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I TURNED ON THE RADIO, CHANNEL 7.5, TO LISTEN TO THE NEWS.
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"Louis Partridge, the 5th most wanted criminals has given up, says he's done with the crime and he's sorry but we're here with Chief Paul, head of the crime department in all London and we have some questions
"Go ahead"
"Do you think L.P is for real with this?" the news reporter asked the deputy
"Honestly, I don't know. It's hard to go from being a top most wanted criminal known around the world to saying you don't want to anymore and that you're sorry. But he sounded so sincere with it, he cried while talking to the men in SWAT. but it all comes down to what he said. some part of me thinks he was being truthful cause in the end of the day we're on his back and we are tracking him, he seems to be sticking to his word so I do in fact think Mr L.P is done for but you know it all comes down to him being a criminal he is dangerous, but I guess we'll find out if we meet him" Chief Paul announced
"How are you tracking him? And what about his partner?"
"He was spotted at a caravan park last night and stayed the night there, so we got the number plate which is private information and he claimed he doesnt have a partner, he's always worked alone" Paul explained
"So there is a vulnerable side to Partridge?" the news reporter gasped
"Seems so, yes"
the sound of the reporter clearing their throat was heard before she spoke again "Well. Chief Paul, thank you for your time"
"No problem, thanks for having me"
"Stay safe England, good morning and goodbye, see you next time"
Louis turned down the volume before it got to the 'boring old people music and shitty rap' type music turned on to 'blow his ears off' he said they were terrible songs and a horrible combination mix of genres.
"Bloody imbeciles, do they not have a brain? and I am not vulnerable Louis grunted
"Obviously not but yet again the acting was pretty good, pretty believable" I shrugged my shoulders
"Ahhh, so you did think it was good" he smiled smugly at me
"It was ok" I rolled my eyes
"Nope, you already said it was good" he shook his head like a little child having a tantrum, a happy one at that.
He seems like such a tough guy when you meet him and he never lets his guard down, but then when you stay for a bit too long you start to notice he's not that scary and seems less of a hooligan but the child takes over instead. I swear he's 22 going onto 5.
"Yes. It was good. Is that what you want to hear?" I said in a monotone tone
"Aww. Thank you. You're too kind" he took a hand off the wheel and put it on his heart
"It means so much to me coming from you" he started to tear up
"I bet"
He sighed in disappointment "oh come on, have a little fun"
"I'd rather not feed your ego, thanks" I yawned
"It's having fun, that has nothing to do with my self-esteem" he scoffed
"Yes it does, by 'having fun' with you, it probably boosts your ego by knowing you can get me to laugh...WITH YOU" I used quotation marks in the air
"...come on, live a little. Just have at least SOME fun, ay?" he nudged me with his elbow softly
"Then give me something to laugh at" I rested my eyes with an unfazed face
Ooo ok, knock knock! he shifted excitedly in his seat
"Who's there?" I sighed, already ready to cringe at the future pun line ready to unfold by my obvious repetitive response
"Honeydew!" he grinned
"Honeydew who?"
"Honeydew you wanna dance" he chuckled, expecting me to laugh too
"That's not funny" I shook my head and his face dropped
"Ok...fair enough, that one was rusty. Knock knock"
"Who's there" I closed my eyes tiredly
"Urine" he looked at me with a smile
"Urine who?" I mumbled as I laid my head on the window
"URINE SECURE, DON'T KNOW WHAT FOR. YOU'RE TURNING HEADS WHEN YOU WALK THROUGH THE DOOR-OR-OR!" he yelled out which made me giggle a little. You gotta love 1D. yet I thought he classified that as 'shitty teen music'
I laughed under my breath so he wouldnt point it out and tease me but obviously he had seen the little smile on my face and pointed it out.
Gotch Ya" he smiled cheekily while focussing on the road
"Didn't know you liked one direction" I teased, trying to get off the topic that I laughed at his stupidity
"Oh yeah! You don't know you're beautiful! he sang with forced voice cracks here and there
And...got that on video I replayed the little video
He looked over to me "Hey! Delete that!"
