Before I Met You

~Sam's P.O.V~
After hours of just laying on the bed, I looked around and spotted a pair of clothes.
Limping over to them, I noticed that they weren't mine, but just my bra, a new pair of underwear, and a simple blue shirt and sweatpants.
After I put them on, I tried to leave the room, but the door was locked.
I sat on the bed and stared at the wall, too weak to do anything else.
Eventually, I was so worn out and tired, I fell asleep on the bed.
~Harry's P.O.V~
I woke up Saturday to the phone ringing.
Going downstairs, I answered it.
"Hello?" I asked horsely.
"Hello. Is Mr. Harry Styles there?"
I cleared my throat. "Speaking."
"Ah. This is the Roseville police department with news regarding to the Samantha Drake case. If you could, would you mind bringing you and your mother into the police department around one p.m this afternoon?" He asked.
I almost dropped the phone. "Yes! I'll see you then." I said.
"Alright. Thank you." He said and hung up.
"Mom! The police called." I yelled.
My mother came into view almost instantly.
"They said they want me and you to come into the station later on so they can talk to us."
She smiled slightly. "I have a good feeling about this Harry."
I sighed. "I hope so."
****Later on*****
My mother and I drove to the station in anticipated silence.
Once we arrived, we walked into the station and was greeted by officer Ludski.
"Good afternoon." He smiled.
"Good afternoon Officer Ludski." My mother greeted.
I just smiled faintly as my greeting.
"If you two could follow me, I have some news to discuss with you and Ms.Drake's mother."
We went into a conference room and saw Karen sitting in a chair already.
She smiled at us slightly and I waved.
Karen looked horrible, and I mean that in the nicest way possible.
My mum and I sat down.
"Alright. So we got some results from the blood samples. Sadly to say, some of the blood is Ms.Drake's. The good news is, we found another man's blood. The man's name just so happens to be Joseph Zamberan. Joseph has been on our wanted files for over fifteen years. He's been known to work for the ODA. The ODA stands for 'The Orphan Destruction Association. As I recall, Ms.Drake was an orphan before you had taken her in, am I correct Ms. McBrostick?"
I looked over at her as she nodded palely.
"The ODA has certain 'beliefs' that orphans have 'no right' to live on the planet and they tend to.. get rid.. of them if they can get ahold of any. We have been trying to track down this group for a very long time. We've pulled in other counties, even other states at one time. Now that we know it's the ODA, we have several states who have had reports of the ODA working with us to help bring home Ms.Drake safely."
I gripped the arms of my chair so hard that my knuckles turned white.
Karen shed a few tears. "Please just help me bring my poor daughter home. I can't lose her like I did my husband."
I remember when Karen lost her husband. He died in a fatal car wreck... just like Sam's parents. The whole town knew about it, and everybody took in Karen as their sister, or aunt, or even daughter or mother.
After the meeting, Karen and my mother talked quietly as I walked out in front of them.
"He barely eats and he won't sleep. I hear him up crying at like two a.m. His grades are plummeting towards F's. I'm worried." My mom sighed.
I kicked the pebbles in the parking lot.
She was right, I was almost failing now that I think about it.
Once we got into the car, I pulled out my phone and made w group chat with Louis, Niall, Liam, and Zayn.
Me: they got the results back. It's some guy who's part of the ODA
Niall: ODA?
Liam: oh shit.... You're kidding. Please tell me you're kidding..
Me: it's the orphan destruction association.. And no Liam. I'm not ):
Zayn: what the fuck. That's fucking mess up just by the name.
Me: im scared guys. I really am..
Louis: bro. We're all coming over tonight. We need to talk this out.
Me: alright. See you guys then.
Niall: stay strong bro. We're here for you.
Liam: yeah (:
Zayn: exactly Niall :)
Louis: till the end bro.
Once we got home, I showered and ate food. My mom was looking at me like I was a foreign alien or something.
"What?" I asked.
"I just haven't seen you out of your room this much in a month Harry."
I shrugged.
That night, the boys came over like they promised.
We discussed the whole ODA thing and looked up any information we could about it.
After the boys left, I actually went to bed to get sleep.
This time, after almost a month of nightmares and just sleepless nights, I had a dreamless sleep and didn't wake up once.
~Sam's P.O.V~
The man entered the room with a bowl of what looked like oatmeal and a couple of water bottles.
