The Only One for Me
Safe and Sound
Harry's POV
I paced back and forth in the police headquarters. Millions of words floated through my head as a tried to get a grip on reality, but only three of them were clear: I can't help. This one sentence was driving me crazy. The love of my life had disappeared and I couldn't do anything. It still hadn't quite sunk in that she wasn't there; I kept on waiting for her to come back from a coffee run complaining about the fact that the police weren't doing anything, saying "I can't fucking believe it!" Over and over and over again.
In reality though, I was the one who couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe that I was here with Aly's family and Charlie, waiting to see if they had found the person we all cared the most about. We were all a wreck, especially Charlie.
I stopped pacing and went to sit to next to Charlie in a cold plastic chair. She was shaking quietly. I knew she blamed herself for what had happened. I didn't blame her, but I knew that if I ever met the person who had taken her from me, every punch I threw would be harder than the last. I knew that I wouldn't rest until he was dead. He had taken the one thing that meant the most to me, and I needed her back.
I looked over at Charlie again and realized she was crying. "It's not your fault," I said softly, putting my arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. I felt the need to make everything better for her, and suddenly a thought occurred to me. "It's my fault," I said quietly. "IT'S MY FUCKING FAULT!" I said, raising my voice, scaring several passing police officers. "I could have done more. If I had figured out how to keep her with me, she wouldn't have gone out of control. If I had just done something-" I broke off, not because I was angry, but because thick tears were sliding down my face. I wiped my eyes with my shirt and kept it there, I needed something to be close to me. "It's all my fault. I wasn't here and now she's gone," I whispered into my shirt.
I felt a tug on my shoulder and came out of the shirt. It was Charlie. She was looking up at me, the tears that had stained her cheeks only moments ago were gone. "NO." She said fiercely. "It's not your fault. It's not any of our faults." She looked across the room and I followed her gaze to Aly's family, who were huddled together, talking to the chief. Nick's eyes were bright red and her mom hadn't stopped crying since she had gotten there.
And in that moment, I realized just how lucky I was to be in Aly's life. And I realized that if I wanted to ever see her again, I would have to do something about it.
Aly's POV
I awoke in a dark cave. It was pitch black, with a slimy bottom and various dripping noises that were nearby. After taking in my surroundings, though I couldn't see much, I noticed that I was soaking wet, very cold, and in lots of pain. I tried to think back to the night at the club- completely puzzled as to what had happened. And then it came to me- the mysterious gun shot, screams, the harsh hands that had grabbed me and pushed me to the ground. But I couldn't remember anything else. The only hints I had were an incredibly sore pelvic area and intense pain around my neck. Ah yes, I thought. I've been kidnapped.
Suddenly I heard heavy footsteps approaching the cave. Fear started to crawl into me for the first time since I had woken up. This wasn't a movie- I wasn't going to be saved by Tom Cruise in a thrilling ending that the New York Times refers to as "the most exciting and tear-jerking ending conclusion since Titanic," or some shit. Though it would probably be tear-jerking... Anyway, if Leonardo hadn't gotten an Oscar, I certainly wasn't going to.
The footsteps, meanwhile, were getting louder. I braced myself, waiting to be beaten, raped, or even shot.
But the footsteps paused. "Who's there?" Barked an ugly voice that I automatically assumed was coming from an 8-foot-tall bald Russian man with an eye-patch and a machete strapped to his belt. I really do spend too much time watching movies...
When no one answered him, the footsteps continued. Suddenly, though, I heard shouts coming from somewhere else, and a very familiar voice cried out, "Get away from my girlfriend!" These cries were followed by many moans and grunts. One thing, and only one thing, was clear to me: Harry was here to save me, and he had brought One Direction and 5 Seconds of Summer. I struggled to move over to watch. Currently, Liam and Ashton were holding the guy down, while Calum was on the phone, Michael and Luke were calling my name, trying to find me, and Zayn, Niall, and Louis were holding Harry down as he struggled against them, trying to get at the guy.
I tried to get up and tell them where I was, but when I tried to stand, my left ankle seared with pain and I fell to the ground again. I tried to call out to them, but when I tried to speak my throat hurt so badly that I felt tears in my eyes. Finally, I waved my arms around. Harry was the first to see me.
"ALY!" He shouted, his low voice cracking. He pulled away from the boys and came over to me. At first, he tried to help me stand, but, realizing this was a lost cause, he just picked me up and carried me bridal style across the cave. "I'm taking her outside," He said to the boys as we left. "Calum, did you call the police?"
Calum nodded. "They're on their way with an ambulance."
"Okay," Harry said. "Just hold him down 'till they get here, alright guys?" They all nodded in reply.
As we left I tried to whisper, "Thanks," but it hurt too much, so I just looked at Harry. He smiled down at me.
"It's good to see you again, babe," He said, kissing my forehead.
We waited outside for about 10 minutes before the authorities got there. Along with the police car and ambulance were 3 additional squad cars and a helicopter. I was loaded into an ambulance and the kidnapper, now with many bruises to match mine, was handcuffed and shoved into a cop car. The boys loaded into the other cop cars, but Harry came with me.
I looked up at him from the gurney, and, with an oxygen mask over my mouth and an IV pumping drugs into my body, for the first time in months, I felt completely safe.
I paced back and forth in the police headquarters. Millions of words floated through my head as a tried to get a grip on reality, but only three of them were clear: I can't help. This one sentence was driving me crazy. The love of my life had disappeared and I couldn't do anything. It still hadn't quite sunk in that she wasn't there; I kept on waiting for her to come back from a coffee run complaining about the fact that the police weren't doing anything, saying "I can't fucking believe it!" Over and over and over again.
