"Kidnapped?!" Anne shouts in panic, "no. No no no no no! Not my baby!"

Robin pulls his sobbing wife into his chest, wrapping both arms around her in comfort.

"Nick, can we have access to the security cameras?" Louis turns to the man hopefully.

Nick nods, "I'll get the keys to the room."

Zayn and Liam watch the host of the show run off and turn their attention to their panicking friend.

Louis' mind raced with images he couldn't bare see Harry in. All of which were painful to even imagine a boy like Harry to go through.

Why him?

Why his baby?

Niall places a hand on his mate's shoulder, squeezing it lightly, "he's strong, Louis. I'm sure whatever situation he is in right now, he's fighting to get out."

"I just hope he's okay..."
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Jax studied the features of the unconscious boy in his arms.

He's pretty cute. He thought.

Maybe he can have a little fun with him before returning him back to his family and boyfriend.

And yes, he knows about the two. You have got to be blind if you can't see the looks they give each other. Their management must be pretty shit at hiding the truth. A beard? Seriously? Even though the popstar had already admitted that he was bisexual to the world? Hah, such idiocy.

"Hey Mason?"

"What?" His partner snapped, still focusing his eyes on the road. He was always moody for some reason. He never understood why.

"Can I play with the kid before we give him back?"

"Knock yourself out. I don't care what you do to him. As long as we get the money, I won't stop you."

A devilish smile made its way to Jax's face.

Oh he's definitely gonna have fun.

After an hour long drive, Mason parks their (stolen) minivan into the garage, exiting the vehicle as Jax did the same, holding the unconscious boy in his arms.

Mason unlocks the door to the old and abandoned house they found not so long ago and allows Jax to enter first before himself then locking the door behind him.

"Should I send them a quick message? Just to let them know that we have the boy but won't give him up until they give us the money?" Jax says, laying the curly haired boy down on a couch.

"Yeah, you do that. Use the boy's phone." Mason tells, tossing the younger boy's phone to his partner, quickly adding, "take a picture of him, too and send it to his boyfriend."

"Okay-"

"Make sure it sends successfully before smashing the phone. We don't want them tracking us down." He instructs before leaving to prepare the basement where they'll be keeping the boy hostage until they get what they want.
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Louis' blood boiled as he watches two masked figures leave the building, one carrying an unconscious Harry thrown over their shoulder, through the security cameras.

"We'll get the police involved in this ASAP, I'm sure they haven't gone far yet."

"Are you serious? It's been a whole fucking hour! For all we know they could be leaving the country as we speak!" Louis rages, hands pulling at his hair.

"Louis, man, I know you're worried-"

"They can't hurt him!" Tears began dripping down Louis' face as he sobbed, falling to his knees, "th-they can't..."

Niall, Zayn, and Liam stare at their best mate in sympathy. They've never seen him break down like this, like, EVER. So, they really didn't know what to do to help him.

Just as Zayn kneels down to try comforting his saddened friend, Louis' phone buzzed in his pocket and the older lad immediately pulls it out, eyes checking the sender and gasps as he saw that it was from Harry.

He shakily unlocks his phone to open the text, eyes slowly trailing at the short message along with the picture attached.

We have him. He's unharmed...for now. We'll give you two days to prepare what we want, then, and only then, will we give him back to you.

We want five hundred million. In cash.

We'll contact you again to tell you where we'll meet before the deadline.

No cops or else, the boy won't come back unscratched.

Wouldn't want your precious boy to get hurt now, do we?

"Louis? Louis! What does it say?"

Instead of replying, he hands his phone over to Zayn, sighing deeply.

"Half a billion dollars?! Are they kidding?!" Zayn shrieks.

"Lou, where are we going to get that much money?" Niall turns to Louis.

"We won't give them anything. If I have to risk getting shot at just to bring back my boy, then so be it."
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-the next day-

Louis barely got any sleep last night, too afraid that if he shuts his eyes for even a second, he might miss a text or call from Harry. But seeing as though they couldn't track his phone down, the kidnappers must have destroyed it to avoid being found.

The blue eyed singer sighs, getting out of his bed that felt lonely without the presence of his curly haired boyfriend.

He trudged his way down to his kitchen, making himself a bowl of cereal since he couldn't cook a decent meal for shit.

He misses his baby's cooking.

As he began to eat his bland breakfast, he takes out his phone and checks his notifications for any updates that lead to Harry's location.

Nothing.

Louis sighs yet again, going into his gallery where he longingly stared at pictures of him and Harry together.

