It had been an hour. And I was still pacing the floor to Zayn’s office, fearing that if I stopped, I’d collapse all together. I could feel their worried eyes on me, as I ran both hands through my hair, bending over to rid my heavy head of the approaching migraine.
“ Harry, we have less than an hour.” Liam reminded me, his voice tender, cautious.
“ Fuck, I know, I know. I need to get ready.”
“ Get ready?”
“ I need to take this shit to him. And get Louis back.” I announced, taking off all the dirty, sweaty, clothes, in preparation to put on my bulletproof vest.
“ Louis?” Liam approached me, laying both hands onto my shoulders, to settle me down. Tiredly, I rested my forehead against his hard chest, letting out a long sigh, with my arms crossed against my chest.
“ I don’t have a choice. I won’t let him die in there.” I whispered, my voice strained by the deathly conflict taking place within me.
“ And what about Gypsy?” Zayn asked, his voice nearing me.
“ I’ll get her later. You heard her, Zayn, she’ll never agree on coming with me anyway, which will cause another scene, and we can’t afford to have that happen. For now, we need to make sure Louis is okay, so that we can go back in there and get Gypsy, and kill that fucking prick.”
“ You selfless son of a bitch.” I heard Niall saying, before I lifted my head up, eying him warily, letting out another exhausted sigh.
“ Is everything else ready?”
“ Pizza is hot and steaming, and the water iced and refreshing. Bags of all different sorts of meds are set.” Niall joked, as if he was marketing his products. I chuckled weakly, shaking my head to myself, before walking out of the office, and to the closets at the back room, to change and equip myself. I put on new black pants, and a white button down, that somehow, smelled of Gypsy. I then noticed a piece of paper in the pocket, her beautiful handwriting decorating it, along with a crooked smiley face.
“ So that you smell like me and people think you’re gay, ha!”
I put the paper to my nose, taking in the scent of her favorite perfume. I felt an undying ache within me for her, a need for her warm embrace, and maybe then I’d find it in me to keep going, and not give up on life on its own. I weakly hit my head against my closet, multiple times to release a portion of the pain caving in on me, before I put the piece of paper back into my pocket, putting my vest on top of my clothes. I walked out of the back room, taking my own gun, another spare pistol, and a knife, before walking back into Zayn’s office.
“ Alright, I’m ready.” I announced, triggering the guns, to make sure they had enough bullets in them.
“ Alright, I’ll drive you, and wait at a fair distance, just in case.” Zayn said, putting on his own vest.
“ You don’t have to, Zayn, honestly.” He approached me, taking my face into his hands, and tilting it to the side slightly.
“ What, the bruise healing too quickly for your liking, so you want another one?” He asked, a playful smirk taking over his features. I chuckled, pulling away, and shaking my head in denial. He nodded once, before walking out of his office, and onto the street, where the police car was parked. He got in through the window, probably too tired to open the door and get in like normal human beings did. I imitated him, before the sirens filled the air, as we drove to the subway station. Once we got there, I exited the car, followed by Zayn, who helped me carry the supplies.
“ Don’t do anything stupid, Harry, or it won’t be just a punch this time.”
“ I won’t.”
“ If you need anything, call on me, I’ll be right here.” He pointed towards a metal pole behind which he would hide.
“ Alright.”
“ Harry,” He laid his hands onto my shoulder, urging me to meet his firm gaze.
“ Be careful. I mean it.”
“ I will.” I promised, offering a small smile. Zayn solemnly nodded, before allowing me to walk away. The phone rang in my back pocket, I tilted my head to the clock hung on the wall, confirming that indeed, it had been two hours since the previous phone call. Zayn rushed to my side, putting the call on speaker, but bringing the phone to my mouth.
“ Officer Styles.”
“ Time up. Is the shit we asked for ready?”
“ Yes. I am coming in with what you requested now.”
“ Come alone. Any games, and your wife’s head will come off first.”
“ Alright.” I nodded to Zayn to hang up, before he slid my phone back into place. I then found my way down the familiar railway, until I saw two men, waiting by the subway, with devilish smirks on their faces. They opened the backdoor for me, to find Louis, laying on the ground, his back facing all that was taking place, while Gypsy’s head was captured under Joshua’s firm arm, with a gun pointed straight into her neck. I laid the supplies down, before lifting both hands up in surrender.
“ I’m not doing anything. Let her go.” I pleaded for my voice to not fail me, for my composure to not fade away, because I had to at least seem under control if I had any chance of saving Gypsy, Louis and myself.
“ You killed three of my men.” He hissed, tightening his grip over Gypsy’s neck. My eyes faltered slightly, meeting her own, and it almost broke me to pieces. I closed my eyes shut, refocusing my attention to the man who was almost suffocating her to death.
“ I didn’t do anything. It was a mistake, and it won’t happen again.”
“ You’re right, it wasn’t you. It was this fucking bastard and the rest of your friends.” And he kicked Louis, who screamed in agony, twisting in pain, as he hit his hand against the hard ground. I fell beside him, laying a reassuring hand onto his arm.
“ Hang in there, mate.” He groaned, weakly nodding, his back resting against me.
“ I got what you asked for, now, I want to take him with me.”
“ Him? You choose him over your wife?” Joshua yelled, laughing bitterly, while Gypsy released a series of whispered “Thank God”.
“ You gave me a choice, so I’ll take him and we’ll go now.”
“ No, Harry, you need to get Gypsy out of here, come on man, the reason this ever happened is to get her, we have to at least do that!” Louis said through gritted teeth, his eyes remaining screwed shut.
“ Don’t listen to him, Harry, he’s hurt, he needs help!” That was the first time I had heard her speaking to me, face to face, in days now. I tilted my head upwards, my eyes, pleading for her to be okay, to forgive me, because I screwed up. I couldn’t protect her, and I was sorry. And I loved her. God, did I love her. I laid an arm beneath Louis’ back, lifting him to his feet slowly, most of his weight laying on me, since he was too weak to carry himself.
“ I’ll get him out of here, but if you’ll agree, I’ll stay here, and she can go. It’s a fair trade.”
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A/N: !!!!!!! Drama !!!!!!
Tell me what you think of this, of what harry did and what you expect Joshua to do now.
Oh and WHO HEARD STEAL MY GIRL?!?!?! IT'S SO GOOD OMG
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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.
