Enticing Charm

Olivia's P.O.V.

Tyler steps in to the dark room and I cower back. My body sore and feeble as he comes towards me.

When he gets closer I take note of a black eye and his limp as he holds his stomach. Deep down I know this was from Harry.

Where is Harry, why hasn't he taken me home yet?

The drugs are still effecting my to an extent so I'm not nearly as scared as I should be when he charges at me.

Harry will come right before he even tries to -

I'm cut off as a fist comes in contact with my eye. Pain ricochets through my already pounding skull. I let out a pathetic little cry as my eye socket burns like nothing before it.

He doesn't say anything to me as he grabs my shirt, rips it up a few inches above nazel and punches me in the stomach.

I groan and attempt to breathe straight as he once again smacks his fist in to my stomach and ribs as the wind is knocked out of me. I feel like hurling by the time he finally gets up.

Once straight he spits on me and leaves without one.

I lay on my back with my arms and ankles still tied as my eyes roll in to the back of my head. I can not breathe. It feels as if the air is sucked out of my new prison. Why is this happening? Where is Harry?

Once my breath is finally even I whimper into the dark room. No more sleeping. I need to get out of here. He will surely kill me if we keep up this pattern.

I asses my bodily damage. My eye is swelling and I know it will be black with in the hour. My head is killing me. My hands are numb form the rope, my wrists chaffed and bleeding lightly. My ankles are tied over my leggings so they aren't like my wrists. But my legs are so cramped and sore. I don't think I will be able to stand. My ribs and stomach are aching profusely from his blows.

I sniffle and wince as I attempt to go to a sitting position. My limbs ache as I lean up against the cement wall. Where am I?

The room is mostly dark, minus the thin crack of light shining form under the door. No windows are present and no light bulbs as far as I can see. Pressing my shoulders against the wall. I dig my bare heels in to the cement and begin pushing myself up in to standing up. My knees shake and my legs burn. I don't know why I'm even bothering to try to stand. My ankles are tied. I won't be able to walk.

With a groan and a few creaks and pops from my sore bones and ligaments. I sigh a shaky breath and get down on to my knees and then very awkwardly crawl over to the door on them. The floor is cold and hard under my knees as I scoot towards the door.

One reached, I lean my shoulder in to the handle and do my very best at turning it. Of course it's locked. I can't stop the doubt and fear that are creeping in to my tear ducts.

Is he even looking for me? Does he even care? How could Harry let this happen? I do not understand.

I crawl back to my corner. I'm once again freezing; figuring I must be in some sort of basement or cellar without heat. Exhaustion overtakes me just from the trip to the door. I know not to lay on my arms any more so I flip on my stomach and lay my cheek on the dirty floor.

I just want to go home.

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Niall's P.O.V.

It's late. I'm jogging past the house again. It's still the day the search was condoned for her but I don't care. I know shes in there and walking past that house makes me feel ease. Because it lets me feel like shes close to me.

If only she knew I was just right outside.

I was going to get her out. I don't know how yet but it was going to happen. I just had to grow a pair first.

As I near the front I spot a billow of smoke coming from the porch, looking closer I find the dull burn of the orange embers from a cigarette.

The Harry kid sits on the steps of his house, watching me as I him.

He looks defeated. Mad and sad and I don't freaking know.. just shitty I guess.

I give him a small wave which he doesn't return. I shake my head and continue down the street.

I missed her. More than was healthy. But what could you expect? She's my best friend.... Not only that but I was desperately, violently and passionately in love with her.

I hope to god I will be able to tell her that some day.

I wish I did earlier.

Harry's P.O.V.

I paced my room. Think you stupid fucker. Where could he have taken her? Not his house.. there were no basements or secluded rooms to keep her in. I want to punch the wall again at the thought of her at his fucking house. Sick fuck.

He had to of taken over the state line or to one of the other properties in town. My father owned a few businesses and a few other houses. I count out the residences with rooms that were adapted for this situation.

But what happens if I find her?

What will Kenneth do? Will her take her? No. That's shit. I won't let that happen.

I will just sit him down and tell him to get the fuck over it or I'm out. Even though I'm already convinced I will leave. Wait until her disappearance isn't on every fucking newspaper and news channel. Once it blows over I'll gt us the hell out of here.

It's a good plan. I hope she'll come with. If not I'll just make her of course.. But I hope she wants to.

Either way; her cute little ass is coming with.

I just need to get her back first.

I miss her. I miss her bad. Which is fucking stupid but it's true. I wish she was laying down on my bed right now. I would kiss her so much her lips would chap. I would hold her and squeeze her.

I hope shes not hurt. I will fucking lose my shit if he lays a hand on her.

The thought of him taking advantage of her makes me nearly puke.

My phone buzzes in my pocket...

From: Louis T.

He's back now...

I shoot a quick reply before leaving my room.

To: Louis T.

Get him on the basement. Be right there.

I can already hear the string of cusses and shouts as I grow nearer to the cellar doors. It's mostly empty besides some stolen artifacts and old furnture. The light is on in the middle of the room.

Tyler's on his feet surrounded by John, Louis, Zayn and Liam. I knew I could count on them.

"You have five fucking seconds before get Harry gets here. Talk!" Zayn spits at him.

"Oh, he has less than five seconds." I laugh walking straight up to him and not wasting any time in punching him in the chin. He won't fight me back. Not with the guys here behind me. "Where the fuck did you bring her!" I shout, grabbing the collar of his shirt in my grasp.

He chuckles and shakes his head.

I'm on him in the moment after. Once that god damn smirk is gone and he's on his back groaning like a pussy, I look down at him.

"Tell me." I demand. He doesn't speak. He doesn't even look a little bit bothered with his bleeding mouth.

No words come from his mouth. Rage blinds me.

"Listen up you little fucking piece of shit. I will fucking kill you and you know I will. You tell me where you put her before we do something hasty." I yell, giving him a good kick in the side.

Nothing.

As still and unmoved as a god damn rock.

"Fine. Turn the lights out, take his phone and keys. lock him in here." I sigh and trudge back up the stairs. I need to start looking through the properties. She might not have long.

Pulling out a smoke I plop down on my front porch, needing to catch my breath first.

And than wouldn't you fucking know.

God damn Neil jogs by.

I just wanna get up and slam his face in to the god damn road. He waves and I glare at him. I hate that he has known her longer. Taken care of her when I wasn't around. I hate him and I don't even know the bastard.

Notes

anyone seeing a pattern heeree?(;