Evelyn's POV:

I pulled away, but I could still feel the sparks dancing on my skin.

"This is so wrong," I said as backed up to the door.

"How?" Harry whispered, his hot breath tickling my ear as he leaned close to me. "It's not like you have a boyfriend or anything."

"But you just slept with another women," I pointed out as I swung open the door. "I should be mad."

"But you're not, are you?" He brushed my arm lightly.

"I just need time to think," I said honestly, and I left, leaving his emerald eyes burning after my retreating figure.

I took the elevator down and stepped out the hotel, the cool breeze immediately hitting my face. I started walking down the sidewalk, staring at the ground.

Harry and I have a past together. Not only did he take care of me, but he started growing protective over me. We started dating, and he was my first kiss. I didn't regret the way his pink plump lips crashed onto mine, and how we shared more and more tender kisses. But then when he had to leave for X-Factor, I left his family to be on my own. And Niall just fell to the back of my mind.

If I really did care about him, I wouldn't have forgotten about him, right? But he was my best friend and I knew, deep down inside, I never forgot him and I really did care for him. I just didn't think about him. Maybe it was because it made me homesick, or he made me think of my family, or maybe it was just simply because I missed him too much. So much that it distracted me from my own survival and I knew I had to be on track to stay alive. And see Niall again.

"Watch where you're going," a voice snapped and I jumped back. His coffee spilled all over the ground.

"I'm so sorry! Sorry, here I'll buy you--" I couldn't find my voice again. I knew this man. The person who kidnapped me.

Hey! Hey, you! Come back here!" He started chasing after me but I was faster now. My long legs raced away from him, but he was still so close. He pushed people away, and as they stood there, shocked, he frantically tried to catch up with me.

I was losing stamina fast. I took more breaths but I could feel myself slowing down. I turned a corner, hoping he'd get lost.

I think the reason I never reported him to the police was because inside, something told me not to. That he was... involved in me somehow. But if he was, couldn't he just quietly talk to me instead of kidnapping?

I turned my head and found that he had vanished. I stopped and cautiously looked around. No one but other people who were rushing around to get to the places they needed to be at. No one suspicious.

Panting, I looked around at my surroundings. No place that I recognized. Where the hell am I? When he was chasing me, I guessed I turned many corners.

I reached knto my pocket, but grabbed air. Where was my phone? And then I remembered the couch on which my phone lay on, because I hadn't needed it. At that time. But now I was standing in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by unknown people and my kidnapper was somewhere around here. Great.

Usually, I would just ditch everyone and run, but this isn't like the usual cases. People, five to be exact, are waiting for me. And I can't just leave them. They might think something happened to me. Or that I just left them. But no, I wouldn't- I couldn't leave them. Five people cared for me. So I had to go back to them.

I sighed and turned around. Hopefully I'd get to the boys before dusk.