"Good morning." He smiled.
I looked at him with pain.
He had beaten me up several times in the past week and a half, and I didn't know how much more I could take.
I shakily took the bowl of oatmeal and ate it cautiously.
Between bites, I slowly drank water with it.
"I have something to show you. I don't think you're gonna like it though, darling." He frowned.
He pulled out an iPhone and clicked on the pictures. There was a video of Harry.
He pushed play and it seemed to be a hidden camera on someone.
The girl lunged at Harry and kissed him.
He hesitated, but kissed her back.
I felt like my heart literally just snapped into two pieces.
He groaned a bit and then pushed away.
The video ended.
"I guess Harry doesn't care about you anymore. he's moved on Sam."
I shook my head. "No. I'm not fucking stupid."
He slapped me. "Don't disagree with me."
I winced but recovered. I was so used to being beaten by him.
He kicked my leg and left me alone.
I stared at the wall and started crying. The video didn't mean anything. I know he's in distress. I know it didn't mean anything... Or did it.....
I just wish I could see him one last time. One. Last. Time.
****a week later****
By now, I was unable to move. The bastard hadn't come near me, nor had he fed me. I always drifted in and out of consciousness. When I was awake, I would instantly start shaking and that's all I would do.
That, and stare at a wall.
I wish I would just die already. I prayed to God that he would take me out of my misery already. But for some fucking reason, he was forcing me to hold on.
Suddenly, the man opened the door and walked in.
"Here she is." He grunted.
I just remained staring at the wall and didn't bother looking.
"Joseph." The other man snapped.
So that's what this fuckers name was!
"Yes, sir?" He said quietly.
"I'm proud of you." He replied.
How could you be proud of someone who's beaten and starved someone to fucking near death!?
Next thing you know, I'm being dragged off the bed and dragged along the cement floor through the door.
I winced as my whole body screamed with pain.
I was dragged through a house and into the outside.
My eyes squeezed shut, for the sunlight was far too much for them. They hadn't seen actual sunlight since the day I was kidnapped, which was over a month ago.
Joseph picked me up and threw me into an open car door.
I groaned out in pain and opened my eyes slowly.
"Get comfortable dealing, it's gonna be a long car ride." Joseph called back to me.
I whimpered slightly as my response.
There was a sharp pain on my forehead. I lifted my hand up to it and felt a huge gash in it.
Wincing, I pulled my hand away and curled up into a ball, sinking as far back as I could into the seat, letting a dark sleep come over me.
~
I woke up to being dragged across a cement sidewalk.
I tried to cry out, but nothing came out.
All of a sudden, we stopped.
I was picked up and carried inside.
Joseph set me on a bed and stepped backwards.
The other man hovered beside the bed and smiled down at me.
"You.. Fucking... Asshole." I whispered faintly.
He pulled out a knife. "What was that Samantha?"
I spit weakly at him.
He rolled his eyes at me and dragged the knife down my arm.
Tears rolled down my face, but I didn't cry out. I couldn't... I wouldn't.
"You're going to die sweetie. You know that, right?" He chuckled.
I nodded my head.
"You're a brave soul. You're tough to crack. But everyone cracks eventually."
I shook my head.
"You.... Will never... Break me.." I croaked.
He shook his head and walked away. "We always do, Sam. We always do.
~Harry's P.O.V~
I stayed up till midnight researching this 'Joseph' guy. I had managed to find a mug shot of him and was now tempted to find him.
It's been two months since Sam was kidnapped. Two months of pure hell.
***another agonizing month later***
My phone rang and I answered it.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Harry!" Louis whispered.
"Lou? What's up?"
"I found this Joseph guy. I was at the store getting fucking skittles and I saw him. Harry, I'm one hundred percent sure this is the guy. I'm following him in my car right now. I wanna see where he goes."
"Oh my god Louis." I said.
My heart was racing a million miles a minute.
I stayed on the line with Louis for over an hour.
"Where the hell is this guy going Louis?" I whined.
"Shit! He's pulling into a house." He exclaimed.
"Get the fucking address and get the hell out of there."
"On it. It's 62169 onnnnn Harbor Avenue. Im almost positive I'm like right outside of Lebanon. Harry, I think we're one step closer to getting Sam back. We need to tell the police about this."
"Yeah. I'll contact them right now. Thank you so much Louis. This means everything. When you get back to Roseville, come over to my house."
