Lost.
That's all Harry Styles was to anyone anymore. Kidnapped at sixteen. Kidnapped from his future, from his family, from his boyfriend.
It's been two years. Louis should move on, right? Two long years have gone by, and everyone has given up hope of ever finding Harry, so why should Louis dwindle on what could have been? Because he loves Harry. There's nothing more to it. Harry isn't dead, he's somewhere, lost. Louis can't just forget about him after two years. He can't forget the boy who captured his heart. He can't forget the boy who, even after two years, still has his heart. He can't forget.
Alex woke up in a unfamiliar bed, in a unfamiliar house chained to a bed. She didn't know where she was. She thought she was dead, in heaven. Until she saw him. who is him you ask? Her attacker. She didn't recognize him. Alex never really was the social type, she was the quiet shy girl of her school. She had a boyfriend Harry and only one person that she considered a friend, Niall. But one day when she was walking home alone it all changed, when her attacker picked her. She didn't know who he was, what he wanted or if she would make it out alive. Harry and Niall set out on a quest to find her. Will they find her before its to late? Will she ever be the same?