This Heist Can Only Go in One Direction

Chapter Two

The ride in the van seemed to last for hours. The loud boy beside me--Louis, as I learned he was called--had already woken back up before we even got to our destination. The guys in the back with us seemed to be fine with their hostages talking. And why shouldn't they be? They just made off with the largest wad of cash they had probably ever seen.

"My head hurts." Louis whined, setting his head against the wall of the van behind him.

"We know, you've said it a thousand times." Harry groaned, leaning his head on my shoulder. I rolled my eyes. Even with the situation at hand, he was a flirt. I glanced over at our captors, who were still engaged in their conversation of how to spend the money.

"How are we supposed to get out of here?" Liam whispered to Zayn, who just shook his head.

"We can't take on all four men at once, mate." He said, closing his dark eyes. "We'll just have to wait until we get where we're going."

"Guys, my head!"

"Shut up, Lou!"

After what seemed like the bumpiest and longest ride of my life, we finally arrived. The men hurried us out of the back of the van and towards the cabin that lay ahead of us. As I looked around, all there was were trees as far as the eye could see. So much for escape.

We were marched upstairs to a dark room that couldn't be much more than a 100 square feet. There were two beds against one wall, next to a door that led to a tiny bathroom. On the other side of the room was a stone fireplace that almost took up the whole wall. Why was it so cold in here? I looked for a window, but saw none. There were only chips and cracks in the walls between the old logs that were letting in drafts and barely any light. One of the men went over and set to work starting a fire, while the other began to untie us. He took everything from our pockets and threw them in a bag. Surprised, they found almost three packages of gum on Harry.

"You kids play nice." One of them grumbled, then shut the door. We heard a lock click, and then the sound of voices and heavy footsteps fading away.

Louis moaned again and began to lean heavily on me. "Really, I'd like to get rid of this bloody headache." I looked over to Liam as I struggled to hold Louis up.

"We should get the blood off of you two." I said as Liam grabbed Louis from the other side. "That way we can see how bad your cuts are."

Louis giggled and said with a slight slur, "I hope there's a shower in there." Liam shook his head as I rolled my eyes and we walked into the bathroom. I sat Louis on the toilet and turned around to look for some cloths to wash him off with. Liam was looking in the tiny and broken mirror, already getting to work on his face.

Turning back to Louis, I lunged forward, barely catching him in time before he could slide off of the toilet.

"Come on, dude." I said quietly, pushing him upwards. "Sit up straight." Louis gave me a cheesy smile, then sat backwards hard as he passed out again.

"At least he's sitting still now." Liam said from the sink. I smiled, then turned back to washing off the side of his face. The gash on his forhead wasn't too big, but it was deep, which explained all the blood. The scab was already starting to form, and I sighed. He should be fine.

"What's the damage report?" I asked Liam as I scrubbed the rest of Louis' face.

"Black eye, busted lip, and my ribs hurt." He turned and shrugged, then winced as his arm hit his sides once again. "The usual." He looked at Louis, then turned to call for Harry. "Hey! Come help me carry him." I slid out of the way to let them by, and they carried Louis over to one of the beds.