Harrys POV
My hands fumbled in the boxes we had never un packed. I looked into every space I could but I couldn’t see the key anywhere. Turning I noticed her black jeans and boots by a chair in the corner. Quickly I moved to them and searched her pockets. All I could feel was the empty cotton material it supplied. Cursing under my breath I looked around the room, trying to find something that would help me to find it. Maybe she did give it back? No she couldn’t have. She definitely didn’t.
Picking up one of her black boots I fiddled with the laces in-between my fingers. My memory shot me back to the moment when I started undoing them. Sam was stood above me shaking from nervousness. That was when we had done it. Biting my lip I squeezed my eyes shut and dropped the boot onto the floor. It fell with a thud and I gasped a little for air. My chest was so tight and my body ached for her. The smell of her hair, the widening brown eyes she had, the small body which I would pick up into mine and hold to me. She was safe. But now she could be hurt. Or being hurt. The thought sickened me and I kicked the bed hard. My fists grabbed the bed sheet which she had been sleeping in a few days ago and I threw it hard across the room. It landed on the floor in a heap and I found myself falling onto my knees from her loss.
Resting my elbows on the bed my shaky hands wiped my eyes and ran through my hair with frustration.
“I have to find the key.” I whispered under my breath and stood up. I was going to find her. I told her I would. I would not let something like her go. Grabbing my purple shirt from the box of clothes which she loved to wear in bed, I buttoned it up half way, sprayed deodorant on hastily and turned to the door. My eyes caught something that lay upon the white carpet. It stung my eyes as the light reflected off of it’s glimmering surface. The key.
My heart skipped as many beats as it could possibly do and I quickly leaned down to pick it up. It had fallen out of her boot when I had dropped it. A smile spread onto my lips as I ran my thumb over the small wording it surfaced. This was definitely my key.
Throwing the door open I ran downstairs.
They were all in deep discussion when I came back in and looked up when I entered. I was pretty sure they were worried I had done something to myself, but I wouldn’t do that now. Sam was all that mattered.
“Got it.” I held up the key and chucked it at Donny. He caught it and a smile spread onto his face with delight.
“Great now lets get out of here and get this over with.” He said strongly but I could tell his voice was slightly wobbling due to how long Tanya had been gone for.
“But if we meet someone there…how will we fight? In case you hadn’t realised, none of us are fighters. We are in a band for crying out loud.” Niall said and Zayn simply shrugged for a reply.
“Max will probably only a have a couple of guys there if any, there are 6 of us. We can take them. No matter how strong we are. Plus you guys were pretty good at fighting last night.” Donny replied and made his way out to the front room, whilst grabbing his leather jacket. “Let’s go and get them back.”
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Samanthas POV
I struggled hard, my body screaming for help as they held me in place. Max’s fingers blistered into my sides and Tom’s hand tightened on my small arm in his fist. I watched him smile whilst I kicked and pulled. My feet came into contact with another man’s side but he merely grabbed it and held it in place easily. His hand crumpled it hard and I cried out when I realised it was my dislocated one. The cool blade touched above my burning skin on my wrist and I heard my arm click as I pulled it as hard as I could back into me. He yanked it out further and I screamed loudly. If there were people in the shop surely they would be able to hear me. I screamed again and I felt a puncture in me. There was no pain at first. Just the feeling of floating, being dragged away by the waves into the dark abyss of the sea. But then it hit like a boulder had been dropped onto me and I was being plunged down to the bottom of the ocean into nothing but darkness. The pain was excruciating as it flooded out around my hand and red drops deepened into the carpet below. Tears stung my eyes and I shook violently as I felt my body being drained.
Dropping onto the floor I held onto the huge cut around my wrist. My other hand desperately trying to stop the flow of blood which was passing out. I could feel my eyes drooping and my head becoming heavier. Blood. It was everywhere. I cried hard and started to run my hand back and forth over the now no-where to be seen knife wound. So much blood was around it. It wasn’t even noticeable.
