Louis

I think I've earned the nickname as the least helpful human being alive. I just happened to remember when we were a couple of towns over that I had stuck a pair of sunglasses in my pockets that morning of the day Chloe and I were kidnapped. How I didn't think about them being there when we were looking for good disguises amongst everything we carried I have no idea. They would be the most helpful thing that I've done all day, if I offered them up, that's for sure.

When the other boys all let out sighs of annoyance, I quickly pulled the sunglasses out and widened my eyes. "I umm-I swear I didn't remember that these were there until now, but I just remembered that I grabbed these the other day. I thought it would be nice and warm and not, well you know, quite chilly out like it is."

I earned myself a few sets of apparent eye rolls. Hey it's not my fault that I totally forgot that I have my sunglasses with me! Well yeah, it is my fault, but hah no one needs to know that. It can just be my little secret that I keep inside of me for the rest of my life. Unless other people figured it out. Which they probably did, aha.

Anyways, a unanimous vote was to give Chloe the glasses. We can easily cover her up in clothes that 'The Vamps' have been carrying around with them. Since people around town: like the cops, her family, etc. for examples would recognize what she was wearing from before since it was still the same dress from that day, and give her the big sunglasses which would be able to cover up half of her face since she is quite small for her age.

So that's exactly what we did. We found a Wal-Mart store and hid out while Chloe went inside and bought enough sunglasses and hats for all of us to disguise ourselves and make it easier to walk around in a larger town without having to hide like we're on the run from the insane asylum or something.

She returned outside carrying everything and we all were about to quickly put them on before getting out of our hiding spots and walking again, but before we could get over to her, a guy wearing a really heavy red jacket and black ski glasses came over and blindfolded her, gagged her with a towel and dragged her over to a big black SUV.

I didn't know why we didn't just go the police station before instead of risking it and getting disguises! You'd think they could understand that I wouldn't have kidnapped Chloe, plus an entire band. That's absolutely stupid! I'd have no reason to do it. Neither would any of them for that matter, so they shouldn't be able to be put in jail either. Questioning I understand yes for all of us, but nothing other than that!

But no. We were so stupid and utterly fucked. I wonder if we'd be better off hiding? Or would we be better off summoning ourselves to this guy and be kidnapped again. It's just...bloody ridiculous. I'm so damn sick of this and wanting to go home! And by home I don't mean a hotel room, or London, or the flat that I share with Harry every once in a while, I mean Doncaster.

It might sound completely silly, but because I don't have a girlfriend at the moment I'd gladly go there and get cuddles from my mum or from my sisters. They'd at least have nice and warm arms and I wouldn't have to worry about freezing my ass off in this blustery cold Minnesota weather. I really miss them...

The other lads all widened their eyes when they'd seen what this man had done. And no, I'm not calling him B because this man is quite larger around the middle! I'm assuming B either has an accomplice or there's another dangerous person all together. The bad part is we know B is a weakling and that was proven by Chloe's actions earlier, but we have no idea what this man is capable of. He could actually be planning to kill her we don't know. That's why we absolutely need to get her away from him.

"Let's go!" I shouted to the lads, grabbing the suitcases that I'd been carrying earlier, running towards the road, and stepped directly in the line of where the SUV is going to hit if it continues to drive any further. I guess we are indeed risking our lives for this teenage girl, but I'm beyond caring. We all care about her now so there's no way we wouldn't do it. She's a great friend to us.

Bradley, Tristan, James, and Connor all spread out beside me on the road, quickly creating a bridge type thing across the busy highway. There's no way he could turn the wheels in time without hitting someone and any moment from now if he doesn't stop there's no doubt in my mind that he won't crash into a few of us. Definitely Brad, Tris and I since we are on the right side of the road.

I closed my eyes, pressing my knuckles slack against my sides as I gripped the bags and waited for either a sign that he's stopping or crashing into us. But there was absolutely nothing for a few moments. I heard the screech of tires and some really loud yelling that I couldn't decipher before the car was pulled into a dead halt about three inches in front of my face. Any closer and I wouldn't have lived to see another day.

