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

Chapter 10

~Harry's POV~

I watch in shock as Louis collapses, staring at the phone with an unfocused gaze. Greg's friend hit him in the back of the head with something, I'm not sure what but it was hard. Louis' eyes start to droop, and eventually they close completely. Liam gasps, and I look more closely to see a small puddle of blood forming around Louis' head.

"What did you do to him?!" Niall yells in disbelief, and Greg's friend's face comes into view.

"Just a nice tap on the head with a pocket knife. Only way to shut him up." The man replies, looking specifically at me.

"You're holding ductape right now." Zayn comments, crossing his arms, and the man shrugs.

"I told him not to say anything he wasn't supposed to, and he didn't listen. Call it punishment." He turns and looks at Louis, shrugging. "It isn't that deep, he'll live. Might not wake up for a while but he'll be fine."

"What do you want with... Louis anyways?" Liam asks, his voice wavering.

"I already told you. You killed my friend right in front of my eyes so I figured I'd return the favor. Originally the plan was for Styles to be here, but he was too busy crying in your room, so I had to take Tomlinson instead." The man explains, grinning.

"Don't you dare touch him." Niall seethes, his face getting red from anger.

"I won't," he pauses, looking straight into my eyes, "if Harry takes his place." I nod without hesitation, wanting to help my friend.

"Harry, don't!" Amy exclaims, and I almost smile at her attempt. If I get the chance to save my friend, especially since the only reason he's in danger in the first place is because of me, of course I'm going to do it. Oh, now I understand how Liam felt. It makes more sense now.

"Harry, think about this." Liam pleads, and I shake my head. I have to do this, for Louis.

"Harry, don't you dare come here." I hear Louis say slowly from behind Greg's friend. The man moves out of the way and I find myself looking into Louis' blue eyes, quickly noticing that they aren't as bright as they were last time I saw him. Louis smiles weakly, attempting to glare at me. "Stay where you are, Harry. Don't try to be the hero, that's my job. I'll be fine, I promise." Louis says, his eyes slipping closed again. Well that was strange.

"I'll give you some time to think, Styles. See you all later." Greg's friend says, ending the call. I stare at my laptop screen for a long time, ignoring Liam, Niall, Zayn, and Amy, who are all yelling at me from their sides of the call. I'm going to save Louis whether they like it or not. I got him in this situation, so I'm going to get him out of it.

~Liam's POV~

I sigh, staring at the ceiling. I love Niall and his mum, and I love Ireland, but there's been too much on my mind to even think about enjoying it. You'd think with everything going on time would drag on, but it's flown by, and it's been three weeks since the day Louis disappeared. Niall and I are convinced that the Trent man is the one we're looking for, but Maura, Greg, and Amy all think that there's no way, although Amy is unsure. Zayn and Harry flew out to Ireland a week ago, and both of them are spending most of their time shut in their own respective rooms. Niall is still staying at his house, but the rest of us got a hotel when Zayn and Harry came so there wouldn't be too many people in Maura's small house at once.

"Liam, I told Zayn and Harry, and they both agree." Niall says from my doorway. I mentally scold myself for not locking my door, then I sit up and frown, looking at Niall.

"So?" I ask, annoyed. I've been annoyed with everyone and about everything lately, so Niall just ignores my tone and nods.

"They want to call Paul and Simon and convince them to send guards to help Louis." He says, getting my attention.

"Can we even raid... someone's house without knowing for sure... that Louis is in it?" I ask, and Niall shrugs.

"Only one way to find out." He replies, grinning.

"Niall, I want Greg's... friend to end up in jail, not us." I protest, imagining getting arrested. We could be arrested in the middle of the desert with no one else within five miles and the news would be all over the internet in hours.

"Liam, did you ever go on trial for killing Greg?" Niall asks randomly, and I wince. I tend to avoid that topic, knowing that I killed someone is hard enough, knowing that the rest of the world knows is worse, and knowing that I technically got away without getting any sort of punishment isn't exactly good, possibly not legal but I wouldn't know.

"I'm not sure. Didn't they hold a... trial while I was in a coma and declare it... as self-defence?" I shoot back, realizing that Niall should have been there.

"Oh yeah, that's right." He agrees, remembering whatever I missed out on.

"Why do you ask?" I question, and Niall shrugs.

"It just came into my head and I asked it." He says simply, shaking his head. "I was thinking about what Greg's friend said during the call, and Harry's reaction. I think that Greg's friend is the one who threatened Harry, and the one who hurt them." Niall adds, changing the subject.

"Yeah, I wouldn't be... surprised. Do you think he told Louis what he... did to Harry?" I ask myself as well as Niall.

"Probably not. I want to see if Louis is okay, but after he nearly gave away the man's name I don't think he'll be trusted enough to call again." Niall shrugs again, sighing.

"We have to find him... before Greg's friend decides... to just kill him."

~Louis' POV~

I stare at the ceiling, too weak to move at all. I'm constantly tired, and my stomach stopped growling, it's just hollow now. I think I'm losing weight, I have no way to tell, but it's probably from the fact that I haven't had a single thing to eat since before I was kidnapped, however long ago that was. Sometimes Trent will come in and check on me, probably making sure I'm still alive since I barely move anymore. Occasionally he'll talk, but his words just blur together like everything else around me. When I'm not sleeping, I'm trying not to think about getting food, which in turn makes me think about food. I guess I know what true starvation feels like.

I could have been here for days, weeks, or months, I have no idea how long it's been. All I know is I feel like crap, and if I don't get something to eat soon I'll probably die. No exaggeration, I will actually die if I don't eat. Why is Trent starving me like this? Does he get joy from watching people wither and suffer? That's absolutely sick. No wonder Trent was Greg's best friend, both of them are completely evil. No one should ever want to purposely hurt another person, yet here I am, dying of starvation in a basement somewhere in Ireland. Never thought this was how I'd go out.

I hear heavy footsteps, then the familiar slurred sound that means that Trent is attempting to talk to me. I'm not sure what he says or when he stops, because at some point my eyes close and I drift off once again.