Harry’s shirt was covered in its small red drops. Harry. I love you. I love you so much Harry. I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough. I’m sorry I couldn’t stay. Arms lifted me up off of the floor as I screamed for him. I felt tightened grips pulling my hands away from each other and I white material was being wrapped around my wrist hastily.
“We didn’t cut the vein you stupid girl. You aren’t dying.” I heard a low voice growl which I recognised to be Tom’s. My eyesight was so clouded and blurry it looked like I was on a fairground ride which never stopped spinning. The emptiness stopped and I was being carried down the hall. I noticed the dull painted walls surrounding me and I kicked my legs hard into whoever was holding me. “Stop moving you little bitch.” I winced when his arms tightened more and I was thrown onto a comfy surface. My head fell back onto it easily and I found myself calming down. I could feel my wrist still being wrapped badly as someone tried to stop the blood loss.
Fatigue crossed my mind and I started to gasp for air. My waterlines burned from the cold salty tears my eyes started to produce. They ran down my cheek’s with ease and more hands were holding my bare legs down.
“Samantha.” A stern voice sounded. Max. My eyes came into focus and I saw him standing over the top of me. I noticed my chest rising up and down fast and I kicked his hands away from my legs. The person who had been wrapping my wrist was now gone and we were alone once more.
“You really think we would kill you without Harry to watch? God you gotta play the game right you know.” He smirked at me as I became rigid. Just the mention of Harry’s name made every nerve in my body try to find him. The tip of my finger became numb when I remembered the warmth his soft skin provided them. I sat up quickly trying not to look weak. A glimmering object reflected the light from the window in his back pocket. I recognised it instantly. Harry’s apartment key. Quickly I spoke up pretending not to be distracted.
“Look here. I didn’t kill your brother. He killed himself. You killed my mother. And now you won’t let me and Harry be together because of what? Nothing. So just give up already.” I spat at him and ignored the searing pain in my wrist. Standing up I moved over to him and pushed his shoulder hard. He barely moved from it. “Maybe it’s the fact you can’t stand two people in love because you are jealous.” Suddenly he gripped both my arms and pulled me hard against him. Locking me to his chest. I kicked and wriggled but he held me too tight. I felt his lips brush against my ear again as he slammed me up against the wall.
“Does he do this?” He smirked and ran his hand up and down my thigh before bringing it up and wrapping it around his waist.
“Get off of me.” I pushed my leg down but he held it tightly, making my skin turn slightly pale from the grip.
“Does he kiss down your neck?” His cold lips pressed hard on my neck once more and I shouted out loudly. Using my hand I slapped him hard in the face when he pulled back and he dropped his from me. His eyes looked menacing and he trapped me against the hard surface.
“Love is nothing. Love is torture. Let’s see how happy you are about being with Harry when I murder him in front of your eyes.” I kicked my leg hard into his groin as he grunted and fell to the floor.
“I’m not letting you hurt him. And I’m not letting you hurt anyone, anymore. You are sick.” I used both of my hands and pushed him hard away from me as he stood back up. He stumbled slightly but his grin only widened.
“Only on one condition. You stay. Would you do that for your pregnant friend downstairs ? Let her go instead of you?”
“Tanya can go?” He bit his lip, whilst making his gaze travel up and down my horrifying state. A game was being played in his eyes, I could see it.
“Tanya can go. But. If she tells anyone where you are. I will not hesitate to take her back and plant a bullet through her head. And remember that’s a baby dead too.”
“You are such a sick bastard!”
“Fine then she can stay too and you both will end up being hurt…” I swallowed at these words and found myself pushing away from the hard wall. Max’s smirk never leaving my cloudy mind.
Quickly as my heart beat rose I ran from the room. Turning my head I noticed the same corridor and ran straight for the storage room. My sore feet tripped over continuous piles of books as I carried on towards the lowering spiral stair case. I saw the book me and Harry had shared and I grabbed it. Something else of his I was going to keep, for I may not ever see him again after what I’m about to do.
