“ No, she’s not.” I denied, shaking my head, a lifeless smile forming on my paled lips.
“ Harry,” Zayn started, taking a step towards me, causing me to retrieve backwards.
“ No, Zayn, don’t “Harry” me. There is no way in hell that Gypsy is pregnant, because she would have told me. So, no, it’s just not possible.”
And I shrugged, because no, my wife wasn’t kidnapped while carrying my baby.
The baby, we had been trying so long for.
The baby, I heard her pray for, every single fucking night, for as long as we had been together.
I’d rather have another unanswered prayer, than a lost hope.
So, no.
“ Listen, man, I know how impossible this all feels, but-“
“ Oh don’t give me that, or so help me God, I’ll lose it.”
“ What do you want me to fucking say then?” Zayn roared, pushing Ash behind him slightly.
“ I don’t want you to say any fucking thing at all. I don’t want you pretending to give a fuck when you don’t. I don’t want you to act all understanding and compassionate, when you can’t possibly begin to understand what this shit feels like.” I yelled, my voice matching his. The raged Zayn aggressively pushed me against the nearest wall, his arm securely holding me by the neck, his eyes never once shying away from mine.
“ What else?” He challenged.
“ I don’t want you acting like the boss or the leader because none of us have any idea what to do with this. I don’t want you consoling me, or advising me, because it only makes this shit worse.” I barely managed to hold the firmness of my voice, as the air slowly escaped my lungs.
“ What else?”
“ I don’t want you acting like we’re in this together, because at the end of the day, you have a wife to go home to, and I have nothing.” And my stupid voice slowly faltered, giving me away. All rage faded away, being replaced by vulnerability and weakness, and I absolutely hated it. With a firm nod, Zayn released me, as I collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air. Ash rushed to him, as he shakily took her hand in his, bringing it to his mouth, planting a tender kiss in reassurance. While Louis, and Liam helped me regain my composure.
“ Now that we let it all out, want to think of a plan to get your wife back to you before I fucking murder you myself?” His voice was still maddened, still on edge, but it held a tender, almost teasing tone to it. I nodded, coughing slightly, before walking past the growing crowd, and into his office, for him to shortly follow me, along with the rest of the boys. He took his normal place, directing our attention to the map that laid on his table, pointing at all the red spots that indicated all the gates and exits of the station in which the subway had stopped. He intrigued all of us, sharing his own ideas, listening to ours, almost as if nothing had happened at all. He never once spent more than two seconds looking at me, but this could only be expected after my previous outburst. We decided to go in that night, since it was Wednesday, and we didn’t have much time.
“ I don’t want any of you in there with me. I’ll go alone.”
“ Pardon?” Louis was first to object. Of course.
“ This is my wife we’re talking about, Louis. I am not going to put any of your lives at risk, you’ve done enough. Plus, if anything is to go wrong, I’ll need you here, figuring something else out.”
“ No way in hell are we letting you in there by yourself, Harry, are you fucking nuts? We’re all in this together, whether you choose to admit it or not, right, Zayn?” Louis continued to defensively yell, throwing his hands in the air in frustration, while Liam silently shook his head in the background.
“ Zayn?” He urged, his eyes scanning Zayn’s uninformative face, waiting for his usual backup.
“ Okay.” All eyes, including mine, turned to Zayn, who cleared his throat, bringing his eyes to mine.
“ Oh fucking hell.” Louis yelled in exasperation, pacing the floor, right when I whispered a “huh?”
“ You’re right. After all, she’s your wife, why should we all go in, not knowing how many men are there, not knowing if we’ll ever make it out alive? It’s not our problem to begin with, and we’ve already helped against all the authorities’ approvals. So, yeah, you go in, and we’ll supervise the mission and help as much as we can.”
“ Really?”
“ Really.” Zayn confirmed, with a single nod, as he pushed the map away, crossing his arms over his chest.
“ Okay, Zayn, I know he’s been dumb as fuck, but if this is your idea of teaching him a lesson or something, it’s a shit idea.” Louis walked past me, and towards Zayn, who shook his head, his eyes secretive, discrete, firm.
“ I’m not trying to teach him anything. He’s a grown man; an officer at that, and he’s capable of handling himself without endangering any of us.”
“ Zayn-“
“ Louis, this isn’t open for discussion. I’m the head of this station, and I make the call. And my call is that he goes alone, or not at all.” Zayn demanded, before opening the door, and walking away. Louis and Liam shared horrified looks, before turning their gazes to me.
“ Apologize.” Louis ordered.
“ What?”
“ Apologize for the shit you said, take it all back, and tell him you need his help.” Louis turned me around, pushing me towards the door, before I had the time to comprehend what was happening, and work against his force.
“ I’m not apologizing, Louis, and I’m certainly not taking anything back.”
“ Jesus Christ, this is no time to be a stubborn ass, Harry, there is no way I’m letting you go in alone, and from the looks of it, Zayn is way too pissed to even attempt to argue with you, so what now?”
“ Now, you let me do it the way I want to. I am going in, I’ll get her back, or stay with her.”
“ Liam, say something!” Louis groaned, punching Liam’s chest, before returning his gaze to me.
“ He’s right, Harry, this is certainly not a job for risk or stupidity or any of our normally acceptable shit. There is way too much on stake here, and we’re not about to add you to the long list of shit we’re about to lose.”
“ Thank you!” Louis exclaimed, as if he finally found someone who was half sane in the city of the mad.
“ So, we add you all to it? This is not going to happen, Liam, even Zayn agrees with me, and last time I checked, his word goes above all.”
Yes, “the boss said so” card always won.
“ Then I’ll quit.” Louis offered, shrugging nonchalantly, before exiting the office, followed by a bewildered Liam.
Fucking hell.
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A/N: Loads of drama, haha, but I hope you're liking this so far, because shit is about to happen now! What do you think of zayn's pov? and louis'? what do you think will happen next? Please comment and let me know because it makes me extremely happy :)
ps: I started a new harry fanfic called "resurrected", it'd mean the world to me if you checked it out.
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Hijacked // h.s. au
Fanfiction“ Th- this is Gypsy Styles, we are threatened by men with guns, and so far, we are all okay, but please just- please, help us.” And the line went dead.
