STYLES in Disguise *slow editing*

CHAPTER 12: Poor Louis!

"Please don't hurt us. Please." I tried to beg them not to shoot us.

I have some dreams in my life so I wouldn't wish to die now.

"I'll give you money, as many as you want. Just don't kill us." Louis said. His voice was shaking.

We were still holding our hands up that time.

Where are the police? They are supposedly here.

"C'mon Missy." The tall hostage taker grabbed my hand.

"Let me go! Let me go!" I refused to come and wanted to get off his grip. It hurts you know.

"Let her go man." Louis sassed. He shoved his fist to the guy (the other hostage taker) in front of him and knocked him down.

Go Louis!!!

But the guy holding me, shoot him at his shoulder. It made me flinched and frozen.

Louis fell down the floor while holding his wound.

I let go of the grip and ran towards Louis who was in pain.

"Are you alright?" checking on his wound.

"Do I look like one?" he sassed.

"Do you have any handkerchief or what?" I nervously asked him because his wound was bleeding.

"Yeah. In my pocket."

I wrapped his handkerchief around the wound preventing it to bleed.

I helped Louis to rest his back against the wall. Louis stopped moving as his eyes widened. I turned around.

The man grabbed my arm again, but when I refused at the second time, he slapped my face, and I felt my cheeks burn.

"Let me go, you asshole!!!" I shouted at his face.

"Shut up! If you want to stay alive."

"Hold it right there Mr." a deep voice said.

We turned around while the man's hand, holding my body and the other one was holding the gun pointed at my head.

"Harry?" I cried.

"Not so fast." The man said evilly.

"Let her go. Let my sister go." Another voice commanded.

I looked passed Harry's shoulder, revealing Zayn.

Harry and Zayn were both holding guns pointed to the man whose holding me.