Niall's P.O.V.

After my uncle ushered me back to my car and convinced me to drive to his place, he offered me a change of my cousins clothes who moved out a few years ago.

We're now in his office, me royally pissed at the world.

My cousins sweats too big for me but rolled at the top.

"Niall..... I did something... Something that I think will save your girl.."

My head shoots up.

"What?" He leans forward in his chair, placing his cup of scotch down that he seems to always be drinking from nowadays.

"I... I contacted.. a friend. For more information. A friend I haven't spoken to in years." His face twists in to a strange grimace.

"A friend?" He nods once. His voice empty and cold.

"A very dangerous one, Niall. I left your name out because this friend does things for a living that most people only think about in their nightmares. And I just want you to know, I'm going to the police tomorrow, and with the proof he gave me, they'll get her out. But not without a cost." He hitches his breath and I can tell when he says friend, I know he means just the opposite.

"What - what, do you mean?" I choke out. Suddenly feeling very scared for my uncle.

"I mean... I don't trust the loyalty of my friend. And it may mean my own neck." He swallows another mouthful of his drink. "He gave me some pictures of Olivia, with the people that have her. A man, not the Styles family, but another man, carrying her in to a factory. I'll bring it to the station tomorrow and they'll go get her." y heart leaps from my chests at the thought of her finally being saved. Finally being back in my arms and out of harms way. But a nagging feeling enters my brain.

"What do you mean but not without a cost?" I ask quietly.

"It means, I think this.. friend... told some people I was asking questions and getting the right answers." he says grimly and a sick feeling enters my stomach.

I remember the time we first began looking for her. How he told me that is people found out we were looking for her, it would mean trouble for us....

"Jay, they could be fucking after you! You need to get out of town!" I shout, standing up quickly, knocking my chair in the process.

"No, Niall I can't. That would raise even more suspicion. Let's just hope that the police get there first before he can find me. If so, I'll be fine."

"What the fuck? How can you act so freaking calm? What if they go after you? What if they kill you? Give me their names I'll go fucking handle it!" I shout, slamming my fists on the desk. Losing Olivia was hard enough, losing my own flesh and blood would just kill me.

"No! Lisen to me, Niall. If they know you know anything, and I mean anything, they'll go after you too! Do you understand? You need to remain inconspicuous for her sake. You need to stay safe for Olivia. Do it for her. Don't worry about me. Just know if something does happen.... And besides... I'll see my Sandy" He trails off, taking a bigger drink. I cringe at the mention of my deceased Aunt's name. So that's what this was about. If he died. He would be able to see her.. As in the after life. The thought sickens me.

"You can't just let me sit back here and do nothing. At least show me the pictures." I beg, sitting back down, trying to reach sense with my insane uncle.

"Damn it, Niall! Don't you get it? If you know anything and I mean anything, it will be your neck! These people may not be as dangerous as the Styles family, but their just as bad. Do you understand?" He shouts, slamming his palm down on the table loudly, making me jump. I swallow the lump in my throat in breathe before giving a curt nod. "Now run home, it's getting later." he grumbles.

I look at my Supras and nod once. Getting up from the chair in his office and heading to the door.

"Jay?"

"Yeah, bud?" He looks up at me, bags under his eyes.

My uncle was a strange man. Very work obsessed. He used to be so full of life until the death of his wife. Then he changed, he stopped calling, stopped visiting. Became the walled up man with dark eyes in front of me. I was happy for my cousin when he left for the air force to get away form his depressed father's rage. But sad for my uncle when he was left all alone, once more.

"Thank you." I say softly, looking in to the empty eyes of my once very alive uncle.

"No.. Thank you." He gives me a crinkled smile. His words confuse me but I merely nod, say goodbye and then leave. Crossing the street, a car comes around the corner and lets me cross before speeding off. I get in my car and head home. Praying for the safety of my family.

Olivia's P.O.V.

A strange sound comes through my throat. A very strange, gargle like sound.

My knees shake and I know if I was standing i would have collapsed by now.

They're no longer searching for me.

I'll be stuck here forever.

I will never be free.

