Satisfied that he was following me I opened the apartment door and headed in the direction of the living room, pulling my coat off along with my shoes I lay on the couch, pulled the blanket over me and shutting my eyes.
A minute later I was still listening out for the sound of Harry’s footsteps but they never came. However a moment later the sound of footsteps began to move closer and thinking it was Harry I kept my eyes closed and my face neutral. I didn't see the next thing though because before I knew someone had clamped a large hand over my mouth. From what I could tell there was a white handkerchief covering the skin of the hand. Twitching my nose slightly my sense began to blur as the abnormal smell of some toxic filled my nose. I had no power over my own body now as my brown eyes began to get drowsy and my joints began to felt weak. My cheek colided with something solid, I could tell from my current postition that I'd been thrown over someones back. I knew automatically it was a man carrying me as the sound of his boots could be heard and how he so graceful carried me. I winced slightly as the florescent light of the hall way hurt my eyes, the shouting of a boy filled my ears as I squinted my brown orbs and could just make out a hunched over figure who currently resided on the ground. By the look of things he didn't look like he was lying there for the fun off it.
“Harry” It was supposed to come out as a shout but it came out as more of a silent whisper.
I hear the sound of the elevator and the sound of boots beating against the hard wood floors, the last thing I remember was the rough voice of a man saying
“We’ve got her”
And after that everything turned black.
*Harry’s Point Of View*
As I lay on the floor I couldn’t move a thing, everything seemed to be either battered or bruised but I knew I had to get up and call the boys along with Eleanor. I only caught the back of the figures that carried Emma away but it could help, couldn’t it?
I can’t believe it, I promised to protect her and here I am lying on the floor, not being able to move a thing and Em’s been kidnapped by a bunch of over weight men with clean cut suits, who are they anyway? The mafia?
A large pain shoot threw my head and as I looked off in the direction of the elevator, I see a blurry figure which is soon followed by shouting. Closing my eyes, everything goes black.
*Niall’s Point Of View*
I don’t get why girls don’t dig Nandos seriously, what’s not to love. The food and the people are lovely so what more could they ask for? I’ll never understand girls maybe that’s why I prefer to play with paper planes.
Whistling along to a tune I pressed the 10th floor of my apartment building, alone again maybe I’ll go visit Harry and Louis. Wait, Louis’ staying with Eleanor and Harry’s probably out with a girl, I’ll go see Liam, darn it, I already pressed their floor.
Huffing I pressed the 12th floor which was my floor along with Liam’s, tapping my foot to One Thing I watched as each floor passed and soon dinged open on Harry and Louis’s floor. Looking around the elevator, I waited for the door to close but saw a pile of clothing on the floor from the corner of my eye, wait, that wasn’t clothing. That was Harry, shit.
Running out I stopped dead in my tracks, he looked terrible and someone had kicked the shit out of him. Leaning down next to him, I felt for a pulse and to my relief there was one, slow but steady. Pulling my phone I dialled 999, holding onto Harry’s hand I made sure at all times he had a steady pulse after explaining to the emergency service I hung and pressed one on my speed dial which was Liam’s number. I hadn’t noticed that my vision had became blurry and a single tear fell down my cheek. I wasn’t good at stuff like this; wiping away the tear as quickly as possible with the back of my free hand, I waited patiently for Liam to pick up.
“Hey Nialler” Liam answered groggily.
“Liam, where are you?” I asked, my voice cracking a little from the crying.
“I’m in the house, mate are you alright?” He asked, sounding concerned.
“Just get you’re arse to the tenth floor now.” I answered more harshly than I intended to.
Before Liam could ask why, I hung up and gripped onto Harry’s hand.
|Eleanor Calder||as Herself|
|Harry Styles||as Himself|
|Louis Tomlinson||as Himself|
|Liam Payne||as Himself|
|Zayn Malik||as Himself|
|Niall Horan||as Himself|