Chloe

My jaw literally opened wide at that point and I gaped at the boy, wincing when I moved my hands just the slightest within my seat to pinch myself to see if I was dreaming. Nope no way. It really hurt, so it was clearly reality. Sitting just across from me, tied up in his own ropes and restraints was the one and only Louis Tomlinson from my best friend Aimee's favorite boyband One Direction.

"Please tell me you're not going to freak out." Louis spoke up quietly, his face showing anxiety as he peered curiously at me. "I think I already get enough of that day to day and I don't know about you, but I just wanna get the hell out if this hell hole and back to my bandmates and back to our world tour and interviews."

I continued to gape widely at him, still not really absorbing all the words that he was saying to me and put my hand on my jaw, closing my mouth from my embarrassment. I shook it off before speaking back in my own quiet tone. "I'm sorry, but no. No I won't freak out either. The only freaking out I would do is the same kind of freaking out you're doing right now. Do you know anything that happened leading to us getting here?"

Louis frowned, wincing a bit as the close proximity of the seats rubbed against his neck. But then he bit down on his bottom lip and stared at me for a few minutes, looking like he was considering through his thoughts. "Now that I think about it, yes. Yes I do. I was just about to exit Starbucks and then I heard a girl, must have been you, screaming for help and kicking her legs wildly. There was a guy too, but I didn't see his face I just know that he was more of a muscular build and a bit taller than myself. You were being shoved inside a car, but then the guy noticed me and quickly walked over, clearly recognizing me, and blindfolded me before putting me in the car too. It could've been my car for all I know. I don't exactly remember that bit."

"How'd you not see his face?" I whispered, feeling a bit angry at him. If he would've seen his face maybe we would be able to concentrate on getting out of here and actually reporting the guy!

"I was distracted." He sighed, looking down at his rope restraints. "I was about to pick up my phone and call the police and by then it was too late because the guy took my phone and tied me in here. So no luck."

I nodded my head and ducked low so the kidnapper had no chance of seeing me in action, before I reached across and used my fingers to begin untying Louis' ropes. His seemed to be even tighter than mine, but I assumed the kidnapper figured that since Louis is a guy it'd be easier for him to get out so he made his restraints tighter. I think the kidnapper was wrong. I think I'm better at getting out then Louis is. He seems kinda weak for a guy if you ask me. Sure, Aimee would kill me if she heard me say that but it's true.

I managed to pull his ropes a bit looser before I mumbled some quiet words to him. "Don't you have any strength at all? You're a man, I'm sure you can pull on the ropes a bit yourself!"

He rolled his eyes at me and let out a quite dramatic sigh. "Miss, I am a singer. A pop star in fact. I'm not a bodybuilder and my only form of working out includes going to the gym whenever my dietician asks me too, our so called dance moves on the stage when we're performing and a regular amount of sex. Now I don't know about you, but none of those activities seem exactly strenuous enough to be able to magically pull through ropes. I'm not exactly at the perfect angle to yank through them. That's why it's wonderful you're here."

"Ah so it's not just my company." I lightly laughed, trying to ignore his comment about often having sex. Good for him! He's twenty two years old and he can do well... that all he wants. Just because I'm seventeen doesn't mean I've done it or haven't, it just doesn't matter all that much at all to me. So whatever. I can get more gossip for Aimee, I mean she'll want to know everything anyways when I'm out of here. Like she'd say it's Louis Freaking Tomlinson! Ha.

"Can't say I mind it though, love." He shrugged his shoulders, trying to bend his arms around to make it easier for my fingers to unbend the ropes apart. "Besides what's your name? We might as well get aquatinted since we'll be spending some time together."

I frowned and finally undid his ropes, perching myself back up in my normal position, peering out the window and trying to figure out our location before I spoke to him using a quiet tone. "I'm Chloe. Chloe Martin. And you don't need to introduce yourself to me. You're Louis Tomlinson. The entire world apart from maybe some one hundred year olds or babies know who you are. I like to hang out with my boyfriend Ben at Starbucks, eat frozen yogurt, watch Glee and Supernatural, and play basketball in my spare time. And yeah. That's basically me."

Louis gaped at me in surprise. I don't think he was expecting my entire life story within a minute. I think he just wanted my name and that was all. But he's famous and he thinks he's a big hot shot so I gave him some of my own attitude, simple as that. Maybe he'll give some of it back to me. Who knows.

"I am not that simple." He frowned deeply at me and shook his head back and forth several times. "Yeah my name is Louis Tomlinson and yeah I just happen to be in a band that is doing well, but I promise you that you haven't got me figured out. Like I bet you didn't know that I play football or well soccer to you Minnesotans?"

I thought about all the facts I knew about Louis and let out a yawn. Aimee has like a bazillion pictures of Louis and his bandmates in her locker, but I'm not sure if any had him playing soccer in it or not. There were singing ones, older looking ones where he was wearing stripes and ones where he was standing with younger looking girls presumably either fans or family. But I don't know. So.