Tumbling down the stairs and falling over myself I ran towards the room Tanya was in. Pushing the blistering wooded door open she was sat up rubbing her eyes. Black makeup smeared down her face and I noticed a few stains of tears submerged within it. Running in I shut the door behind me and sat next to her. She was shaking a little and without a moment to think I wrapped my arms around her.
“Tanya you need to listen to me, I’m going to get you out of here.” She sobbed into Harry’s already dried bloodied shirt and I felt my heart drop from how his scent was slowly becoming lost. Tanya could have her baby with Donny. Harry would be able to find someone else. He had to. He deserves better.
“What? How? I don’t feel well.”
“Shhh it’s okay.” I stroked her tangled hair slowly as she cried heavily into me. Her body shook drastically and it felt strange being on the other side for once. “Listen. There is a door at the end of a corridor. Go there. It leads out to the book shop. You’ll have to go up the stairs and then you will be on the ground floor. Please do this for me Tanya.” Her eyes met mine and she looked completely tired and corpse like. Her tanned skin was patchy and her face showed sadness. Something I never thought would be possible in Tanya.
“What about you?”
“I’ll be straight behind. I will distract them whilst you get out.” I replied as quick as I could. Not daring to let Tanya see my fault. I wouldn’t be getting out. I was giving myself up to Max. For her. For everyone.
“When are we doing this?” Her voice wobbled and slowly I helped her to stand up. Still she towered over my height and her green velvet dress was destroyed. I took the blanket from the sofa and carefully wrapped it around her body.
“We’re doing it now.” I nodded at her and she looked down at the floor. Her hands were on the small bump she had as she carefully ran them over it. “Come on.” I held her hand as he followed behind me.
We made our way through the corridor slowly and I helped Tanya up the steep stairs. The metal felt even colder now, as though it was taunting me for the lie I had said. Tanya would understand. I could feel her barely warming touch shaking in my hand. Her other was holding the blankets to herself tightly.
“You’ll be alright Tanya.” I whispered reassuringly but she didn’t dare look at me anymore. Her mind was becoming rigid with fear for encountering one of those guys again. Especially Tom I’m sure.
“What happened to your wrist?” She questioned curiously and I quickly hid it behind my back.
“Nothing nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
“No it’s not nothing. Let me see it Sam.” Her hand dropped the blanket from around her as she pulled my arm out. I winced from it and she showed an extremely apologetic look. I watched hesitantly as she unravelled the white material from around the wound. It was barely un done when the blood stains become darker. Her mouth fell open in shock and she started to tear up even more.
“Oh Sam. What happened to you?” We had reached my wrist. Blood surfaced around the deep wound but it was no longer bleeding. It was disgusting. The site of it made me feel weak and vulnerable. Holding back a whimper of pain I pulled my arm towards me and started to hastily wrap the material back around it.
“Nothing happened. When you get out of here run straight to Harry’s apartment okay? I’ll meet you there. It’s better if you go there instead because then Max will think you will be at your house. Meaning he can easily get to you.”
“But what if Max’s men are at the apartment?” She said nervously, her eyes never leaving my now badly bandaged arm. I sighed. I really hadn’t though this through well enough. I had to beat Max somehow. He wasn’t going to get me and he wasn’t going to kill Tanya if he didn’t.
“Then go in. Tell them Max sent you there. If you have the key then it seems obvious. Wait there for me. It’s not that far from here. You know where it is. I know where the key is. I’ll get it and give it to you before you go.”
“Sam this is stupid. You are risking your life to save mine. What if Max catches you? What if he catches…us.” I saw more tears burry out of her small petit eyes. She rubbed them away and I noticed the white surrounded her iris’s slowly reddening from hurt.
“He won’t. I’ll be right behind you the whole time. Trust me.” Another lie. She would get out and I wouldn’t. It was obvious.
Suddenly I found myself hugging her tightly. I ached all over but I didn’t care. Squeezing my eyes shut I restricted the tears from flowing out and helped walk her over to the corridor, past the dizzying mess of books. And whirl of paper in every corner of my eyes. We stood in the door way listening and I could hear faint laughing from the kitchen. It was the closest to the shop door.
