The Kidnapper

I can't believe that those idiots escaped from me! I had them so tight within my grasp and blindfolded and tied up so well in my car there is no way that either of them should've escaped. Their phones are still locked in the glove compartment and we're in the midst of a really small town right now. I guess those are the only benefits that I've got.

I know exactly the town where I dropped them off and I also realized that it's really really late. Everything got delayed with me driving down south past the Iowa border and then up to the north east where I went in the Wisconsin border with the hope that if Louis and Chloe realized anything it would throw them off and they wouldn't know where we are. But now we are back in Minnesota and only a couple of hours away from our home.

I knew that the police department would be looking for the kidnapper so I hid Louis' obvious car in a parking garage of that small town before walking a couple of miles until I entered a larger town. From there I took a taxi ride all the way back home so I could make it home in time to grab all my items for school tomorrow and freshen up a bit so it wouldn't be so noticeable that I was the one that left with those two.

When I walked through the door of my home at six o'clock in the morning my mother was already up and she was fixing scrambled eggs for herself, my dad and my younger sister Regina. She heard the door pop open and turned around from her actions, shooting a deep scowl in my direction before continuing.

"Hiiii mother." I chuckled as I rubbed against my sleep deprived eyes to try to get the dreariness out of them and let a yawn escape my lips. "You have a good night?"

She opened up the cupboard door before taking out four plates and shook her head back and forth a couple of times. "Nope. Not really. I've been worried about you, plus the fact that this girl in your class Chloe Martin has gone missing along with some celebrity Louis Tomlinson. I believe he's from some boyband that goes by the name One Direction or something like that?"

"Oh him." I laughed, pretending to be oblivious as I lifted up my heavy over the shoulder backpack from the carpeted floor. "Is that the curly headed one? Or maybe the Irish one?"

"I haven't a clue. They said he has brown hair, so that could be any of them?"

I nodded my head and shrugged my shoulders carelessly as I dragged a permission slip out of my backpack. Oh yeah, that's right, a permission slip. I am a senior in high school and eighteen years old and yet they expect me to get my parents to sign my life away basically. This particular occasion was for a science museum of some sort up in Minneapolis.

Once my mom had our breakfast of eggs and surprisingly, my favorite, bacon on the plates I handed her the small white sheet of paper to which she read it over before grabbing a blue ink pen and indeed signed it.

"There you are, now please go and wake up your sister."

I laughed lightly, before thanking my mom and kissing her cheek. Then I nodded and walked up the stairs so I could fetch my good for nothing little sister. She better not make me late for school this morning, especially because I'm tired and because of all the crap I did last night and earlier this morning, that is final.

Chloe

Instead of panicking, which is what my seventeen year old, still completely immature self wanted to do more than anything, I decided to be mature for once and stand up to my feet before running quickly up the stairs. I almost tripped on the landing, but I was panicking so I managed to grip the railing before I walked forward a few feet and knocked frantically on the door that I knew Bradley was in.

The tune of "Cause it's too cold...for you here..." was brought to an abrupt stop before I heard a loud sigh and a march of feet. A few seconds later Brad opened the door and arched an eyebrow and widened his big brown eyes at me in curiosity. "Yes Chloe?"

"I umm..." I blushed for a split second because due to my almost trip on the landing earlier I totally forgot what it was that I needed to say. "Oh right. So you better come downstairs. Like right now. You can finish recording your cover later."

"Okayyy..." He frowned slightly at me before nodding his head and popping back into his room for a minute to shut his laptop and turn his speaker and recording system off. He then came back out of the room and ran a anxious hand through his curls as he peered at me. "What's going on? This have better been an emergency or I'm not going to be a very happy camper."

"The thing is, we don't know for sure. Someone is knocking on the door and obviously Louis and I shouldn't be seen right now otherwise you guys will get in trouble and Connor is using the bathroom so I thought maybe I should come to you?" I blabbered out my words and frowned before looking down at the carpet. I mean that's what I should've done right? I mean I suppose I could've knocked on the door and told Connor to hurry the hell up with his business, but that'd be rude so I don't even know.

Brad widened his eyes even more before nodding his head. "Good, good. You and Louis need to go into my room right now so go, go, go, go!"

I almost had to burst out laughing at his orders because he normally didn't look like the type that would do that. He is even shorter than Louis and Louis only staggers at a height of five foot nine. I'd say Bradley is at like five foot seven, maybe? Plus still older than me, yet younger than Louis as well. But now isn't the time for thinking about such silly things.

Walking over to the couch, I yanked on Louis' arm and gestured for him to go with me up the stairs and immediately he started nodding his head when we heard the knocks increase in volume by about three decibels. We ran up the stairs, this time with me making sure that I wasn't going to trip and fall and climbed into Brad's room.

There was an old ventilator towards the outside of his room so we both maneuvered over there so maybe the pair of us had a chance to figure out what was exactly going on.

I managed to hear a bunch of mumbles before there was a loud creak which I guess could have easily been the door. Then there was even more creaks and a bunch of incessant mumbling between two people. One of which was clearly Brad, and the other of whom I couldn't simply identify yet.

