Holding Me This Way n.h

Chapter 23

* Niall's p.o.v. *

"Whoever started this rumor is so fu-"

"Niall, I doubt this is a rumor." Harry said, cutting me short, shoving his phone into my hand.

I looked at. He brought up a tweet, discussing what I thought was a rumor.

It read, ' @EmilyHoran123456789: Anyone else hear about Liz Payne's dissapearnce? I thought I was the only one who got that Amber Alert. Apparently not.'

And another one read, ' @AMBERAlert: London UK, Elizabeth Payne MISSING. For more current information go to www.xxxxxxx.co.uk '

The phone was ripped out of my hand.

"We don't have time to mess around. And we seriously don't have time to stand around wondering if this is a rumor or not. We need to contact everyone. Police, Detectives.... Liam."

I nodded, trying my best to be strong, even more crying would do me no good.

"Let's not even call, let's just go over there, getting Zayn and Louis." I said.

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"Hey Liam, did you hear what-"

"Of course I heard what happened! This might have not happened if you two didn't have to bloody break up. She could be dead right now. Dead! And then how would you feel about yourself?!" He screamed at me. Liam was rarely angry, so when he was, it was strange.

"Listen.....This isn't all my fault." I defended. As the words left my mouth I felt like an even bigger douche.

"I don't care, get in here. We need to do something quickly, and waste no time."

Me and the other boys walked into Liam's flat, and in the next maybe... ten minutes, we contacted everyone we could. I couldn't live with myself if something happened to my princess. Sure, she might hate me to death, but I still think of her as my baby girl. She meant so much to me and still does, if anything serious happened I would die. Even though I told Liam it wasn't my fault, all I feel is guilt.

When detectives came, I spilled everything about James. And how he could have had help with something. They thanked all of us, and left, telling us they'd be back no later than an hour.

And that one hour felt like a lifetime.

* Liz's p.o.v. *

"What do you even want!?" I yelled. "Haven't you hurt me enough?!"

"Apparently not enough." James smirked, taking me by my hand and leading me out of the van. His grip on my wrist felt like my bones were about to break.

I've never been so terrified in my life,

We weren't at his house, or any of his friends'. I have never been to this house. It was pretty big, and dark. But on the inside it was beautiful, I couldn't help but think that they stole everything in this house. From what I saw, there was a huge kitchen with an island and roomy living room. The dining room had a large table and the whole house was beautiful red wood with some white carpet.

"James, what is this?" I asked.

"Your new home." He smiled, letting go of my wrist after he made sure the door was locked, his friend who's name I didn't know was guarding the door.

"My what?" I asked in disbelief. There is no way he thinks I'm just going to stay here.

"Your new home." James repeated, his eyes narrowing. "What? Do you not like it? What is it missing, love?"