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Chapter 24

-Grace-

I woke up in a small, empty room with no windows, lying on a cold, concrete floor. It wasn't much of a room, rather a storage closet. I attempted to move my hands and feet, only to realize that they were both tied together with thick rope. I wondered how long I was out. It could've been days or merely hours. Suddenly all the events from last night, or whenever it was, flooded my memory.

"Harry?" I yelled. My heart raced and I began to panic. My breath hitched in my throat when there was no answer.

"Harry?!" I yelled louder. Still no answer. My entire body was trembling and a cold sweat broke out on my forehead. My mind raced with possible scenarios.

What if he's dead? No, he can't possible be dead. That can't happen. Harry cannot die. He's too strong.

What if he's in danger? Well, technically we're both in danger. He was stabbed and now I've been kidnapped.

Stop it Grace. These scenarios were only making this situation worse. Positive thoughts, happy thoughts.

I heard the click of a lock and the door in front of me creaked open, revealing Ian.

"Well look who's up," he walked in and closed the door behind him.

"Where's Harry?" I demanded, glaring at him.

He took a step forward, "Wouldn't you love you know."

I scowled, "Yes, that's why I asked."

He chuckled maliciously, "Well, let's just say he's a little....hung up."

"You better-"

I was cut off by Ian slamming the door. I could hear him cackling evilly all the way down the hall. Now I was seething with anger. What were they doing to Harry? I knew he was in trouble, but now I'm really worried. If anything happened to him, I don't know what I would do.

He was the first person I ever loved and he'll be the last. If he falls, I fall with him.

-Niall-

"Please leave a message at the tone."

"Shit," I cursed.

"Still no answer?" Stacy had a worried expression plastered across her face.

"I've called 19 times, texted him 13 times, and he's nowhere to be found," I threw up my hands in exasperation.

"Grace isn't picking up either," she rubbed her temples.

"What are we going to do? The show starts in half an hour," I tapped my foot impatiently.

At that moment, my phone rang. I lept onto the bed to reach it and quickly answered it.

My heart sunk when it wasn't Harry or Grace, "Where on earth is Harry?" Allison demanded.

"I have no clue," I sighed, "Harry and Grace just disappeared."

"What do you mean they disappeared?" she asked with a hint of disgust in her tone.

"When Stacy and I got back to the hotel they were nowhere in sight and we've tried calling and texting them, but it's no use."

"Well you better find them!" she snarled through the phone and hung up. Fucking douche.

I threw my phone on the bed and paced back and forth.

"Was that Allison?" Stacy asked.

"Yeah," I muttered.

There was a knock at the door. I paced toward the door and opened it, but there was no one there. I looked down and there was a box with a note attached to it. I picked it up and closed the door.