In reality though, I was the one who couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe that I was here with Aly's family and Charlie, waiting to see if they had found the person we all cared the most about. We were all a wreck, especially Charlie.
I stopped pacing and went to sit to next to Charlie in a cold plastic chair. She was shaking quietly. I knew she blamed herself for what had happened. I didn't blame her, but I knew that if I ever met the person who had taken her from me, every punch I threw would be harder than the last. I knew that I wouldn't rest until he was dead. He had taken the one thing that meant the most to me, and I needed her back.
I looked over at Charlie again and realized she was crying. "It's not your fault," I said softly, putting my arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. I felt the need to make everything better for her, and suddenly a thought occurred to me. "It's my fault," I said quietly. "IT'S MY FUCKING FAULT!" I said, raising my voice, scaring several passing police officers. "I could have done more. If I had figured out how to keep her with me, she wouldn't have gone out of control. If I had just done something-" I broke off, not because I was angry, but because thick tears were sliding down my face. I wiped my eyes with my shirt and kept it there, I needed something to be close to me. "It's all my fault. I wasn't here and now she's gone," I whispered into my shirt.
I felt a tug on my shoulder and came out of the shirt. It was Charlie. She was looking up at me, the tears that had stained her cheeks only moments ago were gone. "NO." She said fiercely. "It's not your fault. It's not any of our faults." She looked across the room and I followed her gaze to Aly's family, who were huddled together, talking to the chief. Nick's eyes were bright red and her mom hadn't stopped crying since she had gotten there.
And in that moment, I realized just how lucky I was to be in Aly's life. And I realized that if I wanted to ever see her again, I would have to do something about it.
Aly's POV
I awoke in a dark cave. It was pitch black, with a slimy bottom and various dripping noises that were nearby. After taking in my surroundings, though I couldn't see much, I noticed that I was soaking wet, very cold, and in lots of pain. I tried to think back to the night at the club- completely puzzled as to what had happened. And then it came to me- the mysterious gun shot, screams, the harsh hands that had grabbed me and pushed me to the ground. But I couldn't remember anything else. The only hints I had were an incredibly sore pelvic area and intense pain around my neck. Ah yes, I thought. I've been kidnapped.
Suddenly I heard heavy footsteps approaching the cave. Fear started to crawl into me for the first time since I had woken up. This wasn't a movie- I wasn't going to be saved by Tom Cruise in a thrilling ending that the New York Times refers to as "the most exciting and tear-jerking ending conclusion since Titanic," or some shit. Though it would probably be tear-jerking... Anyway, if Leonardo hadn't gotten an Oscar, I certainly wasn't going to.
The footsteps, meanwhile, were getting louder. I braced myself, waiting to be beaten, raped, or even shot.
But the footsteps paused. "Who's there?" Barked an ugly voice that I automatically assumed was coming from an 8-foot-tall bald Russian man with an eye-patch and a machete strapped to his belt. I really do spend too much time watching movies...
When no one answered him, the footsteps continued. Suddenly, though, I heard shouts coming from somewhere else, and a very familiar voice cried out, "Get away from my girlfriend!" These cries were followed by many moans and grunts. One thing, and only one thing, was clear to me: Harry was here to save me, and he had brought One Direction and 5 Seconds of Summer. I struggled to move over to watch. Currently, Liam and Ashton were holding the guy down, while Calum was on the phone, Michael and Luke were calling my name, trying to find me, and Zayn, Niall, and Louis were holding Harry down as he struggled against them, trying to get at the guy.
I tried to get up and tell them where I was, but when I tried to stand, my left ankle seared with pain and I fell to the ground again. I tried to call out to them, but when I tried to speak my throat hurt so badly that I felt tears in my eyes. Finally, I waved my arms around. Harry was the first to see me.
"ALY!" He shouted, his low voice cracking. He pulled away from the boys and came over to me. At first, he tried to help me stand, but, realizing this was a lost cause, he just picked me up and carried me bridal style across the cave. "I'm taking her outside," He said to the boys as we left. "Calum, did you call the police?"
Calum nodded. "They're on their way with an ambulance."
"Okay," Harry said. "Just hold him down 'till they get here, alright guys?" They all nodded in reply.
As we left I tried to whisper, "Thanks," but it hurt too much, so I just looked at Harry. He smiled down at me.
"It's good to see you again, babe," He said, kissing my forehead.
We waited outside for about 10 minutes before the authorities got there. Along with the police car and ambulance were 3 additional squad cars and a helicopter. I was loaded into an ambulance and the kidnapper, now with many bruises to match mine, was handcuffed and shoved into a cop car. The boys loaded into the other cop cars, but Harry came with me.
I looked up at him from the gurney, and, with an oxygen mask over my mouth and an IV pumping drugs into my body, for the first time in months, I felt completely safe.
Notes
HIIIIIIIISorry it's been so long-- Im really just a bad person. Also high school is rlly stressful. Also I'm lazy.
SO this is just a general apology.
What do you guys think of the dramatic twist in plot? I know it was kind of sudden, but SOMETHING had to happen.
Anyways, THANKS FOR 4000 VIEWS. Also, don't forget to RATE, COMMENT, SUBSCRIBE, AND ALL THAT JAZZ I LOVE YOU BITCHES
11/2/13