Kidnapped

Chapter 2

My heart rate gets faster by the second as my chair is pulled to a new room. It is dark, not very surprising. everything here is dark.

Where am I anyways? I don't even know how long I was out. I could be in Africa for all anyone knows.

I still can't believe this happened. Robert was supposed to protect me. It's his job to protect me.

The boy turns my chair to face him and I stare into his green eyes. I had noticed the evil when i looked in Zayns eyes. Zayn's are cold and dark. Looking into them made me scared. Even though I was tied to a chair in a dark room, the curly haired boys eyes did not have the same effect.

"What are you going to do to me?" I ask him. I surprise myself with my confident tone. "I swear if you touch me-"

"Hah, don't flatter yourself, princess." He rolls his eyes.

Although his rude tone was a little hurtful, I'm relieved he wasn't planning on doing anything to me, for the moment at least.

"You're not going to hurt me?" My voice is shaky and my heart is about to pop out of my chest.

His eyes rocket up to meet mine. "Id never hurt a woman" he murmurs, barely making it possible to hear him.

"But you would kidnap one." I shoot back.

He doesn't answer.

"So why are we in here?" I say after a few minutes of silence

He scratches the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Umm...Liam told me to."

I roll my eyes, amused. "Ohh, Liams little servant now are we?"

And faster than I could blink the man pulls my chair towards him. Our faces centimeters apart, our noses slightly brushing.

"Don't talk like you know a damn thing about what goes on around here because you don't." His voice is now raspy and angry. "If you know what's good for you, you will keep that snarky mouth of yours shut."

He pulls away from me and brushes his fingers through his thick mop of curls. He looks guilty but I know he won't say anything more about it.

"What's your name?" I don't know why I keep bothering with the question. If hes smart enough they wouldn't give out his identity so easily.

But he surprises me as he whispers "Harry. Harry Styles."

~~~~ Harry's POV ~~~~

"Harry. Harry Styles."

I don't know why I was stupid enough to give her my name like that.

As much as I want this plan to work I know it won't. Kidnapping the president's daughter? Yeah we may have taken out the tracker and have some pretty important people helping us out but that doesn't mean this can possibly work. I mean she is the presidents daughter. Once everyone finds out she's missing the whole damn country will be going chaotic searching for her. It just won't work.

We would get caught and I just told the presidents daughter the name of both her kidnappers, one of them being myself.

Boy, am I a genius.

But there is something about her. Something that makes me feel like I can trust her.

"And your name was?" I asked her. Pretty embarrassing that i don't know the name of the girl who is supposedly going to get me "filthy rich" (Liam's words not mine) but I didn't.

"Aonani." her voice was soft. I could tell she was still stunned from my outburst two minutes earlier.

"Aonani" I repeated.

Aonani was...really pretty I had to admit. She had a nice body and her hair was long, dark, and thick.

Her brown eyes are what captivated me the most. They held some light in them that I couldn't quite put my finger on. I could look into them all day.

My thoughts were interrupted as
Liam busted the door open. A panicked Liam was not a Liam I saw often. But that's exactly what was standing in front of me. He was sweaty and panting.

"There coming." He gasped. "We need to get out of here. Now."

--Authors Note--

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