Escape Route (Decode Sequel)

Chapter Twenty - Close As Strangers.

Harry.

There was no noise besides the muffled sounds of the city below. I craned my neck and opened my eyes, greeted by the empty kitchen and cold, tiled floor. I let out a low whimper, feeling sorry myself for a second. I was beginning to realise we were probably never going to catch a break - unless we changed our names, shaved our hair off and moved to the middle of nowhere. 

My whole body felt abnormal. My limbs took their time responding to want I wanted them to do. I gargled out some incoherent words just to make sure Lennon wasn't there hidden by something. No obscure reply happened. I started to feel my heart vividly beating, either the serum I had in my bloodstream was effecting my organs or it heightened my senses to make it feel as if it was going crazy.

It took a lot of strength to even reach into my jeans pocket and pull out my phone. It clattered against the floor but thankfully rested near my lifeless hand. I counted painfully to three in my head and edged the phone near my head. I half rolled on my side, slowly but eventually made it so I could see the screen. Thankfully I had finger print recognition so I didn't have to dial numbers that my mind was too hazy to remember. I took a sharp in take of air before pressing the 4 and waiting for the speed dial to connect. 

"Hello?"

"She's g-gone." 

"You alright mate? You sound drunk." He half laughed.

"Lou, she's gone." I reinstated. "They took her."

"Harry what's going on?" His tone suddenly changing sounding panicked.

"They took her away." I couldn't comprehend any complex sentences, I just needed him to know she was gone.

"Where are you?" He fired back before I even finished speaking.

"Home." 

"We're on the way."

"They took her Lou, she's gone." I gasped down the line, my eyelids closing firmly, I didn't hear his reply.

The next time I woke up I wasn't alone. Cold water hit me in the face, bringing alive my senses again. I wiped the droplets of my face and opened my eyes. I wasn't on the floor anymore, in fact I was lying comfortably on my sofa. I grunted when Louis 'tapped' my face. I nudged his arm out the way and attempted to sit up.

"You okay?" He asked sincerely, his pupils widened with anticipation. The others sat around staring, waiting for an explanation. Louis helped me sit up and knelt in front of me. Scanning over my face for any injuries.

"I'm fine." I hastily replied, pushing him away for the second time.

"What happened?" Paul questioned pacing up and down near the window. I lifted my head to look at him and then back down to my lap sorrowfully. 

"I don't know who they were, what they wanted. They just took her." 

"Did they say anything? Where they were going? Who they're working for?" Zayn interjected.

"They didn't say anything."

"What happened?" Louis asked repeating Paul.

"They came out of nowhere, grabbed us, stuck a needle in my neck." I retorted quickly. Sub consciously my hand ran across the skin on my neck, feeling the exact point the needle had entered. "The next thing I know I'm waking up on the floor. Alone. Hours later."  

"Fucking hell." Was Niall's only contribution to the conversation. "This is some whacked up shit."

"How did they get in?"