I turned to face her and she nodded solemnly. “Go to the door, open it and stay there. I’ll come through a few seconds later with the key.”
“No Sam I can’t go without you.”
“You aren’t. I will be right next to you.” I nodded to her and briskly she walked to the shop door and shut it behind. Tanya was safe. That’s all that mattered. But now we needed the key.
Courage flooded into my veins, seeped from my pours and was transfixed into my mind. I could do this. Slowly I walked into the living room where I had last seen Max. He was lying down on a sofa watching TV. A knife gleaming in his hold. When I came in he smiled deeply and walked over to my trembling body. Strong Samantha, strong.
I trailed my finger down his chest slowly and I tried to play a smile on my lips as seductively as I could. My eyes noticed his tongue running over his lips and he grinned deviously. A strong grip tightened on my waist I was shoved into the wall again. Whimpering out he crashed his lips down onto mine. It was disgusting. No passion, nothing. He tasted bitter. I wanted it over. But I had to play the part to get the key.
“Mmmm the things I’m going to do to you.” He spoke into my shaky lips and I forced a little smile in return. My hands shook as I trailed them down his back. They hooked onto the waist band of his jeans and carefully a cool metal touch was reacting with mine. My heart beat rose even higher. I was so close, yet so far. I couldn’t stop now.
“Kiss me again. If I can’t have Harry, we might as well have fun.” Without hesitation he strongly delved into my mouth again. I had to refrain from crying out. It hurt so bad as he tightened his hold and drowned me with his mouth. Ragged gasps for air were trying to get out and I felt myself becoming light headed.
My fingers pulled the key from his pocket and I held it in my fist so he wouldn’t see. Finally his mouth left mine and I tried to carry on the fake image.
“Maybe if you would let me say goodbye to Tanya I might become even more exciting.” He grinned wider when he dropped me onto the floor and I scrambled to my aching feet. His laughter sent hairs on my body up and I shivered a little.
“You really are a stupid girl. You have few seconds before I come out there and grab you back.” Or maybe you are the one who is, I thought to myself. Quickly I ran from the room, my heart beating without a care in the world. Tanya saw my through the blurred windows and opened the door. I wrapped my arms around her and she did the same.
“Take the key. Go to Harry’s apartment. Don’t wait for me Tanya. I had to do this. You had to go.”
“Wait what? NO. Sam you have to come.” I folded the key into her hold and knew Max’s gaze had turned around the door way to watch us.
“Tanya. If you tell anyone where Sam is. I will kill her. And you.” Max’s sharp voice noted and I noticed her gulp slightly.
“Tell Harry I love him…” I blurted out before pushing her through the door and shutting it. Tanya was free. She was gone.
“Now then. What shall we do.” Max walked over and before I knew it I was being thrown over his shoulder carelessly and carried into the living room.
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Harry’s POV
I shoved the key into the lock and the door clicked open effortlessly. It was strange to be back here. The same smell the same everything. Except it was even stranger to be back here without Sam.
Pushing the door open I noticed all the lights were off and it was completely empty.
“Thank god.” Niall sounded behind me as we made our way in. The hollowness in my chest spreading deeper and deeper. Infecting every nerve I had.
Louis flicked the lights on and the whole apartment looked untouched. Nothing had moved. No cups by the sink, no food out. Walking into the bathroom I also noticed that there was nothing to prove anyone lived here.
“Maybe he just bought the apartment to piss you off Harry.” Zayn said before picking up a random object and throwing it in-between his hands.
Donny was being strangely quiet as he peered around the door frames and took in every piece of furniture in the room.
“There’s nothing. Nothing to show where they would be at all. Max is smart.” He said quietly and sternly. Like he was trying to hold back the anger raging through his body. Liam sat down on the sofa and looked completely defeated.
A sound could be heard outside the door. The ruffling of feet and small sobs. Sounding feminine. Sam. My mind said over and over again. It was Sam. Quickly I threw the door open to see a shaking Tanya. Her eyes were red, makeup smeared across her cheeks and a ratty blanket hung on her shoulder. I noticed the key in her hand and the destroyed look on her face.
