what happens? // one direction

Chapter Ten.

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*Louis' POV*

"Louis! Lou!" a familiar, girly voice screamed from somewhere close.

Eleanor.

Suddenly, the door burst open, revealing our kidnappert and the love of my life, El. The man was gripping tightly onto El by her long, luscious, brown waves. There were cuts running down her body, blood slowly seeping out of them. She looked so small and fragile, frightened in the man's grip. I wanted so badly to run up to her and save her from the man, but I was too weak to do so.

The man then threw her to the ground in front of me, and without another word turned around, slammed the door shut, and left us both alone.

Eleanor then began to weep where she lay on the floor, her hair covering her cut up face.

I slowly stumbled my way over to her, my legs weak and wobbly from not having any food or water in a few days.

I dropped down onto the floor next to her, and carefully set her into my lap, letting her cry into my chest.

"I-I'm so scared, Lou," she sobbed, clinging on tightly to my tattered and torn striped tee.

"Shh, shh, El. Everything is going to be okay, sweetheart," I murmured into her tangled hair, and pressed my lips gently to her cheek.

"No, it's not okay, Lou. I just want to go home," Eleanor continued to cry, her tears staining my shirt.

"I know you do, baby, I know. I want to go home too," I whispered, as I cradled her close to my body, my arms wrapped around her protectively.

"H-he told me that C-carina and S-sam.." she stuttered, her body slightly shaking with fear and cold, breaking back down into sobs, unable to finish what she was going to say.

"What is it, baby? What did he tell you?" I asked her softly, rubbing her back soothingly to calm her.

"Carina and Sam are dead! He k-killed them!" she cried, sobbing even harder into my chest.

My eyes went big when I took in the realization of her words. Carina and Sam are dead? He killed them? Did he kill anyone else? Were the others okay? So many possible explanations flew around in my head at the thought.

"We're going to die, Louis," El whispered into my shirt, her crying suddenly stopping,

"No, no, El. We're not going to die. Nothing is going to happen to you or me, okay? I promise you, sweetheart," I said, wiping the wetness away from her face with my thumb.

"You promise?" she squeaked, looking at me with hope clear in her eyes.

"I promise," I said, unhesitantly, giving her a small smile.

The thing is, I don't know if I'll be able to keep that promise to her.

How could I possibly keep it when I have no idea what's going to happen to us, or if we're even going to get out of here alive?

All I know, is that I'm going to do everything in my power to get the rest of us out of here alive and well.

Hopefully everything in my power is enough..

*Kristel's POV*

"Niall, mate, are you okay?!" a familiar british accent filled my ears, sounding worried and frightened.