Niall POV (Surprise?)
I walked over to Harry's house only to be met with a hysterical Lou clinging to and equally distraught Harry. I quickly hide close enough to hear what they are saying.
"Harry, wh-what if he ki-kills them?" Lou said through his violent sobs.
"Lou, he will never do that. He wants you and I have a plan hopefully it will work." He turns his head and locks eyes with mine nodding his head. I don' know what he meant, but I knew he wants me to follow them and call the police. I nod my head back, he mouthed, "Keys are in the kitchen hurry, I'll drive slow until I spot you."I quickly slip around them and carefully walk into the house.
I get to the living room and see a man and a little boy lying on the couch, they look up.
"Who are you?"
"Niall, here to help," I said in a whisper so Lou wouldn't hear,"Lou doesn't know, I'm going to follow them. Call the police 10 minutes after I leave." He nods his head and the little boy just looks wide eyed at me, "Don't worry bud Lou and Harry are going to be fine." His eyes go back to normal size.
"B-be sa-sa-safe." He slowly uttered.
"I will." I quickly grab the keys and get out to the other car. I start the engine and I pull up, I spot Harry's car at the end of the street, and I make sure I keep my distance. I look forward and see Harry looking out the window and we make eye contact, and he looks forward.
Finally after god knows how long we get to an old house on the older side of town. I stop 5 houses down and make sure I have a clear look as to where they are headed. I notice Harry and Lou slowly walk up the steps and knock on the door. The door opens and a carbon copy of the man in Harry's house before.
"Well, if it isn't the little freak and his boyfriend." The man said grabbing both Lou and Harry by their hair. Please someone show up soon.
I waited and waited and waited. Finally 10 minutes, I dial the dreaded number.
"Hello, 911 what's your emergency?"
"Yes, this is Robert, my son and his boyfriend were threatened to go to this man's house, and that if they didn't their mum's would be killed. Please help them."
"Sir, do you have the address?" I gave the person on the phone all of the information needed to finally do something about Luke once and for all.
He grabbed us by our hair and forcefully pulled us into the house. He dragged us and basically threw us down the stairs. We landed on each other in a loud thump.
I think I broke my leg, again. I tried to get up, but a sharp pain pulsed through my whole body from my leg, well that's not normal.
Harry rolled out from under me and saw my predicament, "Kitten, what's wrong?" he asked as I clutched my leg tightly.
"I think I hurt my leg again." He slowly comes over and takes a look at my leg and it's bent the wrong way.
"Kitten, it looks like you did. Don't move it." He said sternly.
"Yeah, like I could move it before." I said sassily. He just laughed, we didn't notice until now that there were two figures passed out in the corner.
I crawl over and scream, it's both of our mothers passed out, barely breathing. Harry heard my screech and comes over and drops to the floor. He press his two fingers on their necks, "They barely have a pulse, but they are alive." The weight on my shoulders has been lifted, "But, they need help fast or they will not make it."
Just as we broke away from them, footsteps retreated down the stairs.
"So, Louis I have a proposition for you." The man said it's strange how much he looks like my father.
"What?" I spat at him
"Don't use that tone with me. I was your father for years; yes I was the one who you called dad." He laughed, "Back to the proposition, if you do this one thing for me, I will release your boyfriend and your mothers."
"What do I have to do?" I said after swallowing harshly. He walks over to me and kneels in front of me.
"Well, it just so happens this man in America adores hybrids," He fiddled with my ears, and I shuddered from his touch, "And I sold you to him."
"NO YOU CAN'T FUCKING DO THAT!" Harry yelled in my ear.
"Ohh the on the contrary, I can do whatever the FUCK that I want." He spat at Harry. "So, it's you or them. Take. Your. Pick."
"Me" I whispered.
"What repeat that?"
"You fucking know what the fuck I said. Take me, leave them the fuck alone." He slaps my face and I hit the cold hard ground.
"Don't use that tone with me. Now I have to make a phone call, don't move." He quickly ran up the stairs.
"Because I can't bear to see you guys get hurt. I figured if he takes me then you guys will be free."
"Yes, but without me." Harry started crying.
"Hazzabear, I will be fine."
"No, you won't. You're getting shipped overseas; I will never see you again." Harry said clutching my shirt, why am I not crying?
"Hazza, you need to stay strong for everyone." He looked up at me through his glassy eyes.
"But, why do you have to go. Please, there has to be another way." Tears were pouring down his face; this scene just breaks my heart. I wiped away some tears.
"I'm sorry Hazza." I lean down and capture his lips with mine. I need to savor this moment, as this may be the last. I slip out my tongue and lick his bottom lip, and he eagerly opens his mouth. He doesn't even fight for the dominance he usually does. Our tongues move against each other slowly, we were so caught up we didn't hear his return.
"Stop playing tonsil hockey," We break away and he's looking on twiddling a gun in his fingers. "So, you have an hour before you belong to him and I will be rich." He said laughing loudly.
"Not until the cops find you." Harry uttered from my lap, his face burrowed in my neck.
"They won't, they still think your father did everything, so they will find him and I will be free."
"You're wrong." He said whispering, what does he mean?
"So, I'm giving you guys an opportunity. I will let you guys have a moment before he has to go. But, I'm watching." He said, he pointed the gun towards us and motioned for us to move. Harry gets off my lap and picks me up and we follow him up the stairs, not before we look back at our mothers.
"Now pretend that I'm not here." He pulled up a chair and sat while holding the gun toward us, "I want it to be as real as possible or this will go off in one of your mother's heads."
"That won't be necessary" Harry said placing me on the bed. "Just think of this as when it was our first time." He whispered in my ear, trailing kisses down my neck, I squeaked and Harry's member hardened, I knew that's what will drive him mad.
"Let's give him something he'll never forget." I whispered in his ear. His eyes darkened with lust.
"Clean yourselves up. You have 20 minutes until goodbyes." He steps out of the room and Harry looks up to me, still deep inside of me.
"Haz, you may want to..." I point down
"Sorry." He slowly eases out of myself and collapses next to me. I turn to him and tears are streaming down his face again, "I don't want to lose you."
"I know, but knowing my father the police should have been called." Harry's eyes moved from mine, "What?"
"Nothing" he muttered
"What aren't you telling me?"
"The car behind us...Niall was driving..."
"It was the only way." We were broken from our conversation by the doorbell ringing. Harry gets up and pulls on his boxers and trousers and goes to the window.
"It's Niall." I stay as quiet as possible and Harry opens to the window to hear the conversation.
"Can I help you son?" Luke said to Niall.
"Yes, my car broke down a few houses down. Can I borrow your phone to call for help?"
"Yeah sure; wait haven't I seen you before?"
"Err, no. I'm not from around here; I hail from Ireland, I'm here on vacation."
"Ohh, well the phone is on the counter. Make it quick" He opens the door and walks down to the basement, well that was odd.
He bought it.
That son of a bitch bought it.
I grab the phone and dial 911.
"Hello, what's your emergency?"
"Yes, I called earlier about a man kidnapping Jay Tomlinson and Anne Styles."
"Well, he has my friends. I'm at his house, use this location. I can't talk longer I'm using this to call for help for my broken car. Please hurry." I hung up the phone and delete the recent call and walk back towards the front door.
"Everything all set?"
"Yes, thank you."
I mentally snicker, sucker.