Harry Styles Imagine~ The Kidnapping Part 2
I don't know how longs it's been. I've been sitting in the same possition for what seems like forever, thinking logically it's probably been about a day. I haven't had any food. Before the man left he beat me again. All I want is Harry, I just want Harry to come and rescue me. The man told Harry not to phone the police, but I know him to well. Harry would have everyone in the world out looking for me if he could. I miss Harry. I love Harry.
I sit looking at the wall. I've been looking at the wall for hours. I hear the door creek open and the man walks in, I look up.
'I phones your precious boyfriend'
'Please just let me go' I beg, I've done a lot of thinking whilst I've been tied to this chair and I've decided not to show weakness. I'll probably be killed if I do. The man walks up to me and takes my chin in his hand. I'm so scared. He hits me. He hits me again and again after that. He keeps hitting me. Harry where are you?
*HARRYS POV*
Of course the first thing I did after I received that phone call was phone the police. Kimberley's in danger and I wouldn't never be able to forgive myself if anything happened to her. The police are in our house, taking hairs out of her brush, putting bugs in our phone, stuff like that. To be honest in paying not attention, I'm just sitting at our kitchen table with my head in my hands crying. I had phoned the boys and told them what ha happened. Liam had come over. The police had told me if the kidnapper phones again, which he said he would, I would have to answer the phone and be strong, show no weakness which is hard and do exactly what he says. I lift my head up and watch all the police officers buisy themselves, tearing my house and my heat apart. Liam just sits rubbing my back. The phone rings, everyone freezes and looks at me.
'Hello...'
