7.

~ H a r r y ~

As I waited for Amelia to finish her shower I decided to to watch some TV. I jumped onto the sofa, putting my feet up on the coffee table in front of me and turned it the television. I started looking through the channels when something caught my attention. I placed my feet down and leaned forwards, listening to the lady on the news channel. No.

"A girl has gone missing for the past five days. Her family is very concerned about her as there has been no sight of her. " Could she be talking about Amelia? Fuck that's not good. I turned up the volume so I could hear better and concentrated on what the woman was saying." Her family has informed the police, who are now trying to find her. The missing girl's name is Amelia Collins. She's a young girl around 19 years old with long black hair and light blue eyes. The day she disappeared, she was allegedly wearing a pink t-shirt and black skinny jeans. If you have seen a girl that matches this description, please contact with us by calling the following number..."

    ~ A m e l i a ~

When I finished my shower, I wrapped the towel around me and stepped out of the bathtub, being careful not to slip and fall. I tiptoed to the counter where I had placed the clothes and unwrapped the towel, throwing it onto the floor.

I looked at the clothes Harry gave me and I was grateful that he had given me also a pair of boxers. I wouldn't feel comfortable to wear only his sweatpants. I slipped into them, then put on the grey sweatpants, which were a bit big for me, due to my petite frame. I put the bra that I was wearing back on and the t-shirt Harry gave me. It was oversized for me and it reached my knees, but it was better than my ripped one. I slowly walked towards the door and placed my hand on the doorknob, turning it and opening the door.

I heard some noise coming from the TV and walked to the living room to find Harry sitting on the sofa, listening at the news. But as soon as he saw me, he turned the TV off. He stood up and looked at the time on his phone.

"Alright, go to your room now." he said in a harsh tone, completely different from earlier.

I didn't disobey. I did what he said without thinking twice, so I made my way back to the room I stayed. I sat on the edge of the bed, playing with the hem of my-- his-- t-shirt and remained silent. After a while, Harry came in and placed a plate with food and a glass of water on the bed stand near the bed. He looked at me and then walked towards the door without saying anything. I was happy with that. I didn't want to talk to him anyways.

"Eat your food." he said just before he closed the door. 

Then I heard the sound of the keys, which meant that he locked me in.

 ~ H a r r y ~

I took my black leather jacket which was lying on the sofa and slipped into my shoes. I left some food and water for Amelia so she'd be fine for the time that I'd be gone.

I got out of the house and made sure to lock it afterwards. I went where I had parked my car and looked around me to see if anyone was near me. After what I saw on TV, I wasn't sure if this was the right place to hide her anymore. What if they find her? I ignored my thoughts, got inside the car and then drove away. When I was near my destination, my phone started ringing and I took it in my hand to see the caller ID. When I saw who it was, I answered it.

"What do you want again Louis?" I asked, feeling rather annoyed. I told him I would be there, couldn't he just wait? "I here, I'm outside." I informed him and then hung up. I parked my car outside the old warehouse and then got out of it. The cold air hit my body, making me shiver, and I wrapped my jacket tighter around me. I made my way there and loudly knocked on the door  so they could hear me.

"Say name." the voice behind the door ordered.

"Styles. Harry Styles." I said and waited a bit for the door to open. 

When it did, I looked around me to see if anyone was by and then stepped inside.

"Look who finally decided to join us." Louis said, standing in front of me with his arms crossed and an angry expression on his face. Here we go.

"Oh come on now, Louis. Don't act like that. I'm here." I said. 

He walked away, without saying anything else, making his way to where the others were. I took off my jacket and followed him. To be honest since the day that I took Amelia with me, I hadn't come here and I was sure some of the others would also be angry just like Louis.

I walked inside the room which was filled with smoke and smelled awful, and all eyes turned to me. The men who were playing cards and smoking weed stopped what they were doing, threw the cards on the table and the others ones looked at me intensely. Leonard, who was considered our leader, stood up slowly with an evil smirk playing on his wrinkled old face. He started walking towards me and when he was in front of me, stopped.

"Long time no see, Styles." he said with his deep, raspy voice.

"I was busy." I replied trying to sound cool like I didn't care much. I didn't want to give him the pleasure to see me scared, like the others. Everyone was afraid of him or, should I say, his past. He was a drug dealer and had also killed more than 20 people in his life. The police caught him three years ago, but he escaped and had been hiding here since then.

"You know, Harry, that you are one of my favourite men in here. But I see that you're not taking this seriously." he said, keeping his tone low. At that point, everyone now was around us, looking at us and waiting for what was going to happen next. Don't they have anything better to do?

"You're wrong!" I objected, pointing my finger to him.

"Ok, then where is my money?" he asked, raising one of his eyebrows. 

Fuck.

"I don't have it." I said and everyone around us started laughing.

"Shut the fuck up!" he yelled, and they all stopped immediately, too afraid to disobey his orders. They were all weak bastards.

"What do you mean you don't have it? You were supposed to bring me the money that man owed me." he said, raising his voice, obviously getting angry.

"He is dead and I don't have the money." I said. 

He started laughing sarcastically. Then he raised his hand in the air and his fist came in contact with my cheek, making my head turn to the side.

"Next time, remember to do what I ordered you to do." he yelled in my face and I kept my eyes down.

"You should be thankful to me, Harry. I was the one who took you from the streets where you lived and made you who you are now. Never forget that. Remember, next time you don't do what I tell you to do, you will be dead." he said. 

With that he turned around and sat back on his chair. Zayn and Louis approached me, looking concerned. Louis was still angry with me and I didn't know why.

"What has happened, Harry?" Louis asked me, narrowing his eyes at me.

"Nothing." I simply replied. I couldn't tell them about Amelia. They would want me to kill her afterwards and I didn't want to do that. It wasn't that I cared about that girl or anything. I just didn't want to. She was an innocent.

"I know that you are keeping something from us, but don't let that ruin our plan. We are talking about a lot of money, Harry." he reminded me and I nodded my head. A lot.

"Right. Then let's go with the others and get this plan started." Zayn said and patted me on the back.

   ~ A  m e l i a ~

When I finished eating the food Harry gave me, I walked to the small window in the room, which was closed. I placed my hands on it and started staring outside. It was full moon out today. The sky was so clean and it had that beautiful, dark blue colour, and the stars were shining through the dark.

I remembered when I was little, me and dad would go outside to the garden and lie down on the grass, looking at the stars. He would tell me everything he knew about them. 

As this memory came back to my mind warm tears fell from my eyes. It seemed that the only thing I did lately was cry, but that was the only way to release everything I was holding inside. I was a weak person and I knew it.  Just the thought of not being able to see the only two people that I had left and loved made me even more scared.

I went near the door and tried to open it, even though I knew it was locked from outside. I was feeling desperate. I couldn't stand staying there for any longer. I turned around with my back on the door and slowly slid down as more tears fell down my face.

I was scared and I was feeling horrible, just like when I was afraid to go to sleep because of the dark and my dad would come inside my room and sit on my bed. He would start singing me a song with his sweet, beautiful voice, and I would fall asleep in his arms. But the only difference was that my dad wasn't here. I was all alone. I pressed my head back onto the door and started singing one of the songs that he used to sing me.

"Goodnight my angel, time to close your eyes
And save these questions for another day
I think I know what you've been asking me
I think you know what I've been trying to say"