The heavyweight man quickly got out of the car, making sure all of his doors were locked tightly shut before he walked over to us and crossed his arms over the front of his broad chest. "What the hell are you guys playing at? I'm trying to get to work here! So if you wouldn't mind, please get out of the road! This is a busy highway!"

Ah so he's playing the innocent card. I did notice that there were a couple of cars that were slowing down their pace, clearly hoping that we would stop being idiots and get out of the road. But we didn't bother moving, we held our stances and glared at the man.

"Move you prick." Connor spoke up in urgency and the most fury I've ever heard come from him. "We know you have our friend in our SUV and if you weren't crazy you wouldn't be wearing a ski mask when there is no snow! So do us a favor and go back to where you belong and let the girl go!"

"Oh I don't think so." The man furiously shook his head and tightly grabbed my arm. "You guys are coming with me. We need to talk to the boss."

The boss? What the hell was this man on about? B was the boss right? I mean he had to be. Unless there is a whole line of crazy psychos that have been trying to take Chloe away for some reason that none of us have any clue of. But I guess coming with him would be the easiest option. We can find out where they're taking Chloe and finally figure out a way to get all of us home and safely.

"Let's go." Brad spoke, clearly formulating similar ideas to me before we all nodded and grabbed the suitcases before willingly walking over to the SUV and slowly climbing into the back rows of seats. Here goes nothing. Seriously. We're fucked.

Ben

The fact that after I was forced to ditch the hockey practice that I really didn't want to go to, to go to a meeting in which the cops mentioned in front of the entire student body that I was questioned during school that day, made me really mad. Why did they have to bring up how I was questioned? In a way I suppose it could be saving my dignity because people won't be looking at me funny since I haven't been exactly 'looking' like I worried about where Chloe was.

Like I said before. It's my job to be strong. I can be completely panicked and freaking out inside, which I majorly am. But on the outside I needed to look strong and like I'm able to handle anything. It's not even easy let me tell you. Can I break down into tears? No. But I'd love to be able to. More than anything.

I spent the entire time once I was home thinking about Chloe. I thought about everything that happened before she was taken. It's like I had post traumatic stress disorder or something, that's how badly those events were bugging me even though I didn't get to witness the actual kidnapping. Thank god, but I probably do. Who even knows, it just hurts so much.

I'd like to be just planning on how I am going to ask her to prom, about how once the school year is over I was going to ask her to move in with me in an apartment, I just... This turn of events is the worse thing that's ever happened to any of us. Seriously why Chloe and why me and why Aimee and why the Martins and why this town?!

God my brain is looping or something. I feel like I need to go lie down before I pass out.

So that's what I did. I got up off the couch I was sitting on and thinking on and walked to my room, plopped down on my comfortable bed, and knocked out for a good twelve hours. Maybe even more than that.

Aimee

It was quickly approaching midnight and I hadn't gotten very far on my studying techniques. I had dozed off a couple times since I was overthinking myself and causing myself to be even more stressed out about the test and well basically everything else. The only conclusion I really formulated after all that time was that if things happen with Dallas I'll let things happen.

He's an amazing guy and I'm obviously not going to blow the opportunity if things happen to go well for us and we fall in love or whatever other cliche things that could happen between now and whenever. But on the other hand, if we don't and he ends up finding a different girl and I end up finding a different guy that'd be totally okay too. It's just how ever the cards happen to fall.

I decided to give up on my studying and I ran my fingers through my freshly knotted hair, sighing lightly at the tangled creation I'd created from sleeping wrong when I should've been studying. I gathered my books up into my arms, my pencils, and everything else I'd sat down on my bed and walked over to my backpack, shoveling everything into its proper location. After that I quickly changed clothes into a 'The Vamps' band tee and grey sweatpants. I figured this would be way more comfortable to sleep in then my previous attire.