Louis almost got in my way since he was trying to hear too, so he accidentally pushed me and I almost went stumbling to my feet again before I lightly pushed him and shoved my ear up against the center of the ventilator.

This is all the mumbling that I was able to catch.

'Brad! What took you so damn long to open the door? Here I thought maybe a blizzard came through and it's not even time for those yet.'

'Yeah well I'm sorry we had some unexpected business to attend to, plus it's not exactly maneuvering time. It's like, what? Three, four in the morning?'

'Business? What do you mean? Management wasn't getting on your case again were they?'

'Naaa I mean people. You can meet them in the morning, mate.'

'Alright well sounds serious.'

Then I heard the unfamiliar voice laugh a bit before more creaking sounds and the scuffling of shoes against wood flooring? Then Brad and the mysterious guy must have left the area of hearing, either that or just stopped talking all together because we couldn't make out anything else. I figured though that everything would be safe because there was no yelling going on of any kind, so I ran my fingers through my now knotted-hair before walking down the stairs, Louis in tow a few feet behind me.

Now I am highly assuming I shouldn't have just done that because when I came down the stairs there was a highly attractive guy, with abs mind you, that was pulling a blue sweater off over his head and the white t-shirt he wore under it was peeling up part way as well so you could see just the right amount of skin to know that he had no fat worth hiding. It was all muscle and more muscle.

I felt my cheeks flaming red, even though I have a boyfriend so I should definitely not be thinking like this and tore my eyes away from his chest. I looked up at his face and he looked right back at me and was smirking at me with his blonde hair and blue eyes. Hmmm. Typical much?

He walked over to me and arched an eyebrow. "I'm James, James McVey. The lead guitarist for The Vamps. And you are...? I take it you're Brad's newest girl?"

My cheeks went warm from James' first impression of me and I shook my head a couple times from side to side.

"I'm Chloe and no. I'm not Brad's newest girl. He's helping me and Louis because we were kidnapped and we don't know who did it." I frowned lightly as I once again repictured the memories from several hours ago in my head. It has to be someone that I know. It probably doesn't have anything to do with Louis at all because I'm good as a stranger to him basically so hmm..

Eh. I'll sleep on it hopefully.

That's definitely what I need now so James, Bradley, Connor and Louis better let me do that or I'm going to be pissed come morning.

Ben

What on earth is Aimee's problem!? The way she is making it sound it sounds like I'm the one that decided to kidnap Chloe. I mean it was that Louis Tomlinson guy right? Granted I don't see how he would have any need to because he's already rich and so he wouldn't need a ransom, and plus she would be just a random girl to him. Maybe if it was some relative or something I could understand? But no. She's my Chloe.

The entire day I basically spent plotting on how to figure out where she is and to get her back, because honestly finding out that she was taken away from me, especially when we were supposed to meet up, felt like someone was stabbing a sword through my heart repeatedly. What if something has happened to her? What if Louis or whoever else kidnapped her used her for sex or killed her or something completely awful like that?

But now I need to stop thinking because I have hockey practice and the more I start thinking the more I'm probably gonna suck today and either kicked off of the varsity team or get weird looks from the coach and all of my teammates.

I swiped the silent tears off my cheeks before walking inside the locker room and getting all of my hockey practice gear on. It seems like my hockey skates didn't want to fit today either. Just another thing that needs to go wrong in my life. But I manage to shove them on before walking out and onto the ice.

I skated over to my friends, Greyson who happens to be Chloe's brother, and Ian. Those two forced me to get into hockey a few years ago and haven't let me leave ever sense. If it was up to me I'd be in basketball. Then I could go see more of Chloe's games because then I wouldn't be away so much. But noooo you've got my friends for you. Impossible.

Greyson raised an eyebrow at me when he saw me skating over to him, lightly gripping the edge of the rink to maintain all my balance as i readjusted. "What?" I frowned at him shaking my head. "You guys are the ones that forced me into this and now I'm skating wrong?"

Ian laughed softly and shook his head at me before gesturing down to his feet. He and Greyson weren't even wearing skates which didn't make sense to me because we have practice. Right? Granted there doesn't seem to be any other people around with skates on, but...

"Didn't you hear? We have a class meeting on what to do about the Chloe situation. We saw you walk over so we had to come up behind you to make sure you wouldn't do something stupid. Like get ready for practice." It dawned on me that I think I'd briefly heard something on the intercom during lunch about that but I was too naive and lost in my whole world that I didn't pay it much attention.

"Okay." I frowned, wrinkling up my nose at myself, before heading towards the locker room. "I'll be out in a few minutes. Sorry for the delay."

Awkward.

A/N: ehh kind of a filler, but if you know anything about the vamps you'll know why I did that with Chloe's reaction to James. He's been posting too many selfies lately. Hot ones at that and he needs to stop. Cause damn. My heart can't handle that. I put one of them on the side or up on top of the app with the multimedia D: I included that Ben part because I decided I'd introduce him more. Oh and if this chapter is shit it's because I wrote it at midnight and on the bus. On a school night and morning. When I've already been doing homework for hours. So yeah. -Elizabeth (: p.s. Any suspicions about who the kidnapper is yet?