What About Love? What About Our Promises? *Sequel to His Mom, My Mom*

*Sequel to 'His Mom, My Mom' *

"Goodbye Princess"

New people. New country. New collage. Emily tries her best to stay in contact with the love of her life, Harry. But what happens when a small misunderstanding switches everything around, after four long months? Will Harry and Emily keep their relationship going strong, or will it fade away? Read to find out.


24. Uncle William

Emily's P.O.V.


Jess sat huddled up in a ball, in the corner of the shed, on some straw. Her head was on her knees and her eyes sealed shut. 

Like I cared!

I banged on the door again, kicking it angrily.

"FUCK YOU!," I yelled.

Jess just whimpered.

I sat down and thought how to get us out.

The door opened and two guys walked in. I chose that this was a good time to slide near to Jess, who looked up at the guys frightened as heck.

"You get up," the guy said, pointing at Jess.

She trembled and didn't get up.

The guy whispered something to the other one. He came and took Jess by the hand leading her out.

"WHERE ARE YOU TAKING HER!?," I yelled at the guy.

He pushed me to the floor and they left, locking the door.

I started trembling this time.

What if....?

I shivered and shook my head. 

That wouldn't be right.

I took the time to examine every inch in the shed, until I found a small crack in the wall.

If I had a stick or something stick like....I'd be able to maybe prey the board open. Or if someone pulled on end and I the other...

I looked around some more.

I couldn't find anything. 

I sat down to think.


~ 1 hour later ~


Jess came tumbling in, shacking and trembling as the door slammed shut.

"Jess!," I said, crawling quickly to her.

"DON'T touch me," she said, crying.

"Jess...what, what happened?," I asked.

"They're nothing but human traffickers!," she yelled.

"WHAT!?," I asked.

She nodded.

"They made me....made me......do things, to a customer of theirs," she said.

I put my hand over my face.

"Do you think...they'll sell us?," I asked.

"They want one million for us. Each of us," she said.

"Who are they!?," I asked.

"I didn't get the chance to see them, they're still wearing masks," she said, sitting up now.

I pulled her close and hugged her.

"Em, if they'll say anything about doing anything to you or the boys, I'll sacrifice myself," she said.

"Oh no you won't," I said.

"But I deserve it," she said.

"Stop! No one knew this would happen. You got frightened into thinking your loved ones will die if you squeaked a word out about this. It's NOT your fault," I said.

"I left Niall a note.....hopefully he's found it by now," she said.

I nodded.

"Look!," I finally said, and showed her the crack in the wall.

"We could prey that lose don't you think?," she asked.

I nodded.

"Then why are we wasting time?," she said, and started pulling it.


~ 8 hours later ~


We were jerked awake by the door opening and slamming shut.

We heard whimpering and crying.

"Hello?," I asked.

The girl sucked her breath in.

"H-h-hello?," she barely squeaked, looking up.

"ALISA!," I yelled, sliding over to her.

"EMILY! JESSICA!," she yelled, hugging us.

"How did they get you? Why did they get you?," I said.

"I don't know. I was walking at our park back in Russia, and they stole me. They tied me up and put me in a suitcase and said if I yell or do anything to be noticed they'll go and kill Jim. I'm guessing we flew over here and now I'm here," she said.

Jess shook her head and sighed.

"What do they want. Are these the guys that were after you Emily?," she asked.

"Yes they are. All we know for know is that their human traffickers. Selling sex salves, in other words, us. One million for each one," I explained.

Alisa covered her month and shook her head.

"I'm still.....you know...," she said.

"A virgin?," I asked.

She nodded and tears slid down her face.

"For now they only let the 'customers' get a blow job, or hand job....nothing else," Jess said her voice low.

"So they didn't rape you?," I asked.

She shook her head 'no'.

Well...at least that was some good-ish news. Perhaps we'd get saved before someone bought us or raped us.




Harry's P.O.V


"At the concert? They stole her at the concert!?," Emily's dad said.

"I've been saying that the whole time," I said.

He sighed and read the note from Jess.

"Beef in the past?," he said.

Niall looked at me hopefully, as he held Emily's mom, who was crying.

Emily's dad got up and walked around, thinking.

"You know someone who didn't like you, or was your enemy, in the past?," I asked.

"My brother William," he answered.

Mrs. Victoria looked at him.

"William?," she asked.

He nodded.

