Broken Record.

I was running towards Nialls room as fast as my legs would carry me. No one really understands how much I love and adore Pagen. She's a little older than me and she is my role model. So initially when I passed Liam in the hall, he was confused. I flung myself through the bedroom door and jumped on the figure on the bed, straddling it and then ripping the covers off. To find Niall. The awkwardness was not lost on me when Niall began laughing.
"where is Pagen!!!" I screamed in his pale, beautiful face.
"she's just comin' Jesus!" He laughed back. Earning a punch in the chest and then me to fall into a fit of giggles and relieved sobs. Harry and Pagen couldn't have chosen a more wrong time to walk in. I was fully aware I was sprawled across Nialls chest laughing and Niall was laughing back. That was when I felt myself getting ripped off of the blonde boy and into familiar arms.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" Harry suddenly screamed loud.
"Harry I was just looking for Pagen and when I found Niall I had been so relieved that I began crying and laughing and Niall was obviously confused so he started to laugh soon. Jesus stop being so damn paranoid. I fucking love you and I love Niall like a brother. Let me out of your fucking death grip, kujo." I turned in his arms and flung my arms around his neck again. Repeating that I love him and kissing his cheeks and neck over and over before planting a huge kiss on his lips. I saw Pagen and Niall scrambling for clothes, not being able to keep their eyes-or hands- off of each other. Harry stopped being so tense and as a four we walked down to the kitChen. The noises I heard made me feel sick. Eleanor was screaming. She was screaming for Louis. LOUIS!!! Where is he? Has he been taken? No not Louis please! I let go of Harry and bolt to the kitchen. Des, Paul and my dad are all in one group, on the phone. Eleanor is crying on Perries shoulder, Zayn Is holding the two of them best he can whilst rummaging through his mac. Liam is holding onto the counter, silent tears streaming down his face and that's it. Louis is missing and so is Isabelle. Louis... Iz.... Please be okay. I sit cross legged where I previously stood and the warm tears start to flow. My best friend is gone. My Louis is gone. He was like another brother and my boy best friend. I love him, I do. I will love Harry forever, I will love him as soul mates love the other, I love him in hopes of one day being Mrs.Styles. I love him because he is the beat that keeps my heart pumping life through me. Its scary how in such a short period of time these people are my everything. I can't imagine not hearing the sound of Louis' voice when I approach the group, the arms that hold me before his lips plop a sloppy kiss to my head or my cheek. The biggest bum I have ever seen on a male walking around clad in jeans or football shorts. I can't lose any of these people. I can't imagine walking up to the girls and not having Iz's dark hair engulf my own shade as she throws her arms around me. If anything happens to either of these amazing people, part of me would be lost, part of us all would be lost. I don't even see Harry or hear him before the strongest pair of arms in my worled are picking me up off of the floor, that's why I freak out and begin wriggling in his arms like a fish out of water. I too scream Louis' name and then Isabelles over and over. I feel the panic attack kicking my logic to the floor as images of the two getting strapped to a chair and tortures rip through my brain and my closed eyelids play the cinema screen as the images appear, making them seem so real. Louis!!!!! Iz!!!!! No!!!!




For a brief second I open my eyes. Literally a second of peace before the commotion around me rubs the salt that is reality into my wound that is my fear. Louis Tomlinson is missing. Along side Liams shy, adorable, quirky girlfriend Isabelle. They're gone. Taken. By the Mexican gang that won't leave us alone. I am obviously laying on the tile floor in the kitchen, I see my dad, I see Zayn, I see Perrie. I do not see Harry. That is until I hear his voice.
"Louis still had his in incase any of this happened. Zayn!" He calls over but Zayn doesn't move. "ZAYN!!!!" Harry growls again and still the boy above me, gently tucking my hair behind my ear stays where he is.
"Harry. She's awake." He speaks calmly and quietly, a voice that can be heard without demanding attention. I think Zayn is an angel... The Green eyes replace Zayn caramel ones and calloused hands stroke my face gently.
"Rina baby your awake. I was so scared. We all were. I'm sorry this happened baby I'm so sorry" I watch as alpha Harry turns into my Harold and his green eyes fill with tears. He leans over and buries his head in the crook of my neck. "Baby I'm scared. They-they've got Louis. And Iz. But my b-best friend. My brother" He whimpered and I sat up, pulling his head to my chest and stroking his curls.
"listen to me Harold. It will be okay" I say quietly. Looking around the room I spot Shane and Alex. And Jen. Jen and Niall walk out of the room. I can't find Pagen and I need to see what's going to happen. "Baby listen, go and help out everyone, they need your help and you know Louis best. I'm fine okay?"
"okay, marina I love you" He says looking into my eyes deeply.
"Harry I love you" I say and stand up. I walk the way I watched the blonde duo go.









~Louis' POV~
my thoughts were occupied with images of El. The way her beautiful face contorted as if in pain when the humongous man kicked me. I had fought back until I saw them grab her. I immediately stopped fighting after I fought harder and they yanked her hair. She was strong, my girl, she was strong and brave. But she hadn't seen this before. Her hair was in its signature plait, that was woven around a grimy man's grimy fist.
"GET THE FUCK OFF OF HER!" I screamed but he laughed and angled her head so his dirty mouth could attack her neck. She brought her head forward and then slammed it back into his nose, hard. Blood spurred everywhere and I grinned at her. The next guy was small and she took him down with her elbows and fists. That's when the gun was put to my head and she stopped. The first man grabbing her again. She wriggled and kicked and cursed but he was acting though he felt nothing. Even when she bit him. He threw her to the floor. I had three guys on me. Three. I kicked ones knee and he buckled, bringing my knee up I kneed his nose and then a strong smell made everything go black. Chloroform.

So now here I am in the dark, I hear soft cries and sit up. My head is still groggy but I know the sound is not of a guy, it's not El or Perrie and it's not Rina. I put my hand out and feel long hair, Pagen? Nope... its dead straight. Isabelle.
"Iz?" I softly call to the whampering ball of hair and emotion.
"L-Lou?" She calls back and I sigh in both stress and relief. A feeling you won't truly know until you join a mafia. I was stressed she too had been taken but relieved she was alive.
"C'mere love" I pull her body up my lap and sit her so I'm cradling her small frame. "They're going to find us, it's okay" I promise over and over to the obviously petrified girl. I was scared, but I still had the GPS tracker injected into my arm and so Zayn could find me. The lads would get us I was sure. And if they are too late, well I, Louis Tomlinson will ride out death the way I lived life. Unafraid to die.

Notes

Louis :(