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Hostage

Chapter 2

Mia's POV

W-wh-what do you m-mean?? I frantically stuttered as I felt the barrel of the gun on my temple.

"Common mate your scaring the poor girl" an Irish accent called out making me look up at the other men standing in my house each holding a blank face tinted slightly with pity and guilt.

The gun was removed from my temple and I let out a breath of air I didn't know I had been holding.

"What's your name ,love?" The same Irish accent asked
"M-m-mia" I responded still stuttering I mentally scolded myself. I shouldn't be showing weakness I need to stay strong.

"Mia. What a lovely name. My name is Niall." The Irish one stated then pointed to the brown haired man with brown eyes "That's Liam" next was the tan one with the styles blackish brown hair "That's Zayn" next was curly haired one with green eyes "That's Harry and the guy behind you with the gun is Louis." I turned my head slightly to see a boy with brown hair swept to the side and bluefish green eyes that felt like they pierced through my soul.

I finally mustered up the courage to speak "Why are you here in my house?" Harry spoke up this time walking closer to me with each word. I could tell he was trying to intimidate me and it was working. "Well love as you've probably already heard, we robbed a bank and shot a few guys and we need a place we can stay to not bring attention to ourselves while this whole thing blows over and then we'll leave the country." He said in his deep British voice.

"But why here? Why me!? You can't stay here you need to leave this is ridiculous!! Since when do I start running a hotel for dirty no good rotten criminals!!" I yelled my fear suddenly switching over into anger.

I immediately regretted my decision when I felt a pair of strong hands wrap themselves around my neck.I was suddenly staring into the sea blue eyes of Louis "What did you say you little slut!" he yelled as he held me up against the wall. I couldn't respond due to the lack of air I was suffering from. I started to claw at his hands around my neck. I could faintly hear the other boys telling at him to stop but everything was blurry. And as the world faded into darkness I saw Carry in the doorway crying.

What did I do to deserve this?