"Alright. See you then bro."
He ended the call and I smiled with joy as I dialed the police station's number.
"Roseville police department. How may I help you?" A lady asked.
"Hi. Is officer Ludski in?"
"Yes. I'll have you transferred over in one second."
"Thank you." I breathed.
The phone rang for a minute before Ludski picked up.
"Hello?" He asked.
"Officer Ludski. I have information. My friend louis was out buying candy at the Walmart in town and he spotted Joseph. He followed them over an hour out of town to Lebanon. He watched them pull in to a house. We have the address and everything." I said.
"Is your friend sure this was him?"
"He was positive sir."
"Alright give me the address and I'll scan it through and see who's name its under."
I gave him the address and waited.
"It's not under his name, or the head leader's. I'm sure he either pulled into a fake driveway, or he just bought it under a fake name. We'll send some officers out tonight to see. But we can't raise suspicion. They'll move her across the country if they have to. They've done it before, and they're not afraid to do it again."
The smile I once had turned into a frown. "Oh."
"Harry. We'll find her. I promise. I'm sick of this bull shit these sick monsters are doing to people. It needs to stop. We're doing everything we can to stop them. They're just well developed. It's hard."
"I understand. Thank you." I said.
"No problem. And thank you. I'll be in touch soon." He said.
I hung up my phone and tossed it on my bed.
Flopping down next to it, I stared at the one picture I had of Sam and I.
She took it when we were coming home from her one game.
Her hair was sticking out of her braid, her face was glistening from sweat, her cheeks were red from exhaustion. But through all of that, she still had a smile as big as the sky across her face. And she looked absolutely beautiful.
A tear slid down my cheek.
There was a knock at my doorway.
I wiped the tear and turned to see Robin standing there.
"Hey. Can I come in?" He asked.
I nodded.
He came over and sat down beside me on the bed.
"Harry. I know you're going through a rough time. But I need you to think about yourself for a little bit. The police are doing everything they can, and you have your own life. You've let yourself fall quite a bit."
I stared at the wall and refused to say anything.
He sighed and stood up. "It's just a thought Harry. Please consider it."
And with that, he left.
A week passed and I hadn't heard anything from anybody. It was almost Thanksgiving Day.
I was over at Louis's house with Zayn and Liam. Niall couldn't make it, for he had a Chemistry project that he waited last minute to finish.
Louis and Liam were playing FIFA, and Zayn and I were just sitting there and laughing at how competitive they were getting.
My phone buzzed, signaling that I got a text.
From:
Unknown
Gobble Gobble Harry. Times running out to save your precious one. We know you followed us. We're not stupid. So we've moved. Each time you think you can go to the police, we'll move farther and farther away, and our little darling's life time will be cut even shorter (;
I know you're stupid enough to come alone to meet us at our newest location:
72819 Mattsburn Street allllll the way over in Frankfort, Kentucky. Don't play games with us Harry, cuz we can play back even harder. Make your move wisely.
I gulped and looked around. No one noticed I had gotten the text.
"Hey Zayn, do you still have your revolver?" I asked.
He nodded. "Why? You want it?"
"I was just thinking, maybe I should just get some stress out by taking a few shots."
He nodded and smiled. "That's fine. You wanna go get it now?"
"If you're Okey with it. If not, that's fine. I can wait."
He shook his head. "Nah. It's fine. We'll head over and get it now."
We said bye to Liam and Louis and drove over to Zayn's place.
He unlocked his front door and went down into his basement to grab the gun.
He came back up with it and a whole box of bullets.
Before handing it over to me, he stopped. "I'm not stupid. I know what you're doing. I know trying to stop you isn't going to do anything, but text me. Please. Be safe and don't get killed. They're dangerous Harry."
I nodded slightly. "Thanks Zayn."
Once he gave me the gun, I headed out to my car and started the long journey over to Frankfort.
Thankfully, I lived towards the eastern end of Missouri (A/N: oops. I never actually told anybody where everyone lived. xD. Well, now you know!).
By the time I arrived in Kentucky, it was already six p.m. and my stomach was loudly grumbling.
I stopped at a fast food place and quickly went through the drive through.
This was my one chance to get Sam back, and I wasn't going to let anyone or anything fuck it up.
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Msjosncjowdncjondwcjondaojca is Harry gonna get herrrrrrr???? (;

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