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Chapter 23

Harry's POV:

Liam and I have been driving around for about an hour when I see Addie's name pop up on my phone.

"Addie?" I answer, confused.

"Harry! Please tell me that Beth is with you?" She cries through the phone as I begin to panic.

"No, I left her and she said you would come over," I exclaimed as Liam listened.

"I did, but my car didn't start and I was late. When I got here the front door was open and she was nowhere to be found," I clenched my fists. Just then, Liam got a call from Louis saying that none of them had been near Wolverhampton and that everything was fine with Tess and the rest of the family.

"It was a fucking set up," I hissed. "It was a fucking set up!" Liam stopped the car and directed it towards Beth's. "We're on our way, just go inside and lock the doors." I hung up the phone.

"He knew. He fucking knew that if anyone could get me away from Beth it would be Tess. Fuck!" I screamed and punched the dashboard.

"Harry, Tate and Colton aren't the slightest bit intelligent. We'll find her." Liam said reassuringly.

"This is all my fault," I whispered.

Beth's POV:

I opened my eyes to darkness. My hands were tied behind my back and there was a bag over my head.

I began to do the only thing that came to mind: scream.

"Oh, God! Won't you shut it?" An unfamiliar voice spoke. I ceased my screams for a moment then began again.

I heard footsteps walking towards me and the bag was removed from my head. I saw two boys I both recognized from the party. I was placed in an almost empty room, a basement room I believe. The only window was close to the ceiling and the table and chairs were directly across on the other side of the room.

"Wow, wouldn't you look at her mate. No wonder Tate wanted her so bad, he's gotta be ready to fuck her at any moment, now." They laughed.

"Piss off," I spat.

"Hmm, feisty one here," The taller one said. "Jackson, go grab that rope off the table." The shorter one took the rope and brought it towards us.

He continued to wrap the rope around my face so I wouldn't be able to speak.

"That's better, isn't it Noah?"

"Yeah, mate. Just wish we could play with her a little bit." They laughed and returned to the table.

Please, Harry. Please find me.

Notes

Comments

It’s getting sooo good!

megsworld megsworld
2/1/18

love this story!

Allforbrits Allforbrits
12/27/17

Yay!

Ayat Ayat
4/26/17

Please keep writing this story! I love it and want to see where you take it!!

Just a heads up. In England we don't call it "Fall" We cal it Autumn

Haribo_Baby Haribo_Baby
10/11/16