It Was Just a Night at the Bar

Harry's POV:
I sat in the back of their van, my hands tied behind my back and a burlap sack over my fucking head. I was so angry. I couldn't explain the amount of hatred running through my veins.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked through gritted teeth.
"Shut up." one of them said angrily.
"What are you gonna do to me?" I asked.
"I said shut up!" the same voice shouted, followed by a stinging pain to the back of my head. I had just been hit with something hard. Felt like a lead pipe.
I let out a low grunt of pain.
"Thanks, I need that." I said as snarky as I could, followed by a punch to the stomach. "You guys just don't hold back, huh?" I asked, breathing heavily and coughing. The bag was taken off of my head, and I could see their faces.
"Say one my word, Styles," I heard the clicks of a gun being cocked "its lights out."
I then decided I didn't want my brains blown out just yet. I still had to find Jacey. She's probably worried sick. I should've told her a long time ago about my past. About my present. She deserves to know. She's better than all those girls id picked up from all those bars. She was different. She made me feel like I was a good person. Like I had a conscious again. Well, I mean, I have one, but its not the best, since you can see where I am at the moment.
"You not going to shoot me." I began to detest.
"How do you know?" the one with the gun sneered angrily.
"You want to hurt, to torture me. You're not just going to end it. And without me you have no ransom either." I taunted even more.
"I'll say this one more time," he yelled through gritted teeth. "I don't care how valuable you are to the operation, if you keep annoying the hell out of me, you're not going to make it outside of this van."
"Whatever you say, hotshot." I said. I was then rewarded with a firm kick to the rib cage.

Jacey's POV

I started towards my bedroom, shuffling my feet slowly trying to process the information just given to me.
"Get dressed, pack a bag and I'm going to take you to Zayn's." Niall said from behind me as he pet Felix.
"Why am I packing?" I asked as I came face to face with my drawer.
"The gang holding Harry hostage are going to find out about you one way or another, and then they'll find where you live and then they'll kill 'ya." he said nonchalantly from my living room sofa.
"Oh. Okay." I said having a sickening feeling wash over my entire body.
I grabbed my suitcase and filled it with clothes and scrapbooks full of old memories. I then put on an outfit fit for the cold weather outside. I then walked out into the living room with a blatantly obvious anxiety showing on my face.
"We can take this little guy too. Zayn loves pets." Niall smiled, then picking Felix up, and zipping him into his jacket so only his little head was peeking out over Niall's exaggerated neckline.
I nodded and headed for the door. Something told me I was probably never coming back to my home.

Harry's POV

They knocked me out for at least a solid two hours before I woke up in some shitty warehouse. I felt sore in my stomach and the back of my head, their favorite two places to hit with metal rods and bats.
"Look he's waking up." said a female voice from the corner of the room.
Then I saw him. That fucking arse. The single most putrid fuck face to ever walk the face of the earth. Jay McGuiness. The leader of the gang on Westside street, the gang "The Wanted". "Well, well, well, if it isn't Harry motherfucking Styles." he said, taking his time to stroll over to the chair I was tied down to. "Seems like my henchmen did well kidnapping you."
"Henchmen? Really? What is this? A fucking comic book? Grow up Jay." I sneered.
"Siva." he said snapping his fingers at the guy that looked like Taylor Lautner on steroids. He walked up holding a butterfly knife, flipping it all around and then pressing it to my throat.
"woah woah woah, Siva, no need to be irrational." I said, trying to resist the blades cut. He backed the knife away from my jugular, watching as Nathan nodded from the corner. These douchebags were the soul reason that people don't walk around Westside alone.
"What do you want from me, Jay?" I spat at the mop-headed dick.
"Well that's simple, we want all of the drug money that is rightfully ours." he grinned evilly.
"You know very well all that money is ours you bastard." I angrily yelled. We lost Zayn and Liam's girlfriend's during that drug deal and the two guys recently just came to terms with their losses, and there was no way these scumfucks were going to take away the one thing our gang got from all that suffering.
"I don't know Harry," he started to walk back and worth. "50 grand sounds pretty good to me."
"No." I said sternly.
"No?" he turned to me, a angry fire in his eyes.
"I'm not giving you the satisfaction of taking our money." I said looking right into his eyes.
"Well, I could just kill you and then take the money." he said pulling out a gun from his back pocket and swinging it around like a toy.
I swallowed the lump in my throat before answering. "If you killed me you'll-" I stopped a second.
"I'll what?" Jay taunted.
"You'll never find it. It's hidden. Only I know where it is."
"Oh come on Harry. You're better than that to make a story about 'hidden treasure' shit." he scoffed.
"After the deal, Liam told me to put it in a safe place. So I did." I lied.
"A huh." Jay said, obviously not believing a word I said. "And if what you're saying is true, that we need you alive, and that you'll never tell, then I guess I have a solution to my problem." he said as he got a mischievous look in his eye. "I'll just hurt that pretty girl you're so close with."
"No. Not Jacey. Please." I said, feeling real remorse about provoking him.
"Is that her name? I wonder how she'd like me?" he said smirking at the other guys in the room. "Tell me, Styles," he leaned in close and continued his thought"how good is she in bed."
I stared at the cement wall, keeping a stone cold expression.
"Does she kiss you here?" he asked tracing the spot Jacey kissed the most on my neck with his gun. "Does she-" he smirked"squeal for you."
"or maybe you like the way she feels so good. Huh? Am I right, Harry?" he ended, trying to get under my skin, and it was working. "Maybe she'll do all those things for me too, or Siva, or Nathan, or Max, or Tom." the guys all laughed lowly. I knew what they were thinking about doing if they got their hands on my little Jacey. "Or maybe even, all five of us at the same time?" he said, a smirk still on his face.
"Stop it." I said, choking as I held back my tears.
"And maybe we'll make you watch too, how about that Styles?" he laughed.
"Stop it!" I yelled.
He punched me in the rib cage and then kicked me in the shins. The physical pain didn't hurt half as bad as the emotional pain Jay just put me through.
"Is wittle Harry gonna cry?" he said in the most condescending tone I had ever heard. I stayed silent. "We'll take care of you in the morning." he said before the burlap sack was put over my head one last time.

Notes

this is gettin intense you guys like omgawd whats gonna happen next?? ahhahahah. i hope you guys found it humorour that it's the wanted that is fight them. if you don't get it thats fine, but if you do thats awesome! anyways, the next chapter is going to revolve around jacey, niall, liam, louis, and zayn. if youre wondering about El, then you'll be happy to hear about her next chapter. oo la la, that was fun to write. love you all and thanks for the kind words in the comments and such! xoxo
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rachel