Hideaway [h.s]

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It was the thought of never seeing Harry again to the unknown of what was going to happen to me next. I didn't know what scared me more.

This man, this evil unknown man, has managed to crash into our car and knock both Louis and Harry out to capture me. Was this a grande scheme? Or did he just accidentally hit us and decide that he mind as well kidnap a girl.

My survival instincts start to kick in and I start licking my lips obsessively to loosen the tape on my mouth while wiggling my ankles a bit under the seat. He kept looking back at me through the rear view every minute or so. My heart was racing, knowing that if he catches me trying to take off these restraints then I don't know what will happen- but I need to try.

The tape around my ankles wasn't to firm, and it made me slowly start to loosen the stickiness around them. I was trying to be so quiet that he wouldn't hear the tap ripping off my skin. I brought my hands down to my feet slowly. I used my very shaky finger tips to grasp the edge of the tape to slowly rip it off- still licking around my mouth to slowly loosen the tape.

I don't know what the plan is, I can't just unlock this door and run. So I have to wait for him to open the door for me, but I have no idea where he's taking me. Tears were still streaming down my face but I needed to act fast and be ready for what ever was coming.

We have been driving for what feels like ten years, but I know it wasn't even ten minutes.

I can't stop thinking about Harry and Louis in that car- they were knocked out cold and I have no idea how bad their hurt. What if their dead? The mere thought of that just makes my throat dry and my stomach tense. They can't be dead- they can't. My chest rose and crashed in anxiety, my head pounding and my body actually uncontrollably shaking. The tears were showering down my cheeks with no intentions of stopping, but I hoped they were at least wetting the sticky tape over my mouth.

I start to move my hands in various directions to loosen the tougher tape around them, but it was way too difficult. He tightened them hard but it didn't stop me from trying- after all, trying was all I had left.

My heart was racing as I pleaded to myself to get these restraints off my wrist. The sounds of my breaking heart from Harry's knocked out state was the only thing my mind. But no matter what, he would want me to fight and try to get out of this.

He would want me to be strong.

The sound of another engine was quiet but loud enough to make me turn my head to the back window. I widened my eyes at the sight, my stomach jolting.

A sight I thought I'd never see, Harry, crawling out the sunroof of his car and standing on top of it as Louis drives.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw him, it was like the heavens answered my prayers because not only was he going to get me out of this, but he was alive. It didn't stop the fact that I was nervous as hell that he was standing on top of a moving vehicle in my captives blind spot.

I look forward to the blonde man and realize that he doesn't even notice Louis and Harry approaching in the apposing lane- they were right covered by his blind spot.

I turn my head back to see Harry again. His temple was bleeding and his lip was cut- but he was keeping amazing balance on this moving vehicle. Apart of me was very nervous to not know what he was going to do next though. The wind blew rapidly in his face as he stood on the top of his car with his knees slightly bent.