what happens? // one direction

Chapter Twenty One.

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*Harry's POV*

The footsteps came closer and closer, until they stopped just inches away from where Niall, Eleanor, and I were hiding. I held my breath, squeezing my eyes shut tight as the closet door swung open, our kidnapper standing there with a wide grin on his face. "Thought you could hide, did you?" he spoke, his voice raspy and deep, sending chills down my skin. I gulped, holding El as close as possible to my body.

"Please don't hurt us," El squeaked, cowering into my chest, tears running down her bruised cheeks.

The man smirked, and ignored Eleanor's pleas and reached into the tight space, grabbing the person that was closest to his reach. Niall. He grabbed Niall by his shirt collar and pulled him out of the closet, and pulling the butcher knife that he held in his hand up to his neck, gently touching his skin.

"Stop, don't hurt him!" I begged, but it was no use. He wouldn't listen to me. If he had never had mercy before, he sure wouldn't have any now.

Niall whimpered in his hold, cowering back, trying to remove the knife from his flesh.

"Why would I do that?" he asked huskily, the smirk still glued to his face.

I turned my attention to El, and setting her down on the damp ground gently. "Harry, what are you doing?" she asked, frightened, her body shaking slightly with cold and fear. "Don't leave me."

"I'm not leaving you, El. I need to help, Niall," I whispered to her, only loud enough for her ears to hear.

She nodded in understanding, and I stood back up and turned my attention back towards the man, who still had Niall struggling helplessly in his grip.

He then pressed the knife gently into Niall's skin on his neck, blood slowly trickling out of the wound and running down his neck onto his chest. Niall let out a small whimper as the knife went even a little deeper into his flesh..

I knew I had to do something, to help my best mate before it was too late.

Without thinking, I ran at our kidnapper, grabbing him by his waist and throwing him off of Niall, the knife making a loud clash as it made contact with the floor. Niall fell to the floor, his hands putting pressure on his neck to stop the bleeding.

I forgot about the kidnapper then, and suddenly felt myself being pushed up against the wall. I looked to see the man, the knife now back in his hand. He must've retrieved it from the floor when I was too concentrated on making sure that Niall was okay. I pressed my body as close to the wall as possible, as he moved the bloody knife up towards my neck, an evil expression plastered on his face.

*Kristel's POV*

"You can't get away now, can you?" she grinned psychotically, moving the knife closer towards my skin.

I gulped, and cowered as far back into the wall as I possibly could, trying to think of some way of escape from my death bed. I turned my head to the side, only to meet eyes with a table, which was blocking my way from escaping on that side. I snapped my head to the right, hoping to have a way out on that side, but only met eyes with another wall. There was no way out. I was trapped, and I was going to die. She was going to kill me.

She took another inch closer to me, the sharp blade of the knife pointing right at me. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping that when I opened them up again, this would all just be a really bad dream..but it wasn't. This was real. It was all real, and I was going to die in a matter of seconds.