Lifting up the sheets of my bed, I quickly climbed in, burying myself in a cocoon shaped within my blankets. I was nice and nestled in, ready to attempt to sleep the stress of the last few days off when there was a nails on the chalkboard type sound coming from my window. Now if you haven't heard a sound like that before, it's absolutely terrifying and annoying. If you've heard that, I feel bad for you.

It immediately caused me to jump out of bed, not wanting to alert the entire household of these sounds. I slid open the window, noticing the bright moon was beaming down right into my room. The sound immediately gave way once it was open and all I noticed was a dark SUV calmly parked in my driveway. It wasn't normally there, but for all I knew someone could have parked there instead of at my neighbors or something so I didn't really read into it all that much.

I think that was my first mistake. Or maybe that was my second. The first was probably even bothering to open up my window.

I was abruptly spun on my heels and tossed just like a rag doll, out the window and down the side of my house. Strong arms picked me up and slapped my cheeks hard before tossing me into the back of that black SUV that I had mentioned earlier. The person quickly shut my door before speeding off into the night.

It doesn't make sense why that person did not bother to blindfold me or anything! Is he an idiot? I could see exactly where he was taking me. Granted he has a ski mask on his face and plus because I'm out in the country it was almost impossible to see him. I'm sure he was the person that kidnapped Chloe, be it Louis or someone else and I'm sure we weren't his first and we wouldn't be his last victims.

I don't feel as if I have anyone out to get me, so I don't understand who would've kidnapped me!!

I fidgeted restlessly in the seat, knowing I wasn't bound in or anything and started pounding on the windows and everything else around me in a desperate attempt to break a window and get out or something. The doors were padlocked shut and I did not have the lock so it was hopeless to just open the door like you would on an ordinary car.

"Stop with the ruckus back there!" The man growled, sounding very annoyed and that is the point where I finally came to my senses and looked around me.

I was in the very back row of three rows of seating. The first row had two seats, one of which the kidnapper was sitting in, and the other of which was left empty. He also had a black sheet type thing that looked like it was made of metal or something of that sort so it would be complicated to just hit him and escape with the car. The middle row had three seats, all of which were occupied and then the back had three seats as well of which I obviously occupied one and the two others were occupied by other people.

It was basically next to impossible to see anyone else's faces with how dark it is outside, but I definitely am assuming that it's all people that this man has kidnapped as well. The people were all mumbling softly and sounding like they trying to come up with an escape plan when I felt a warm hand gently and soothingly touch my arm.

"Are you Aimee?" The voice which didn't sound necessarily low, but also didn't sound necessarily high asked me in a hushed, rather soft tone. It was definitely a guy's voice, but it wasn't one that I recognized commonly. It didn't sound like anyone from my school because it's British and it also did not sound like Louis who was obviously blamed for kidnapping Chloe. I'm doubting Louis is the problem more and more anyway because the guy that said to stop with the ruckus is clearly american.

"It depends who is asking." I nibbled down hard on my lower lip, wanting to protect my dignity that I still have left before I bother telling anyone even one fact about myself.

"I'm Brad." The voice continued to speak softly and let out a deep sigh. "Please don't fangirl on me if you know who I am. I'm Brad Simpson, the lead singer of a band called The Vamps." As soon he was done speaking, my eyes completely widened in part excitement, part embarrassment, part worry and just part astonishment. I was currently wearing a t-shirt with the faces of him and all his bandmates on it. To say I was deeply embarrassed would be a complete understatement. At least it's too dark to notice that right now.

"It's-it's a pleasure to meet you." I stuttered out in my embarrassment, my cheeks flaming a dark shade of red which luckily no one else could see. "But u-umm yeah. I'm A-Aimee." I nodded my head as I spoke back quietly and took my bottom lip in between my teeth when I was finished.

I was slightly annoyed with him for already assuming I'd be one of the crazy fans that would scream and shout his name all over him. I guess I'd get that impression too if I was crying for help and beating the crap out of windows before we ever met. But my annoyed state faded slightly when I thought about the important question that I really needed to ask him. "You don't happen to have my best friend with you, do you? Her name is Chloe. We've been searching for her for a couple days now, I just...I'm worried she's dead or something now I just-"

Before I could continue to ramble any further, Brad gently squeezed my wrist. "Shhh Aimee. She's here and she's fine. She's in the front napping. We've hardly gotten any sleep over the past few days so when it's a bit brighter you guys can both talk and help us escape from this death trap."

