Ransom: A One Direction and 5 Seconds of Summer Kidnapping Story

Zayn

Zayn

 

I place the tripod on the places marked with tape on the hard carpet floor of the basement. I took my camera and placed it on top of the tripod then turned it on. I made sure that all that could be seen on the screen was the disgusting pale color of the wall. This was going to be the first video and I had to make it right.

Niall and I were home the whole time the other boys were out. I finished wiring the camera to my computer (and the TV later to come), so all we had to do was wait for the first boy of the night, Luke Hemmings.

His dad was one of the biggest names in London, who just so happened to live in South London, where we were hiding out. He was a CEO of some company and knew that we'd be getting our money pretty soon, knowing that he'd get us the two million quicker that I could steal from the bank.

I found Hemmings' email and Niall and I devised the perfect plan. As soon as we recorded the first video of many (we didn't know how many) I would download it onto a website that I made, and we would email the link of the website to him and as soon as we did so, we would delete the email so there was no way, if there was any, that we could be tracked. We knew it would be a matter of time before Hemmings looked at it, so we made it a little more obvious in his email with a subject in capital letters with a horrifying email address. The video was going to be filmed at nine this morning, so we could send it as soon as possible.

When Harry and Louis got back, all they talked about was how well everything went, and that the last boy would be back with Liam soon. When Liam got back, he was in a surprisingly good mood, but I could tell why: he had just scared the living daylights out of four teenage boys, the age of his usual victims and he was over the moon about it. "This is better than just killing them," he said, "never-ending torture is so much better." In the little time I had known him thus far, he kind of scared me.

I sighed as I finally finished setting up the camera and I was ready to get this over with. Personally, the fact that this could get us into major trouble one day worries me. I know it wouldn't be as worse for me as it would be for Niall and Liam, Louis and Harry's punishment wouldn't be as bad either, but we are all criminals, now more than ever.

I whistled for Niall and he hurried down the steps. We were both up early, we weren't nearly as tired as the others. "Got it all ready? It's only eight," Niall pointed out.

"I know, I just want to be ready."

"Okay, well, I guess we better get the others up-" At that moment, interrupting Niall, the door to Liam's room opened and Liam came out, dressed and clean, a smirk on his face.

"Oh, hey, Liam!"

Liam nodded to the both of us, stretched his arms and cracked his arms.

"When do we start the video?" Liam's no longer raspy, but smooth voice asked.

"Nine, but we have to get the others up. Would you like some breakfast?"

I already ate, so I was lucky when Liam said, "Sure," but my small smile faltered when he added, "I need my energy to scare the kids enough for the public's entertainment," and he laughed. He fucking barked and I nearly jumped. But Liam saw it. He caught my eye and smirked, but made no other notion. He nodded at Niall once more before following him upstairs. I sighed as I slowly followed after them to wake Harry and Louis (who stayed the night, claiming that it was too late to go home and since there wasn't an extra room, he slept on the carpet floor of Harry's room) up.

I climbed the second flight of stairs and down the hallway, to see Louis sitting against the bed frame on the floor on his phone while Harry snored quietly.