17. Chapter 16

*Nialls P.O.V*

So right now I know that Zayn and Harry have Kayla. Should I call the police? Duhh of course I should. I pull into a gas station and walk inside, the place is empty and smells like dirty laundry. I walk up to the counter and ask the girl sitting there for a phone. She looks at me puzzled.

"Uhm, if I had a phone I wouldn't be working here." She rudely says.

"Okay, so is there a pay phone around?" Say slowly so the little brat can hear me.

"Obviously.. It's over there." She points to the wall with the candy on it.

"Thank you." I say.

I walk to the phone booth and reach in my pockets for any change, and luckily there is two quarters.

I shove them in the slot and dial 9-1-1.

"Hello, 9-1-1 what's your emergency?

I tell her everything that happened and she says Kayla called her non-stop. But after I told her Kayla was taken she became worried. She said she would try to track Harry, Zayn and Perrie. Thank the gods.

*Kaylas P.O.V*

After Zayn layer me on the bed, he sat there next to me. I decide to ask him a question.

"So, what do you want from me?" I ask making me sound scared, which I am.

He looks up at me and his eyes sparkle.

"I-I don't know, I mean Harry's the one who put me up to this." He stammers.


"Yeah, he threatened me and girlfriend and he said he only wanted you."


"I'm not sure exactly, but it's clear he wants you."

He sounds so innocent right now and so vulnerable, maybe I can talk my way into getting myself out of this place.

"Zayn, I'm scared." I say half meaning it.

"I know, I would be too."

"It's just, I want to go home and see my family and get my ankle checked out and see the world again.."

"I understand but I can't help you."

"I just don't want to be killed or-" I stop myself before making myself cry.

"Listen, I don't want you killed, but I'm pretty sure he wouldn't do that."

"Okay.. I just want to go home."

"I know you do." As soon as he speaks Harry barges into the room.

"Zayn, get out." He scoffs.

Zayn quickly gets up and leaves the room.

"Why are you telling all your life problems to Zayn!?" He yells.

"I don't know." I almost whisper.

"You tell them to me! I'm your life mate here, not him!"

Uhm.. No he's not my 'life mate'.

"Now you're going to learn your lesson." He says, he's scaring me.

He hauls me out of the room, forgetting about my ankle and I quickly slam against the floor really hard. I think I hurt my ankle even more. I make a loud huff as I hit the floor. Harry quickly turns and sees me on the floor. He just turns back around and walks through the door, leaving me in tears on the floor. I try to get up but my ankle won't allow it. Whatever way I try to stand e pain brings me back down. Suddenly Zayn walks in to my rescue.

"Did he push you?" He asks concerned.

"No, well he kind of pulled me." I can't explain it.

Zayn shakes his head and helps me up, and he whispers "I'm sorry this happened to you" quietly in my ear.

I wipe my eyes as Zayn checks my ankle. He looks surprised and says he'll be right back. I nod and sit on the bed in pain.

Harry and Zayn walk back in, and Harry quickly says "you need to go to the hospital."

Yes! This is how I can escape!

This time Harry hauls me up then sweeps me off my feet like Zayn did. I like it better when Zayn does it but I'd rather Niall.

Harry walks outside with me in his arms and it's freezing cold, I shiver and Harry can tell I'm freezing. He puts me on the bonnet of the black truck and takes off his coat. Ugh I don't want that but I'm so cold I'll have to take it. He wraps it around my cold body then lays me in the truck. Zayn wants to come to help Harry with the story of how I 'fell down' and hurt my foot.

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