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Could you write a Zianourry? Hary disappeared a few days ago and they are worried to death. One night they get home and find him on front of their door broken and bruised. He got kidnapped by some men and they tortured him. Harry is scared and they take care of him. Really fluffy please :)

They were worried sick. They hated not knowing where their youngest boyfriend was, they didn’t even know if he was alive but they hated thinking that he died a horrible way…

The worst thing was though that they were starting to forget what he looked like. The photos they looked through every day wasn’t the same than seeing that sparkle in his eye when he was laughing or the feeling of the silkiness of his curls. It just wasn’t the same.

The police had been sent out for the last five days, looking nonstop for Harry, knowing that Louis, Liam, Niall and Zayn would have a breakdown soon if they couldn’t find their curly-haired boyfriend.

Then came the tragic news. Not that Harry was found dead but that the police were stopping the search, they claimed it was like finding a needle in a haystack and they hadn’t even found any clues at all to where Harry was. Everyone was giving up on him except the four boys who prayed every night that he would be okay.

Liam, Niall and Zayn were sitting on the sofa, the TV blaring in front of them except none of them were really watching it. It felt wrong. The sofa felt too spacious when usually they were all squished on the two-seater sofa with five people cuddled up on it.  They missed the little comments Harry would make about whatever they were watching even if they were at the crucial bit of a film but now all they wanted to hear was his voice. They just missed Harry.

Louis was getting drinks for everyone and having a silent cry because he needed to be the most mature one for once, he was the oldest so he needed to be strong so they stuck together. Except it wasn’t even working, it was if Harry was the glue.

Although just as he was pouring the drinks, he heard the doorbell ring so he went and get it.

When he swung the door open it was a sight he never expected.

Harry.

Broken and busied.

Vulnerable and scared.

What had they done to him?!

“G-Guys? Come here!” Louis shakily shouted although quickly regretted it when Harry flinched at the loud noise.

“Harry!” Niall screamed, letting his giddiness show immediately, not even taking in the state Harry was in properly.

“Ni…stay calm okay? He’s petrified” Liam told him in a hushed voice before stepping to Harry slowly “How about you come in and we can treat your bruises and cuts? We can have a nice cup of tea, yeah? You know we won’t hurt you”

Harry looked up, into Liam’s eyes. The green spark had been wiped out, leaving it with more of a gray, dull colour. He was a mess and it was their job to fix him. He slowly nodded, following Liam into their bedroom where he laid down on the bed without a sound.

    He was gradually coming back. Not fully, the boys knew it would be a long while before they got their old Harry back but after Liam dressed all of Harry’s injuries with his gentle hands while Zayn whispered comforting words in Harry’s ear like promising him that he was going to be okay.

“They tortured me” Harry suddenly croaked out as he watched Liam wrap a bandage round one of his burns on his arm. “T-They burned me and k-kicked me…” Harry sobbed.

“You don’t have to tell us you know” Louis pointed out softly although Harry shook his head.

“They t-tried to d-d-drown me…” Harry continued, shuddering at the thought of their rough hands grabbing onto his curls has he was plunged into the water.

“Sssh Harry, you’re safe now” Niall murmured as he cautiously wrapped his arms around Harry, pulling him in close and to Niall’s surprise, Harry hugged him back.

“P-Please don’t let them g-get me” Harry shakily requested.

“Never…you’re safe now” Liam promised, pressing a kiss to Harry’s forehead before they tucked the still vulnerable boy into bed and then crawled in themselves so Harry wasn’t alone. That night, they made sure they held Harry in some way, just to show him that they were going to protect him forever.

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Chapter 2-The Lodge

They didn’t realize that when they woke up that morning, they would be packing their bags, not knowing where they were going or how long for. Wardrobes and drawers were empty while their suitcases were bulging full. Management sees this as a way out...they just think they’re being cowards for running away. Even though the hate causes them pain, they would rather suck it up than run away from it like you would from a school bully when you’re younger but they had to do this.

“The car is waiting outside” Liam announced as he walked away from the window, dragging his suitcase along the wooden floor to the doorway.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this” Harry muttered as he pulled his coat on.

“I know but we have no choice in this” Louis sighed, taking one last look around their home before flicking the light switch off, enclosing them into darkness. This was really happening.