“HARRY.” She shouted before hugging me so hard my whole body felt on fire. My face buried into the top of her head and I felt Donny pulling her out of my arms. Where was Sam? Sam. Sam where are you? I love you Sam. I noticed Donny was kissing her all over, tears gleaming within his eyes. His hands were upon her stomach as they kissed passionately. That’s when I saw the small curve she had now gotten from the baby inside her. They were both safe now. And never would be in danger again.
“Sam…?” I croaked out before the tears would become unstoppable. Tanya looked at me as Donny’s head rested upon her shoulder. His arms around her strongly and protectively. How I so badly wanted to have Sam back.
“Only…only one of us could get out. The other…they had to-she had to…get the key…Sam got the key…she got me out…I don’t know the whole story Harry. She wouldn’t explain it to me…”
I froze to the spot. My blood boiled in my body. It sent numbness to every part of skin. I could feel my heart pounding against my chest as I curled my fists up in my sides.
“Harry….her wrist. I saw it. I think Max tried to kill her again. She isn’t safe. I don’t care anymore about the risks. She needs to get out of there.”
Still, words couldn’t be formed between my lips.
“Harry. Say something.” Liam sounded and I saw everyone getting up and walking towards me. My breathing became ragged and fast. I was going to kill Max.
“I’m going to kill him. I’m going to kill anyone! Anyone who gets in my way of her! I will not hesitate!” I found myself shouting at everyone and I clenched my teeth hard to try and cause myself pain.
“Harry you aren’t killing anyone. You will not stoop to his level.”
“He killed her mother. He tried to kill her. And now I’m going to kill him. I don’t give a fuck anymore about the fact that I would have ended a life! THAT FUCKING GUY WILL DIE. I WILL MAKE SURE OF IT.”
“Harry stop it now. You are not going to do this!” Louis shouted and I ran to the kitchen draw. I pulled out the biggest knife I could and slammed the draw back shut into its hold.
“Tanya where is he?!”
“Harry he wants you to do this. He wants you to react. You need to calm down. We will think this through.” Donny said gently. I looked at him. I felt like I was ripping apart at the seams. The anger inside me was so traumatic and overpowering.
“It’s alright for you to say that isn’t it! You fucking got her back didn’t you! You are all happy now. You no longer care about Sam!” I growled at him and I felt a blow go to the side of my face. He had punched me as hard as he could conjure up. Quickly I returned it and pains were being punched everywhere on my body. I sent them back into him with ease as blood trickled down my nose.
“Donny, Harry stop!” I could hear Tanya screaming in the blur. Arms were pulling us apart and I tried to shrug them off desperately.
“Let me go.” I shouted and they dropped their holds from me. Donny had a bloodied forehead and his cheek looked swollen.
“Tanya where is Sam? We will go and get her out. Harry can stay here. Before he gets himself and Sam killed.” Donny spat at me and I quickly made my way back over to him. Liam pushed me away with the help of Louis and I was planted into the sofa.
My eyes caught the knife on the floor.
“He’s in this weird book store. On the highstreet. Sam’s in the storage room part. At the very bottom. He’s not alone. All of his guys are with him.”
Sam.
Sam.
Sam. I love you. I will get you back.
Without hesitating I ran to the knife, picked it up and walked out the door before anyone could stop me. I was faced with the corridor or apartments. And that’s when I ran.
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Notes

THANKS FOR READING.
SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET OUT.
I was having bad writers block and a lot of stuff has been happening.
Thank you to @dontletmego SHE IS AMAZING. Helped me when i was stuck :)

Also. This Larry shippers who have committed suicide because some people were so sick and disgusting to bullly someone to the point of death situation is actually in-humane. I cried so hard today.
I didn't realise us directioners could hurt anyone let alone other directioners. Tihink before you say something horrible. I know none of you guys would ever do something like that.

I love you all x Stay strong.

Katie x