"I was the youngest of two brothers. My second oldest got married, had a good fortune, and was happy. But William, being the oldest, counted on dad, Emily's grandpa, to leave him the business and the house. When dad got struck with cancer, he signed papers, leaving everything he had to me, not William. When dad died, William was furious, and left. I haven't heard of him ever since that day. I got married and well kept dad's business, and kept the house, were my mom lives, with Richard, my second oldest brother, and his family," Emily's dad explained.

"You really think this could be William?," Emily's mom said, wiping her tears.

"Who else? He was SO jealous," he said.

"Should we tell this to the police?," I asked.

"I think it's our only choice," he said to me.





Emily's P.O.V.


The door opened and two guys walked in.

Finally they weren't wearing masks.

I gulped and starred at who they were.

Mr. Winger, and Uncle William...it had to be him! From dad's old pictures, he looked like Uncle William.

"Uncle William?," I said, barely talking.

"Well look at that. She knows who I am," he said to Mr. Winger.

"Mr. Winger?," Alisa said.

"Hello girls," he smiled devilishly.

I got up.

"What do you want from us?," I asked, walking towards them.

William pushed me back.

"Listen kid. Your dad was spoiled enough. Time I show him how it felt when dad left me nothing," he said.

"By selling me and my friends as sex slaves!?," I asked.

He chuckled.

"Smart girl. Yes, by selling you. You don't even know how many people are looking for sluts like you and your friends. And I can make big money on that," he said.

"What is wrong with you!?," I yelled.

"Hey! Didn't mommy ever teach you how to behave?," he asked and slapped my face.

"Or did daddy spoil his only child with his fortune that she never learned to behave, hmm?," he asked.

"My dad is a very, VERY, good father. So shut the fuck up! I'm twenty and I talk however I want! And behave however I like!," I yelled in his face.

He slapped me again.

"Well under my roof, well under this shed roof, you're not allowed to misbehave or talk back. Or else...I know a Harry Styles....," he said, pulling his gun out.

I gulped.

He chuckled.

"What about you? Why are you here?," Alisa asked Mr. Winger.

"He's my partner in crime. Plus he needs the money," William chuckled, slapping Mr. Winger on the back.

He smiled.

I frowned.

"Okay girls, goodnight, and behave," William said, and walked out, while Winger locked the door.

Jess sighed.

"Are they gonna feed us at least?," Alisa said.

"We'll see, for now we need to huddle up to keep warm," I said, picking up some straw and making a some-what-like bed.




Harry's P.O.V.


"Nope, I can't find a William Windfeild," the sheriff said.

I hit the counter with my hand.

"Sir, I know it is my brother. Is there any way we can trace them?," Emily's dad said.

"You said you have texts from unknown numbers...we can start there," the sheriff said.

Emily's dad got out Em's old phone and found the messages. I noticed all of my and Em's chat. She had me saved as: "My One and Only Harry <3"

I blinked back the tears and my phone rang.

"Hello?," I asked.

"Harry Styles?," a voice said.

"Yes, who's speaking?"

"Jim. Jim Kenner. Alisa's boyfriend," he said.

"Hello Jim, what's going on?"

"Alisa's gone! I can't find her! I found her phone on a bench in the park and a piece of her yellow coat that tore off," he said.

I gasped.

Emily's dad looked at me.

"Nathan and I are trying to find more clues but it's hopeless. She's gone!," he said.

"Jim, Em and Jessica got kidnapped...I don't know why but I feel like they got Alisa too," I said.

"Oh my God no!," he yelled.

"I'm sorry Jim," I said.

"Harry, we're coming to help search. Nathan and me that is," Jim said.

"If you wish. Two more people to help and get ideas from will always be a lot of help," I said

"Yes. Well see you soon man. Try finding them before we get there," he said.

"We'll try. Bye," I said, and hung up.

"Who was that?," Emily's dad asked.

"Alisa's boyfriend. She was Emily's roommate. She's gone... I think this has to do with this situation," I said.

He nodded.

"Mr. Winger. That's what we got from this unknown number," the sheriff said.

"That was Emily's business teacher!," I exclaimed.

"Yes...we have an address here, I think we'll start the search. It's up north in Florida," he said.

"So back to Florida we go. I knew that'd be there!," I said.

What a waste of time to fly over to Cali, through the night. Well not really, because I needed to meet up with Emily's mom and dad. 

"We'll find them Harry, we'll find them," Emily's dad said, putting his hand on my back.






I really do suck at updates....deepest apologies for not doing it on Sunday.


Hello guys!!! Can you just wrap your arms around yourself and imagine I'm giving you a hug. A real big one, cuz you are all just so flippin amazing! Thank you thank you, for the continuing support. It means so so so so so so much! Mwah! :*

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