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

Chapter 8

~Louis' POV~

I spend most of my time sitting on the concrete floor of Trent's basement, hoping and praying that my friends are okay and my family isn't focusing on me. Even among my family and friends, I spend a long time thinking specifically about Harry, and about the horrible things I know were done to him. Things he was forced not to say a word about, even if he had wanted to, which I doubt. Harry is the kind of person who, given the option to tell, would have stayed quiet and tried to hide it. He would have failed at hiding it because he can't act, and eventually broken down and told us. But because of a single sentence he was deemed mute, and the most noise he's made since the incident was the laughter at the restaurant. I doubt he's laughing now.

Trent hasn't made an appearance since he told me what he did to Harry, and the basement has been dark as well. I've carefully searched the small room for any way out, but all I've found is a second locked door, which I figure has a staircase or something behind it. I've slept twice since talking to Trent, but I haven't gotten a single thing to eat the entire time. I get water regularly, though, every time I wake up there's a single plastic water bottle sitting in front of the second locked door. There's one door that's left unlocked, and that room has a toilet and a sink in it, thank God. But my stomach is almost constantly growling, which probably isn't good. How long can you live without food again?

~Harry's POV~

As soon as Paul was informed of everything going on, he called Simon. Together, the two formulated some sort of plan to keep the rest of us out of danger while they search for Louis. Apparently all of us are going home for a while. Liam and Amy are going to Mullingar with Niall, since Paul figures that since Liam is the most in danger, Amy is the youngest, and they have no other family, Niall lives farthest away from wherever Louis is. So now, only two days later, I find myself standing next to Zayn in the airport, waiting for our flights.

"Flight 192 for Cheshire now boarding." A woman announces, her voice void of emotion. I stand, my eyes meeting Zayn's as I gather my things. Liam, Niall, and Amy are at a different gate, they might have left, I'm not sure.

"Be safe, Harry." Zayn says softly. I nod, once again wishing that the threat that constantly rings in my ears didn't exist. Without another word from either of us I walk over to the attendant, showing her my ticket and getting a kind smile back.

"Enjoy your ride, Mr. Styles." She says, letting me past. I walk onto the plane and find my seat. First class, of course, since Simon won't have it any other way. Why not just send us on private jets? Make everything easier on us.

As soon as I can, I take out my phone, going on Twitter and looking through my mentions.

@1D345sauce789: So its @Harry_Styles fault that @Louis_Tomlinson got kidnapped? With all the trouble he caused, why is Harry still here? He cant even sing!

You'd think that I'd focus on the hate, like I usually do, but I'm more concerned about the fact that they know that Louis was kidnapped. I know management and Simon didn't tell anyone, and we were told not to say anything, not that I would have. So who could have told the fans?

A bit confused, I continue to scroll down my mentions until I come across a whole group of tweets from different people that are all sending me the same link, and most of the tweets also include either hatred to me or worry for Louis. I click on one tweet that doesn't hate on me, watching as the YouTube video loads slowly on the horrible plane wifi. I mean, at least the plane has wifi, but still. The very first picture, before I even start the video, makes me gasp, seeing Louis' familiar face. I press play and watch him walk around the dark room that reminds me of a basement. After a few seconds, a man starts talking over what appears to be a camera feed of Louis' current prison.

"Hello, Directioners and One Direction. As you can see, one of your friends is in a bit of a pickle. Don't worry, though, he'll be alright." The man says, his voice instantly clicking in my mind. Greg's second-in-command, the man who held Louis back when Greg shot Liam. "You see, Louis is with me as a bit of... punishment, you could say, for his friend Harry." No wonder everyone is blaming me, I doubt the man says anything about why there's even any punishment. "Basically, this is just so Harry and his friends know that Mr. Tomlinson is alive and well. Well, for now. Be good little girls and get this to the band, please? Bye!" The video cuts off right when Louis looks up at the camera, and just the expression on his face makes me want to cry. He just looks terrified of everything, and that's horrible to me. I just hope the man doesn't do the same thing to Louis that he did to me, because of me.

I exit the video and keep reading through my mentions, not sure why I'm continuing to read the hate that is quickly piling up. There are a few supportive messages scattered through everything, but not enough to make much of an impact. I'm not sure how long I scroll until I come across the message that finally gets through to me, the one hate that actually makes me angry.

@LLNZ_H: I bet @Harry_Styles made himself go mute for attention, the selfish prick.

A short message that makes me want to either cry or throw my phone out of a plane window. I've never wanted to reply to someone more in my life, and now I can't. I can't make myself tweet them back, I couldn't even make myself say goodbye to Zayn. I'm weak, I'm a wimp, but I definitely didn't have any choice in this. I'd much rather be on tour, singing with Louis by my side than flying to Cheshire and getting more hate at once than I knew was possible. I click on the tweet, surprised by the responses, until I see three that make a small smile grow on my face.

@Real_Liam_Payne: @LLNZ_H I think you should take a step back and think about who you're talking about, because Harry would never do something like that.

@NiallOfficial: @LLNZ_H You think Harry would sacrifice his career that he loves so much for a little attention? I think you need to get your brain checked.

@zaynmalik: @LLNZ_H Don't make assumptions until you know the whole story. None of us know what happened to Harry, but we do know it wasn't his choice.

After reading their responses I shut off my phone, wanting to stay in a good mood. But as usual, my mind decides to be a dark cloud and remind me that the one thing that would make me truly happy right now would be to see Louis defending me right next to the others. I want Louis to be sitting beside me on the plane, looking out the window and pretending that he doesn't care that I won't talk, but at the same time silently hoping that I will, just for him. And I want to, so badly, but I know if I do Louis could get hurt, and that's a threat now more than ever since I know he's with the people who hurt me. I don't want Louis to be beaten until he passes out, to scream and scream in pain even though he knows no one can hear him. I don't want Louis to get hurt.

I know that Greg's second-in-command is the one who hurt me, him and his friends who were probably friends of Greg as well. What I don't know is if Louis knows that, if he was told what really happened to me. And if Louis knows, what then? Will he ever look at me the same way, knowing what happened? Will he be disgusted? Because I know I am.