"Oh baby, I hope you're okay..."
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Harry's P.O.V

"Ugh..." I groan out, slowly waking up from my sleep.

What happened?

"Ah, look who's finally awake."

My head shot up to the unfamiliar voice, squinting my eyes in the dimly lit room.

Where am I?

"Don't move from where you are -not like you can anyway- I'll be back with your food." The voice tells me. I hear footsteps making their way out of the room, a sudden source of light breaks through what I guess is a door, and not even a second later I'm left in the dark again.

I begin registering what had happened before I fell asleep and gasp as the memories come flashing into my mind.

My performance.

Louis.

Those two guys.

"Oh my god..."

I'VE BEEN KIDNAPPED!

My breathing suddenly became erratic as I look at my dark surroundings.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

The door opens once again and the guy who was with me before comes in with a tray.

"Whoa kid, calm down."

Calm down?!

"W-who are you?! What do you want from me?!" I shout angrily.

"Don't make me knock you out again." He takes a step forward, placing the tray down on the floor, just as I realize I'm tied up against some pole with my hands behind my back.

"Answer me!" I demand. Wincing when I receive a harsh slap to my left cheek.

"Shut up, kid! If you really want to know, you're in the basement. Me and my partner took you so we could threaten your little boyfriend into giving us money. Half a billion to be exact."

Half a billion?! No way! Louis better not give these bastards what they want.

"He wouldn't dare give you anything!"

"Oh yeah? Not even for his precious boyfriend?"

I scowl, looking away from him. He chuckles and lifts my chin up with his finger, forcing me to look at him, "do you want to eat or not?"

"I'd rather starve than eat your pathetic food." I spat, seeing as the only thing on the tray was a glass of water and two pieces of bread.

The guy glares at me, "you can't just talk to me like that!"

"Yes. I. Can."

"That's it. You're starving yourself until we get our money the day after tomorrow. Let's see how long you can last."

With that said, he grabs the tray and stomps out of the basement, leaving me to die in this dark, cold, and lonely room.

"Louis, please save me..." I quietly mutter as tears began dripping down my face.
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Mason carelessly slams the tray on the counter, startling his partner who was on his phone.

"What happened?"

"The brat got on my nerves. Said he'd rather starve."

Jax gaped at his partner, "and you're actually letting him?!"

"So? What's the big deal?"

"How are we supposed to get our money when the kid is dead?"

Mason thought in his head, sighing as his partner was right.

"You go feed him then."

"Exactly what I plan on doing." Jax says, standing up from where he was seated and began walking to the direction of the basement, tray in hand.

As he entered the dark room, his ears were immediately met with the sound of quiet sobbing. A wave of guilt suddenly washing over him.

Jax took pity on the boy. He really did. In fact, the real reason why he helped kidnap him was because Mason threatened him as well. Saying he'll ditch him on the streets if he decided not to help. You see, they didn't have a home. Nor parents. They were long time best friends in their highschool days but then one day, their parents left them at Mason's house to attend a business dinner. The two waited for hours for their parents to come back, but they never did. Only finding out from the news that they were killed in a car accident. No one survived.

Mason, being the older of them both, ran to his parents' bedroom, took the stored cash from under the bed and told Jax that they should runaway. So they did.

The two lived off of snacks from vending machines until a guy found them and got them involved in the drug business. It paid fairly well and was enough for them to rent a small apartment. But after almost getting caught by the police they had to move out and that's when they found the old abandoned house.

Long story short, Mason went mad and told Jax that they should blackmail somebody in order to get money. And who better to do that to than the most well known artist in the world- Louis Tomlinson.

"Hey, kid." The guy tried not to startle the boy. Harry looked up with red, puffy eyes, and glared at him through his tears, "GO AWAY!"

"Not until you eat something. Your boyfriend wouldn't want you starving yourself, now would he?"

Harry went silent for a while, then slowly nodded.

Jax weakly smiled, "I'm sorry about Mason, he has a short temper."

"I don't care." The younger boy grumbled, "I don't really feel like eating."

"You need to, anyway. Even just a little." Jax halved the single piece of bread and held it out to Harry's mouth.

"Why can't you untie me?"

"My partner wouldn't like that idea. Please, just eat."

Reluctantly, Harry did. Taking small bites from the bread and managed to finish it all.

After drinking a small amount of water, he licked his lips and muttered a short, "thanks."

A smile crept it's way to Jax's face and he really regrets his thoughts of trying to take advantage of him, "no problem."

Maybe he should do the right thing.

And help him out.

Well, there's chapter 17 for y'all.

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