Kidnapped

Chapter Six

“Have you made any progress today?” Mrs. Peters asked the police officer for the twentieth time that morning.

“As I told you thirty minutes ago, no we have not ma’am,” he said, trying to hide his annoyance from his voice as he talked to this insistent woman. “We just got the report filed so we won’t expect any news for a couple more hours to a day.”

“You want me to wait a whole other day before we get any news on April!” Mrs. Peters yelled into the phone. “She could be dead or abused or starving! Have you not seen the papers? There are killers on the loose. Killers that are preying on teenage girls!”

“Ma’am, there isn’t much we can do right now. I’ll call you as soon as we hear word. Now please stop calling the office every thirty minutes,” he said calmly.

“I don’t care how much I annoy you as long as that sweet baby girl gets back to her home and is safe. That’s all I care about. Thanks for your help,” she said exhausted, hanging up the phone.

She ranked her thin, weary fingers through her hair and reached down to pet Bruce lightly on the head. “Where is she?” she whispered into his soft fur.

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“Harry this is all your fault. If you didn’t act like such a badass around the boys, then we wouldn’t be in this mess. You have completely screwed us over. I hope you realize that,” Zayn hissed at him as he paced back and forth.

April had pulled her legs close to her chest and gripped them tightly as she watched their argument unfold. She didn’t understand what was happening. All she knew was that Zayn had extremely ill timing. She was not expecting that kiss from Harry, but she couldn’t deny the tingle that still haunted her lips. She tried to shake all of her befuddling thoughts out of her head, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t explain to herself why she loved that kiss so much. She should have hated it and hated his guts, but despite her dislike for Harry, she wanted to kiss those luscious, pink lips again. She watched as Harry bit his lip and scratched his temple in attempts of coming up with a solution to the unknown problem.

“This is not my fault. I never told them to go off and do something like this,” Harry shrieked. “I just told them to protect the home front and not tell them where we went. I didn’t expect anything like this.”

Zayn shook his head. “Nope, you can’t let yourself off the hook so easily. You tricked them into believing that you were this all knowing God and they needed to follow your every word when you don’t know two shits about anything,” Zayn spat at him.

“Can someone please explain to me what’s going on?” April called out irritated as she saw Harry growing angrier each second.

“It’s none of your business April. You don’t need to concern yourself with this,” Zayn snapped at her, turning back around and walking towards the mantelpiece. He gripped it tightly and swore underneath his breath. He didn’t want to be upset with her, but how could he not knowing that while he was gone trying to get her food and supplies and devise a plan to escape Harry she was making out with him. He couldn’t lie to himself and say that he didn’t notice something different in between them now. April wasn’t as hesitant around Harry and she wasn’t as open with him anymore.

“Zayn, get off your fucking high horse,” she said angrily. “I’m in this stupid fucking mess because of you and I deserve to know what’s happening. It affects me just as much as it affects you.”

He bit his lip as he felt her words cutting knives into his back. “April, you’re not in this because of me. You’re in this because of the pyscho-killer over there that you were just locking lips with who kidnapped you if you hadn’t noticed.”