The Good, The Bad and The Gorgeous- One Direction

Chapter Three- Slap! Here comes my childhood!

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Liam's POV

She tricked us. We were helping her and she tricked us. The worst thing about it was that we actually fell for it. It takes a sick person to do something like that to a group of poor, innocent people like us. I have pure hatred for everyone involved in this. It's sick.

But im scared, scared of what might happen to us, scared for me, and scared for my friends. The only reason i am putting on my poker face is because I'm meant to be the strong, father figure of the group. When everyone and everything else crumbles, I'm the one who needs to stay strong.

I have no doubt in my mind that we will get out of this, the only worry im having in what will happen to us before then. We could get hurt, beaten and even killed. They are all possibilities. I just hope the worst will not happen.

A hard shove snapped me out of my thoughts. I was pushed out of the van followed by the boys, we were shoved round the back of a big grey wharehouse. It looked unused, the walls were grey and crumbling, doors were off of hinges and windows were smashed. The men and girl shoved us round the back of the building and down some steps. As we passed different floors, I heard the occaisonal whimper and screaming. What sort of a place is this?

After what seemed like forever, we were shoved into a room. It had no windows and the walls were plain and grey. The only light came from a flickering lamp in the hall. The air was still and cold. The whimpering was louder now, coming from inside the room. I knew who would be crying the most. Niall. Louis was probably crying aswell, but he doesnt like to show people that he isnt happy.

We sat in silence for a long time. I tried to think of something to break everyone out of there thoughts but i couldnt. I knew everything i said would not be able to lighten the mood. Not even Louis would be able to make the mood in this room any lighter. I couldnt blame people for being upset, we'd been tricked into being kidnapped. It was a sad and hopeless story.

"So, what are we going to do?" The voice came from Zayn. He was sat in the corner, tears stained his cheeks, his arm round Niall's shoulders.

"We h-have to get out" Louis whispered, barely audible.

"Wait until someone comes in to see us, they might let us go?" Niall mumbled hopefully.

"No-body is going to come and just 'let us go'" Harry started "They've gone through all this trouble to kidnap us, they are not just going to let us walk out!"

"I agree with Harry, they wont let us out. We should sleep and think about it in the morning? That way we will be stronger and hopefully it would have sunk in a bit?" I suggested.

I heard no response so they must have all agreed with my suggesion. I layed down on the cold floor and shut my eyes to sleep. After a half an hour wait, sleep finally took over me.

Charlotte's POV

My sleep was uneasy, the Blonde boy would always make his way into my thoughts, my dreams, my nightmares. My guilty conscience was going crazy all night. And i made the decision to go down in the morning and check on the five boys from last night and on Delilah. I felt i needed to, since it was partly my fault they were locked in their cells like animals. It was around 6am now. Nobody was meant to go into the cells until 9am, so that gave me a good three hours to get down there.

I jumped out of bed and got into my usual black clothing, shoved my brown hair up in a band. I applied some powder, eyeliner and some mascara to my lashes. Then i grabbed my black leather boots and pulled them on to my feet. I grabbed my phone and car keys and made my way to the whare house.

Once i arrived, it was silent. As i suspected. I ran round the back and down the stairs. I made my way to Delilah's cell first. However when i got there, i found it empty. Of course it would be, they decided her fate on Wednesday. I wonder what happened to her in the end? Was she back to her normal life? Was she in hospital? Was she even still alive?

I shrugged off all bad thoughts about Delilah and continued down to the very bottom cell block. Once there i flicked on the light and walked softly down to the end of the corridoor. I reached the end and pulled out a set of spare keys. I pushed them into the lock and opened the door a crack. I saw four boys spread out on the floor and one boy sat bolt upright, shaking. I opened the door wide enough and walked in.

"Wh-who's there?" A thick cheshire accent said. Cowering further into the corner of the room.

"I'm Charlotte, I wont hurt you! I promise. Whats your name?" I put my hand out for the boy to shake, but he flinched when i got closer.

"I'm H-Harry" The boy whispered. "What are you doing here?"

"I felt guilty" I sighed

"You're a fricken criminal, you cant feel guilty!" He retorted suddenly gaining confidence.

"Yeah, well I'm also a teenage girl!"

"Harry, who are you talking to?" Another boy had woken up, the Beiber look-a-like.

"Dont worry Liam, Just this..Bitch" He spat

"I wouldnt talk to me like that."

"Why not bitch, dont tell me what to do?"

"Whats got your knickers in a twist?" I laughed

"Dont talk to Harry like that"

The thing that happened next suprised me so much i didnt even realised it had happened. Liam slapped me. He actually slapped me, i knew i deserved it. I was part of this kidnapping opperation after all. Harry laughed and kicked me to the ground.

"How the tables have turned? aye Liam?" Harry laughed

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT FOR?" I yelled, grabbing my cheek in pain.

I was always taught not to show any emotion, but being slapped and kicked reminded me of when i was bullied in school. There was this group of 3 boys and 2 girls, they used to punch, kick and abuse me for every little thing i done. They would call me names and do every thing just to make sure i had no confidence what so ever.

Thats part of the reason i joined my Dad's criminal business. I thought if i was a criminal, nobody would touch me. Everyone would be too scared to even come near me. I dropped out of school and havent had a proper friend since. It brought back so many memories that i do not want to remember.

My yelling woke up the three other boys in the room, who all shot up from where they were laying and rushed over to crowd around me on the floor.

"P-please dont hit me" I begged.

When nothing came, i looked up in shock. Harry and Liam were stood with smirks on their faces while the other three were just suprised. I sat up catiously, shut my eyes and composed myself. I slowly got up and straightened out my shirt.

The Blonde boy came towards me and put a hand on my shoulder, i flinched and stepped away. He looked hurt. I wanted to hug him and tell him everything was going to be ok, like i did to my brother just before he died. But i knew i couldnt, i could tell i had out stayed my welcome.

So i just walked away, like i did with all of my problems. Just walk. And never look back.

How was that? You got to know quite alot about Charlotte's past and her family life. You also saw a different side to Harry and Liam! That wont last through the whole story, they are going to change.. And no hate to them two, i love them all equally! I just thought Harry and Liam would be the best at the "Bad Guy" act?

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