//Chapter Seventeen//

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Harry
I watched Belle exit her art class, I hid behind the row of lockers just waiting for her to put her folder away in her locker.
The guys were all hiding at the exit doors incase we began to be chased by teachers, tough seniors etc.
We had amo, weapons and much more, to keep us protected. It was now just a waiting game for us to get Belle, out of all this I was just hoping she wouldn't hate me, I was doing this for us. Even though she never knew that there was an 'us' yet.
She walked over to her locker, her eyes locked on her feet, while walking. She put the passcode into the locker as it bounced open, then she stuck her folder in and took out her rucksack.
I crept forward a tiny step, then stood on someone's fucking stupid packet of crisps, as the bag popped and Belle flipped around as I dashed behind the locker and hit the end one, as it crashed the sound was loud.
"Who's there?"she said, her voice slightly shaking.
I stayed silent, not speaking a word as I heard her footsteps coming towards me just as the bell went for lunch. Great, now I have to kidnap a girl in front of everyone.
Her footsteps began quicker as if she was running, I jumped out and she stopped running towards the canteen, and turned around to see me, I was now holding a revolver and she was shaking miraculously.
"Don't move Belle, you got away the first time. I'm not taking any chances the second, don't move or I will shoot,"i warned, as she walked towards me.
"Don't move,"i spat, as she kept coming towards me.
"I'm coming towards you, I'm not running away,"she said, attitude clear.
"Fine, now c'mere,"i said, then pulled her next to me, wrapping my arm around her back, with the gun up her shirt.
"That's cold,"she shivered, shaking the gun of.
"I don't care, keep walking,"i sighed, as we walked through the canteen, no one in particular paying us any attention, thankfully.
I spotted Louis and Zayn at the doors, then Liam coming out of the p.e corridor, making sure no one was following us. Belle shuffled in my grasp and moved uncomfortably.
"Stop it,"i growled as she immediately stopped shuffling around.
"Good girl,"i smirked, as she rolled her eyes in disgust.
"Why are you doing this?"she said, squirming under my control.
"Shh, and stop it,"i spat, then she jumped away from me once we were at the cars.
"Get back here,"i boomed, as she reached into her shoe and pulled out a dagger, with a baby blue handle.
"Drop it,"Zayn said, holding the gun to her head.
She clutched the knife tighter then dashed towards me as I mouthed to the boys not to shoot her no matter what.
She impaled the knife into my torso, then pulled it out as I clutched over in pain.
She smirked as I fell to the ground as I realised she had the power and stealth to become one of us, she was going to be one of us no matter if she liked it or not.
Belle
I don't know what made me stab Harry. The madness and psycho side of me came out. I was angry at him, I knew I was going to be kidnapped when he held the gun up at me, I just wanted to prove that I wasn't weak.
I don't think I put the knife in far enough to damage anything inside of Harry, I mean I didn't want to hurt him badly. Just to show I was strong.
He bent over in pain as I smirked when he fell to the ground, I wanted to just finish it off like this. I felt privileged when Liam had to tie my hands together, when I managed to break the duck tape. I don't deny I wasn't strong because when your a runner, acrobatic dancer and a cheerleader, your certainly not weak.
"Don't hurt her Liam,"Harry gasped, as he was laid down on the back seats, his feet and legs resting on Zayn. As I peaked through the backseats, where I was trapped in the boot.
"Does it hurt bad?"i whispered to Harry, as he rolled his eyes towards me.
"No, not at all,"he chuckled then quickly regretted it, when he clenched in pain.
"Sorry,"i mumbled, then slumped back down in the boot, my back facing away from the front of the car.
"You shouldn't be, your strong, I doubted that,"he smiled, his two dimples showing, as my stomach erupted in butterflies.
"Thanks,"i said, still seated down, and picking the old nail polish off my nails.
"What about my family?"i said, as he probably heard me.
"You'll see them eventually,"he said, as I just pictured my Mom and brother panicking about where I was, as a year slipped down my cheek.
I had left them, to live with a criminal, but not by choice.

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