Harry's P.O.V.
Where we're Louis, Liam and Zayn? Had they been taken by my stupid brothers? Without thinking about my voice, I called Zayn.
'Harry?' He answered. 'Why are you calling? I thought you're voice - ' oh yeah. I groaned. Then, suddenly, I could hear my groan. I was getting my voice back!! 'Well, I had no idea I had my voice back,' I managed to hiss. It was still a quiet, horrible voice, but I could. 'I was worried. They have Cat and Niall. Where are the others?'
'Well, they're... I don't know. Should I go to Louis'?'
'Y-yes pleaaa...' The word please trailed into nothing as I lost my voice again.
'Harry?'
'I'll text you!' I said though my voice had gone, and hung up. I texted him what I wanted to say. He agreed and said he'd go to Louis' place, then to Liam's.

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I was so immersed in writing a song that I didn't hear my phone ring. When I checked it there was a voicemail from Zayn. I listened to it. His voice was fearful. "um Harry?" It said. "Well... I went to Liam's. He's there. But Louis, he's... Um... not there. When I asked his mum she said he'd gone to see his "lovely friend James". I don't know, Harry. I think he's been taken." The voicemail ended. I clapped my hand to my mouth and saw the iPod. No. No. I couldn't look. I figured after all the stress I would have to look at it later.

Louis' P.O.V.
'James, you know the day I said we could be friends?' I asked harshly.
'Yes?' He replied, cackling.
'Well I regret that. I regret that with all my heart.'
'what heart?' He teased, and tied me up opposite Cat.
'Cat!' I called to her. 'Cat! What do - ' James kicked me hard.
'Shut up or I'll move you to somewhere more... Solitary.' He looked at my face, and started laughing. I so wanted to kick him. Hard.
'Anyway, I want to know where Harry is.'
'I don't know where Harry is.'
'You are so bad at lying, Louis.'
'I wouldn't expect anything better coming from you, James.' He slapped me.
'I don't want you to speak unless it's to tell me where Harry is.'
'Then you'll have to tape my mouth shut.'
'maybe I'll try it. Marcel, pass the duct tape.' Marcel obediently did so. 'Right, Louis. This is what you asked for, this is what you get.' He taped my mouth shut with the strongest tape I had ever seen, but I did not complain. Even when he kicked me afterwards I stayed silent. I would never say whee Harry was. He had been a better friend to me than James.

Niall's P.O.V.
So. Louis was here. I hated the two so much for doing this to Harry. It wasn't his fault. He hadn't done anything. I hated them so bad.

Notes

So this chapter probably sucks but whatever
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