I nodded my head reluctantly and pressed my head tiredly against the back of the cold seat. I knew I'd be getting absolutely no sleep this night and I have no clue how Chloe is even managing it. Though I suppose it is very possible that the entire time that she's been gone that she's gotten none whatsoever so when she was kidnapped she totally zonked out. Have they even been in here this whole time? That's my biggest question right now. I mean I haven't heard anything about Brad going missing or really any other people other than Chloe and Louis but 'The Vamps' aren't as big of a band as 'One Direction' is either, and they're not quite local like Chloe is, so I don't know... It's odd.

"Are you guys okay?" I asked next, rubbing my fingers over the center of my forehead. "Like you guys don't have any serious injuries or anything do you?"

"We're okay." Bradley spoke gently as finally he let go of my arm, resting it in his lap or somewhere else that I couldn't see for the moment. "I think Chloe and Louis may have gotten a few scratches and maybe bumps and bruises and James, Connor, Tristan and myself are unharmed whatsoever. We just are really tired and want to go back home. But for now we're okay yeah, love. How about you?"

"I'm good. Just basically thrown out of my window when I was about to go to bed, but otherwise so grand!" I spoke part sarcastically as I continued to rub my fingers on my forehead. It was really starting to bug me and I didn't know why. I guess I did lightly hit it on the side of the house when I was going down the side, but not that bad. I probably shouldn't think about this anyway. I should think about how we are going to escape and then go to the police immediately.

There was a mutual silence that came over everyone that was in the car. I still had a hard time wrapping my mind around the fact that I was trapped in a kidnapper's car with my best friend, my favorite human being Louis Tomlinson and the entirety of 'The Vamps'. Normally I've only seen this sort of thing in silly fanfictions never ever in my real life. And normally if it was in fanfiction I think it would be one of the boys doing the kidnappings then Stockholm Syndrome and then happily ever after. Well that's obviously not the case whatsoever. That's the silliest thing I've ever heard right now.

The silence was broken just about when I was going to drift off in my own LaLa land of sleep. There was thunder and flashes of lightning that lit up the whole car enough for me to able to glance and see that Bradley's eyes were wide from the noises and he peered over at me and then every one else in worry. I guess that's kind of surprising because I thought Bradley would be more of the carefree one and not so much the worrier. I guess not everything you read is true.

There was another really loud crack of lightning, causing me to jump in my seat and screech out in fear before quickly maneuvering over the row of seats, almost kicking Louis and Tristan in the face, to where Chloe was sitting in the second row, now awake as well do to my moving around and I wrapped my arms around her in a friendly cuddle. Wouldn't be the first time I was scared of the storm and needed my best friend's arms to hide out in. It'd be better than jumping in Brad's arms who was the closest. After all I hardly know him at all so I think I might scare him away.

I shuddered as she wrapped her arms back around me and squeezed me tightly. I was literally shaking as we continued to move quickly down the road. I really hope that we are done driving soon. I don't like being out in storms. They're really, really scary. More of the proof why I won't ever be a meteorology major, haha. I'd die before I did that.

Breathing heavily I shut my eyes very tightly as I clung for dear life to Chloe. In fact that's the last thing I remember really before blacking out. Or maybe the last thing I truly remember is after that, the shill and terrifying screams of all the boys around me before the car went diving front headlights first directly into the ditch on the right side of the road.

A/N: I know the Ben POV wasn't really necessary but I felt like adding it because I hadn't written much about how he was coping lately. There may be a bit more of him in the future, or none at all as far as point of views, I'm not really sure quite yet. Anyways, I'm sorry for the long time in between updating! I've had no motivation to write along with plenty other reasons. But hopefully I'll update again sometime fairly soon. Please vote and comment your thoughts on this chapter! :) I love you guys. -Elizabeth(: