The Hostage and the Wanted

Harry was taken in front of a steel door, surrounded by a narrow, well lit hallway but only one other door in the whole level and that was the bathroom.

He had been taken down many floors but it still surprised him that even as he stepped out he was surrounded by cool air.

“We’re here.” Killian gestured, watching the guard nod silently and unlock the door, opening it for his fellow worker and the prisoner beside him.

Harry hesitated but when the guard reached for him he flinched and went forward into the steel cage, gasping at the sight before him.

“It’s not that bad, trust me – Glen has a section that is far worse and if you ever disobey him –you’ll find out.” Killian cautioned, stepping forward with a set of keys and unlocking the door, gesturing Harry in. He hated to see the bloke so beside himself but Killian couldn’t afford to fuck up his position.

He pushed Harry forward gently and watched the slightly younger boy move in toward the cage, his friends already on their feet.

As soon as the door closed, Louis was the first to rush toward Harry and wrap him in a tight embrace, relief washing through him as the four of them reunited.

“You alright, mate?” Niall asked, already at the curly lock’s side and giving him one of his own famous, strong handed hugs.

Killian smiled and turned to walk away but Harry stopped him.

“Wait.”

Killian sighed softly and turned back, looking at the green eyed boy.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.” Harry said, relief in his voice.

“Just doing my job, lad. Don’t be thanking me none, believe me –if I could help you, you wouldn’t be here but unfortunately…” He trailed off and gestured to the door. “I’m not exactly the one in charge.”

Harry nodded and watched Killian leave, disappearing out the door.

“He seems nice.” Liam said, embracing Harry, leading him toward the bench. “Come on, gents, we need to have a discussion, all of us.” He gave a pointed look at Louis who rolled his eyes but went and sat by Harry as Liam sat on the other side and Niall on the end.

“Is everything alright?” Harry asked, concerned.

“No, not really. This situation – how the bloody fuck are we going get out of this? We’re across the pond in another country we’ve never been to and there is a megalomaniac that is dying to sink his teeth into us for a small minor infraction.” Louis piped up before Liam could reply.

“That’s exactly why we need to come up with a plan, some sort of idea –“Liam started but out of the corner of his eye he saw a small red dot –belonging to a camera that was aimed directly at them. He let his voice drop.

The boys followed his stare, Louis rolled his eyes and flipped the camera off before the light turned black again.

“Harry, do you know what’s happening with Ella? They won’t tell us anything. Is she in the infirmary?” Niall asked with worry, making Louis roll his eyes again.

“Who fucking bloody cares about the slag? She got us into this when she went stupid or is everyone still not on the same page? Jesus Christ, Niall, leave her to her own misery. Whatever is happening to the bitch, she more than deserves.” Louis growled – although he didn’t expect the sudden clock across the face from Niall.

Harry and Liam were up and instantly breaking the two apart. Liam grabbing Niall and Harry holding Louis back from completely killing each other.

“I told you not to call her a slag! I fucking bloody told you! She’s not a slag!” Niall glowered, his voice deep with a growl, his voice rising.

Louis laughed in disbelief, holding the left side of his face.

“Slag. A fucking trouble making slag!” Louis hit back, antagonizing Niall as Liam struggled to hold his friend back. When Niall’s eyes went cold blue, deep shit usually followed.

“That’s enough!” Liam yelled at the both of them.

“Fuck you!” Louis yelled, jerking his body forward to try and dislodge Harry’s but he held firm.

“This is insane.” Harry muttered, not used to the hostility from his friends, he only remembered one time Niall got into it with Louis and they had both been piss assed drunk. He sudden remembered why they disbanded, why they had quit talking to one another – it caused nothing but tension and stress.

“She deserves nothing!” Niall yelled at Louis’s earlier statement, not bothering to fight Liam, he knew the way Niall had his hands wrapped around that he wasn’t going anywhere, though he faced Louis with cold, killing blue eyes and they were scary looking.

“You are blind if you don’t see anything wrong with this! Blind to everything but your cock! Look what she’s done to you, mate!” Louis accused, seeing the way Niall looked at Isabella, the way his eyes lit up when she entered the room. Despite calling him a loser, he came back for more and in Louis’s opinion, he was a fool to even have such feelings. Although deep inside, underneath the boiling rage, something inside him stirred too.

“My cock is thinking just fine, thank you! Fuckwit.” Niall grit his teeth tensing against the arms that kept him from lunging.

“Your cock is doing most of the thinking, your brain needs blood Niall, jack it off in the basket and get it flowing again, mate, seriously.” Louis retorted, snorting with disgust and disbelief at his friend.

“I’m thinking just fine, no need to be a complete wanker. No one deserves this, Louis! Not even Ella!” Niall bit back, although Louis could see a few tears make their way down the blonde’s cheeks and he knew this wasn’t helping. So he let his tension go, the air around them clearing as Louis gave a defeated sigh.

Unfortunately, the door chose that moment to open up, Glen Saudimere walking straight in and over toward the cells.

“Boys, boys, boys!” Glen clapped his hands, a displeased and annoyed look on his face. “What seems to be the fuss here? You need a time out? I won’t have fights breaking out down here.”

His voice was authorative and Louis could tell Glenn was holding his temper but he was tired of not knowing what was going on, so he broke from Harry’s grip as Liam took his arms from Niall.

Niall wiped the tears away and Louis approached the cells.

“You won’t tell us jack as to what you’re going to do with us. You are keeping Zayn somewhere and Isabella, not that I care what you do with the slag but lover boy here has been pining to see her.” He looked at Niall who instantly tried to attack him again, which made Glen chuckle and go toward the door and knock twice. When it opened, he issued a command none of them could hear before and turned back around.

“Ethan will be down to see you momentarily, in the meantime I suggest getting out your aggression because you won’t be able to by the time he gets through with you. I issued a warning and all I got in return was disobedience. Bad dogs get punished and eventually, like everyone here that runs under my command –they get that and I have no doubt that you gentleman will too.” Glen Saudimere smiled before walking out and leaving behind four very confused boys.

“Alright, since have gave us permission –“Louis started but Harry was quick to cut in, a firm hand on his shoulder, making the older boy turn around.

“Leave it. Not worth whatever consequences he’s already dreamed up and I have no doubt, given the mind he has – ” Harry stopped, taking his hand away, and ducking out of the way as Niall suddenly advanced and tackled the other boy.

“Fuck you! She is not a slag!” Niall growled, giving Louis another pop across the jaw before they were picked up and separated again, blood coming from Louis’s mouth – one thing was for sure, Niall had a good right hook.

“Fuck you too, mate. You’re too far gone up her snatch to even realize what’s happening, my breath is wasted on the likes of you!” Louis responded with heat of his own.

“ENOUGH! The bloody lot of ya!” Liam yelled, shaking Niall before glancing at Louis. He had enough and it showed very vibrantly in his eyes.

He grabbed Niall’s arm and pulled him to the corner of the cell, forcing him to sit on the bench in the corner.

Harry pulled Louis to the other side of the cell and sat down with the boy, his eyes displaying so many emotions that Harry had a hard time reading them all.

Unfortunately a few minutes after the cell went quiet the door opened again and there stood Ethan with about ten other guards.

“Bring the blonde and the brunette.” He pointed to his targets, folding his arms with a displeased and annoyed tone as the guards advanced toward the cell, unlocking the door.

“Leave them alone!” Liam defended, stepping in front of Niall as Harry did the same for Louis but the guards didn’t listen and brought out their stun guns, releasing the prongs in the boy’s direction as their pained screams began to fill the air.

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