I think I scream. I hear Louis calling my name, reaching for me, trying to calm me down. I slap his grip away.

I know I'm having another panic attach before I even really have it.

I slap away his hands and make a run for the bathroom.

My chest heaving, my heart bating so fast it's hard to function normally.

A sob erupts through my lips.

My family. My Niall. My friends. My neighbors. My teachers. All done. All sick of looking. My life meaning no more than a few weeks. How can I be that insignificant? How can that be it for me? How the hell can I spend the rest of my life in this room. Sleeping, eating, doing nothing else. I can not. I can Not! I will not. Never dancing. Never seeing my family. Never finnsihing highschool, Never getting married. Never having children. How can this be? How can I do this?

I can not.

I can not do this.

How can I ever do this?

My knees give out and I curl up in to a ball on the floor of a bathroom. I know Louis is yelling and pounding on the wood but I do not listen nor do I hear his words.

All I can think and see are the faces I will never see again, and all of the things I will never get to do.

I am never leaving.

My body shakes violently. A light sweat breaking out on my head. My brain telling me to get up and run for my life, anxiety, adrenaline, and fear taking over every part of my sensible brain.

Thankfully, a small part of me keeps my body on the ground. If I get up and freak out like my brain is telling me to, I will hurt myself or others on accident.

I think I scream but I am not sure, because suddenly it is quiet when I didn't even know there was noise, and my throat is sore.

I shake my head an dcry and cry and cry.

My chest heaving, my brain screaming, my body shaking beyond control.

I do not understand how this has happened.

How they will celebrate my death to an empty box.

How they will cry over me for a few minutes before walking off. leaving that wood box to be covered in dirt.

A wood box that I will not even be laid in.

I cry for the loss of my family.

I cry for the loss of the life I should have had.

I cry for the children that I will now never have.

And I cry just because I am afraid.

I am so afraid of never leaving.

All hopes of rescue obliterated.

Harry's P.O.V.

"Why me?!"

"Because you're the fool who has gotten attached to her!" He yells

"Who is it?" I ask, my voice not coming out as strong as it should. I pinch the bridge of my nose and sit down in my chair once more.

"Some Private Investigator that lives in town. He asked our hit man some questions. We need to get him tonight."

"Which hit-man?'

"Doug."

"What did he tell him? When he asked about her?" Fear of her being found out is crippling. I will not let anyone take her from me. I am too selfish.

"He gave him a picture of Tyler carrying her. Before you and your stupid friends took her back. So good news, he doesn't have any leads to this property."

"Just let him go tell on Tyler! We don't fucking need him!" I yell, pointing my finger at the sick fuck across from me. He says some stupid shit back but I merely roll my eyes and turn back to Kenneth.

"They could get some clues, tips. Tyler could be liked back to the gang activity associated with us. We can't take that risk. You need to go take care of him. Tonight." He shrugs. His word being the final.

He want's me to kill a man.

I've seen these other gang members killing people, that's not the problem. And I have been involved with a lot of these jobs. A lot of very nasty ones. That's what our gang did. The risk being, I was in charge of this run.

And if anything happened, the trails would lead to me.

I groan and pinch the bridge of my nose.

"You can bring one other man, your choice, but I expect you to leave with in the hour. Be quick and clean." I nod and look down at the table.

Louis's dad agrees to come.

I was a nervous wreck to say the least. More than that, my stomach was in strange knots. I kept seeing Olivia's face.

If she knew this is what I was doing she would hate me.

But I don't have a fucking choice.

I have to.

Pulling up to the address, I spot someone crossing the street.

Niall.

I let him cross and he gets in his car.

Holy fuck.

No, I can't do this.

I nearly lose my shit.

If he's related to this man.... Olivia would kill me. She would hate me for hurting someone close to her friend.

But wait.

She won't know.

She will never know. She won't talk to Niall ever again.

I don't mention knowing Niall to Louis's dad for his sake and Olivia's. If anyone besides me knew he knew Olivia and was related to the man we were about to hit, he would be killed to. Without question.

I swallow the bile and park down the alley.

Time to get to work.

Notes

do you guys understand whats going on??

Leave any questions, plot is twisting.