Luke's P.O.V
My head starts pounding and I open my eyes to notice that I’m in a dark empty room. They must have used chloroform on me after they forced me into the van at gun point. I look around the room which is dimly light by an old light bulb and see a mattress and a few sheets left in the middle, a door directly in front of me and an open door in the left corner of the room.
I silently stand up and walk to the left of the room, carefully walking the closer I get to the door. I slowly move the door open when I notice white tiles leading to a toilet, shower and sink. What the fuck is this place? I know that this must be a bathroom attached but why am I here and what do these people want with me?
I am stopped from my thoughts when I hear heaving footsteps coming towards the main door… whoever they are must be coming back. I quickly run back to my original spot and huddle up against my chest. That’s when the door opens and 2 built guys dressed in black walk in, the first guy stands and guards the door while giving me death glares that send shivers down my spine. The other guy is carrying something, I look away from the first and that’s when I notice what he’s carrying. It’s a girl.
She’s unconscious. Her long blonde hair is flowing down her back, her face looks angelic and peaceful as if she is dreaming, her pale skin glows under the rusty light bulb, her curves are being emphasised as she breathes and her petite size looks so innocent being carried in his huge frame, she probably isn’t any taller than 5ft 2. She is honestly stunning, I have seen a lot of pretty girls in my life with my career and all but nothing like her, she’s so natural and real yet gorgeous and beautiful. The guy places her gently down on the mattress and starts to walk back to the door. That’s when the first guy tosses me an envelope and then they both leave, locking the door behind them.
I turn and look at the girl and that’s when it hits me, what is a girl as beautiful as her doing here? She starts to stir on the mattress and her eyelids flutter open, showing me her ocean like orbs. Her facial expression changes from that angelic soft look she had before to a look of pure terror when she notices me and where she is. Shit. What if she thinks I’m responsible for this?
My thoughts are taken back when I hear a soft whisper come from her lips, “Luke?” She knows my name. “That’s me, but how do you know my name” I reply. “I was, well still am a fan of your band” I hear her say a bit louder this time and that’s when I notice her Australian accent. I smile at her comment, this girl is the definition of perfect. That’s when I realise, I still don’t know this girls name, she must have realised that as she continued talking and introduced herself, “by the way I’m Emelia”. She then stands up and looks around the room, like I did earlier but walks back to me with a confused look on her face.
“umm Luke..?” she says
“What is it Emelia?” I say as she continues;
“Weren’t you recording in LA when they took you?”
“I was, why?”
“Because I’m from Perth, so either you’re not in America anymore or I’m not in Australia”
Shit, what the hell did we get mixed up in? I look down in my lap and see the envelope the guy tossed me. Emelia sees me pick it up and comes to sit next to me and that’s when we read who it’s addressed to;
"For Luke and Emelia".
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Hostage ~ L.H
FanfictionWhat would you do if you just found out your favourite band member had been kidnapped?? What if the unexpected happens next? Read as Emelia and Luke overcome the twists and turns of a nightmare situation.
