Stolen

She has been stolen from her family by her favorite band. How will she react? Will she cope well, or will she freak out? Read to find out...

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7. The knock

Lyla's pov

I tell the band my name, and they untie me. It seems that Niall is the ring leader. or at least in this case. I chafe my wrists and ankles, and feel calm enough to say, "I do wish you would have taken those off a bit earlier." I enunciated each word, through my calm that I swear I should've lost by now. I've been kidnapped haven't I? Doesn't that mean I should be freaking out and trying to get away? Or at least fan-girling, seeing as they're my favorite band, but I don't feel like doing any of that. I just sit there calmly. Then comes a knock at the door. What on earth? The boys look confused, but harry goes to answer it. He opens the door, and a gun pokes through it. "Hands up!" someone shouts through the door. Harry's hand goes up. It is clear that they think he is the only one in the house. We are all out of view. I can see Niall beginning to panic. Carefully, making sure no one can see what I'm doing, I stare at the back of his head, he has turned away to face the door. He calms. I've noticed, that when I feel a connection with someone, the way I did with Shailey, I can calm them just by looking at them. I felt that connection even stronger with Niall, and I know that he can feel me looking at him even though he is looking away. He calms considerably, and turns to the others. Gesturing silently, he assures us down the hall that they had gone down just a few minutes before. It is a long hall, and holds the doors to 6 rooms. The doors are all open except the one that Harry closed a few minutes ago, and I can see in. The closed door is on the same side as two bedrooms, and on the other side of the hall, there are two bedrooms and a bathroom. It has a jetted tub and a huge shower, as well as the regular bathroom appliances. Niall assures us into one of the open bedrooms not wanting to make noise by opening or closing a door. "Stay here." he whispers. "I'm going to go help Harry." I realize that he may panic because I can see that he has a lot on his mind at the moment, so I follow him out. He notices. "What are you doing? I thought I said to stay in the room." I can see that he was trying to protect me, but "I don't care. I am coming." I say in a harsh whisper. "Fine, but be careful." he whispers back. We go back into the living room. The door s now halfway open, and Harry is still standing in the frame, with the other man on the porch. He is wearing all black. Baggy sweatpants, and  an also baggy sweatshirt. The hood on his shirt is pulled up and tightened, and underneath it, he wore a mask.

Harry's pov
My hands are still up on my head. "Move aside!" he orders loudly, "Let me in!" I'm not exactly sure if it is the smartest thing to do, but I remain defiant. I can tell that Niall and the girl - Lyla- are behind me. Why did he let her come out? Does he want her taken or shot? Oh well. I need to take care of this guy. "I can't do that." I say. Then behind me, I hear "Go ahead Harry. Move aside." It was Niall. I move. "Where's the stash!?" Comes from the door.
Niall is entirely calm. "I'm sorry." he says mildly, "I'm not sure what it is you're talking about." The man was suddenly enraged. "Don't make me shoot you!" His voice rose as he spoke. "I won't." said Niall. "I can't make you do anything." He sure is treading dangerous waters. It seemed to work though. The man was clearly confused. Lyla spoke up. Her voice as smooth as silk. "I don't think you should be here." she said. Radiating that perfect calm. He looked at her, and Broke into a run. Grabbing her. "A treasure like you would be worth a high ransom. You boys won't see her until you pay. You will leave $10,000 in an envelope in the tree just outside." With that, he walked out, holding Lyla in a grip as hard as iron. She still looked calm, but it was clear he was making it hard for her to breathe.

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