"I don't know." I shrugged my shoulders, providing him with the truth and closed my eyes against the seat. "And for now I don't really wanna think about it. Any logical ideas on how to get out of this car?"

"Oh that's easy." He wore a smirk across his, well I must admit, not to him of course because he already has a big enough ego I'm sure, but to myself, attractive features. "We find our phones, unlock the doors and run like hell."

"Easier said then done." I mumbled almost silently. Our phones could be anywhere. I'm sure the kidnapper has them on high guard and I'm sure he was smart enough to lock the doors. I think we should honestly forget about our phones all together and just get out of here. I care more about myself and I hate to say it, Louis, then I do our phones. Besides, Aimee and half the world would absolutely kill me if anything even slightly bad, like a scratch happened to Louis' face.

"I'll search for an unlock panel and you search for our phones since you're the one that thinks we need them." I spoke quietly but firmly and insistently to him, narrowing my eyes as I considered where it could be within the tight spaces of this car without the kidnapper noticing or steering off the road into the ditch and killing all three of us in a matter of seconds.

He nodded his head and we both begin our crawls and searches for the items we were looking for.

Aimee

After a while spent over with Chloe's family I ended up going home and spending the rest of the night with my own. My mother and I came to the conclusion that the police station knew what they were doing and they'd find Chloe before any of the rest of us even had a chance to. If they needed our help with anything they would call and then we could make arrangements to come down to the police station or really whatever was needed.

I was sitting within my room, flipping through the pages of my Biology textbook and trying to study for a test that was coming up in a couple of days when my cell phone started buzzing several times, informing me that I had new text messages that just came through. I slid on my phone, using my passcode and saw that one was from the school, informing us that even though there is an Amber Alert out for a student, classes would be continuing on like usual tomorrow, but everyone's thoughts would still be with Chloe. Well typical. Of course they weren't gonna cancel school for that.

The other text I'd received was from Chloe's brother Dallas. He asked if he could come over to my house for a bit because he wanted to talk to me. He insisted it couldn't wait until tomorrow and it was kind of Chloe related. I texted him back in agreement and sighed, readjusting myself upright on my bed and closing my Bio book. Oh well. I knew I was not in the right mindset to actually comprehend anything for this test, so maybe later.

I stood up and put on a hoodie and a different pair of jeans that would be more appropriate for when Dallas came over. I don't wanna be wearing just a camisole and a pair of short shorts like I was before. That would probably give him the wrong idea. And please no. I don't need that right now.

It wasn't very long at all until there was a loud tapping at my window and I walked over, noticing Dallas was stood there in all his Martin glory, waving shyly at me.

I let out a deep sigh and propped my window open, leaving enough space for him to swing up through or however else he planned on getting himself up into my room. Which in essence was basically what he did. He planted his hands on the top of the railing and boosted himself up until all of him was in my room safely.

Dallas stood up and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a firm hug. I ended up giving in because I figured he was going through just as rough of a time as me right now, if not worse so I should probably be nice to him. Plus I have nothing against him in the first place, and he's pretty dang hot if I do say so myself.

We both slowly eased out of the hug and walked over to my bed, plopping down on top of my duvet.

"So what's up?" I shot him a soft smile in curiosity as he nibbled on his bottom lip before speaking up.

"I might have an idea to find Chloe. I mean the fans always seem to know where Louis Tomlinson and the rest of One Direction are right? What if we used one of their pathetic fan apps and see if we pick up anything? Don't they have some silly way where they track the guys' phones and always know where they are. I mean maybe it wouldn't work, but I just thought maybe..." He trailed off and I instantly shook my head in rejection.

"Normally I'd say that's a good idea, but no. Not this time. The police would've already looked there. They are smart and that is the first thing they would do. So how about we try to figure out something else. Like I got it. How about Ben? Who has heard from Chloe's boyfriend since anything had happened? I know I haven't heard a peep about him other then the bit we talked about him." I widened my eyes in thought and frowned. It was really weird. Like he never called me or Chloe's family at all if seemed. Wouldn't he have been worried sick about his girlfriend if he truly loved her? It just seems really, really fishy to me and I think we need to dive in more on this. Maybe we could even get more dirt than the cops could.

I mean seriously I'm highly doubting that Louis Tomlinson kidnapped my best friend. Wrong place, at the wrong time. That's all that makes sense and I know all the other boys from his band are worried crazy about him. Every single one of them had put tweets up on Twitter saying 'if you see any signs of Louis, please do not be afraid to call the police department. We are very worried for him at this time.'

But anyways, it's time to figure out where Ben is and why he hasn't reacted or called or well... anything up to this point.

A/N: this is shitty in my opinion and kinda short, but well. I wrote it within about an hour or two on a Sunday night during the school year so what do you expect. I'm a senior this year, therefore limiting my time to write. So far I'd count on an update every week or so. Hopefully, but we'll see what I manage to get out. Sorry for the wait and I hope this is worth it :( x