live in, where three of my friends wait. A small hand grabs mine, and I smile down at Amy. She was so quiet on the ride home I forgot she was there. I take a small breath and walk up the path, Amy's hand in mine. I just hope I'm not putting everyone in danger.