"Mm, too bad. you're the one who sang it. What are you gonna do? Slit my throat?" I said sarcastically
"Actually no...you can keep my beautiful singing on your phone but that's the only time I sing to you he threw his head to the side, looking at his window
-a minute later-
"I got it all 'Cause she is the one. Her mom calls me 'love', Her dad calls me 'son', Alright. alright
I know, I know, I know for sure...Everybody wanna steal my girl. Everybody wanna take her heart away, couple billion in the whole wide world find another one 'cause she belongs to me. Na na na na na na, oh, yeah. Na na na na na na, alright. Na na na na na na. Na na he yelled out putting a hand in front of his face, imitating a microphone
"She belongs to me!" he harmonized with Harry on the radio
"Kisses like cream, her walk is so mean and every jaw drop when she's in those jeans, Alright" I muttered slightly, going onto the music
"Lovely voice, Love. but sing louder I can't you when you mumble he chuckled
"Anddd that's why. We need to go to the store, I need something" I got up and grab my phone, checking the time
"What do you need?" he tilted his head back to look at me
I exhaled deeply "Does that matter?"
"Well yeah, kinda. We need to make as less stops as we can so we're not spotted" he frowned
"It's important, please. It wont take long I just need to buy 1 thing" I pleaded
"Fine, there's a store 20 minutes away from here" he looked at the maps on a screen
"Can you pick up the speed and make it 15?"
Fine he whined after muttering a curse he didn't know I heard. Quick note about Louis: he can't really whisper
I smiled like a year old getting a lollipop "Thank you"
"You gonna tell me what you need though?"
"Stuff" I shrugged
"You said one thing. Now it's plural?" he squinted his eyes
"No it's singular...well. Yeah it is" I nodded my head and walked to the back of the van, to the bathroom to wash off the dust blood from a cut I got a few seconds ago from my small pocket knife I accidently touched.
I saw his face scrunch up in the rear view mirror "so It's plural or it's singular?"
"Does it matter? It's not gonna take long" I snapped
"yell at me again and see what happens" he warned
"We both know you're not as tough as you seem, Partridge. Especially after you sang 'steal my girl' by One Direction. If you keep threatening me I won't fucking hesitate to hand you in with the multi-million pound reward, hm? Would you like that, Partridge? I whispered as I walked closer to him and crouched down.
"It's not like I even need you. Go ahead, you won't and even if you do it's not like I'm not gonna run away and go unfound he hissed
"Do you know what handing you in even means? It means I'll drag you by your fucking hair with your hands tied with rope to the nearest police station and push you in the cell without speaking to the cops and walk out of there not saying a single thing I spat
"I despise you" he said through gritted teeth
"The feelings are mutual, Partridge. And if you try leaving me at the store alone I will track you down and tear you limb from limb. Got it?"
"Whatever, psycho" he rolled his eyes
"Oh you'll see psycho in a minute if you keep talking". he went silent with his jaw clenched shut. Satisfaction fills my body and I smile to myself, knowing I've won.
A bit passed by with no one saying anything, only breathing and the sound of the low radio playing.
"Here's the store" he mumbled to me as he stopped the car in the parking lot in front of the store
"Thank you. I won't be long" I grabbed my wallet and opened my door, stepping out and slamming it shut. I Marched to the store to buy bandages for the cut on my hand. The doors slid open and strolled in, heading to the pharmacy but got pulled away into a corner and through doors to the back by a man in a mask.
I struggled to break out of his grip from my arms that are now behind my back, forced together making them bend with his strong clutch pressing down on my skin that would form bruises later.
"Let go of me!" I yelled at the masked man
"No can do, beautiful" I heard his deep voice under the material covering his face
I started to kick him from the back but it didn't work, he dragged me out of the hallway that's used to transport things to the stores and he pulled me out the back of the store towards a small car.
I saw the caravan come into my view but can't see Louis in there, the man's grip got tighter as he opened the back trunk and forced me in by my head and lifted my feet in with one swift motion and slammed the trunk shut, making the narrow space I'm stuffed in completely pitch black in colour.
I then felt the car start moving them speeding out of the area. I started screaming at the top of my lungs and moving my legs to try and shift in my position as I cant kick. The space is too small for me to move any part of my body majorly so I'm not able to reach for my phone or pocket knife as my hands are stuck behind my back just how he placed me in here. Maybe I shouldn't have gone to get bandages.
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welp, it's been a while hasn't it? I hope you had a nice Christmas and happy new year! first chapter of 2022, feels weird to write that. anyway byeee now!