They didn’t even know what airport they had arrived into, all they saw was their fake names scrawled onto a piece of card and was being held up by a taxi driver.

“That’s us” Niall told him, pulling his hood down. They knew that there wouldn’t be any fans but it was like an automatic reaction for them now. Sunglasses on. Hoods up.

“Ah, come come” He ushered them, an unclear accent thick in his voice.

The followed him to the awaiting car, hauling their suitcases in the boot before coming back into the car. Wherever they were, it was freezing. The car was a bit of a surprise as well, management obviously wanted to keep it low but degrading to a rickety old car which squeaked every time the brakes were pressed and the whole car shook violently even if they went over the slightest of bumps. It was awful.

They weren’t sure how long they had been travelling for or where they were going, another thing to add to the list of what they didn’t know, but they knew they had been in the car for a while.

Zayn and Niall had dropped off a while ago. All the fans think Zayn is the one who loves sleep yet in fact Niall is the one who always falls asleep first. His head was resting awkwardly between the seat rest and the window while Zayn’s head had lolled onto Niall’s shoulder. It was a cute sight.

Harry’s eyes were slowly drooping too as he curled up, resting his head on his rolled up hoodie against the window where both Louis and Liam were wide awake.

Louis always seemed awake, whenever they had a long journey and one of the boys woke up, Louis would still be sat there, still wide awake with no signs of any tiredness. Liam was usually like the other three, managing to fall asleep easily but he was far too worried on where they were being taken to fall asleep that easily.

They had been on the same icy, windy road for the last hour or so with no other passing traffic, just surrounded by mountains. He was starting to think the driver was lost. The fascination of the mountains had wore off pretty quick, the same rocks and snow was a boring sight to them like they were as common as seeing the sky and the grass every day.

“Erm...excuse me?” Liam asked slowly, catching the driver’s attention. He didn’t even know if this guy spoke any English.

“Yes Mr...Layne?” The driver replied, quickly looking down at his information for Liam’s (fake) name.

“Yeah erm, I don’t want to sound rude but are we lost?” Liam questioned

“No Mr, we are nearing the destination soon” The driver told him.

Liam nodded as he sat back in his seat, crossing his arms.

“We better get there soon” Louis groaned, rubbing his hands up and down his face “I hate this”

“We all do, this must be one of their worst ideas” Liam replied, shaking his head in annoyance.

“I just wish that...we could go back to the X Factor days sometimes...we had no worries, the only worry we had was getting through the next round but comparing that to our worries now...” Louis revealed truthfully, fiddling with a loose thread on his trousers.

“I understand” Liam smiled gently as he rapped his arm around Louis and hugged him tightly. “We’ll be okay”

“I hope so...” Louis murmured.

    “Sir? Sir you need to wake up now!” The driver told them as he parked outside a wooden lodge.

Louis yawned as he opened his eyes, adjusting to the light. He didn’t even realize that he had fallen asleep on Liam’s shoulder but the two obviously must have dropped off like the others had.

He grunted, jumping out the car to hear a crunch of the snow beneath his feet and it wasn’t long before the four joined him, staring at the place they would be staying at for however long.

It was a completely wooden lodge quite spacious but at the same time tiny compared to their house at home. Harry grasped the cold key which they were given and pushed it into the lock, about to turn it when they heard the car starting up and driving away. They were alone.

Harry turned back to the door and turned the key, pushing the door open cautiously. The furniture was pretty modern, something you wouldn’t expect if you just saw the outside. Although the boys didn’t look around their new home properly because they had to do the thing they always did when they were staying the night in another place. Fight for the best room.

Liam, being the fastest runner, managed to bag the room with the en suite. Zayn got the next best room with an amazing view of the mountains; it was almost like a painting. Louis got the next one with an okay view and the bathroom was right next to his room.

So it was the fight for the better of the last two rooms.

Harry and Niall both realized which one was the best one as they noticed the room and the bed was bigger also it had more wardrobe space. They both sprinted like it would be the last thing they did before they died while Liam, Louis and Zayn watched from the doorway of their room, refusing to leave it until everyone had unpacked and settled into their own room.

Except both Harry and Niall ran to the doorway at the same time, making them crash together and topple to the ground. Niall had fallen first so Harry landed on top of him, making them both blush.

“G-Get off me curly” Niall joked shakily as he noticed Harry was searching Niall’s amazingly beautiful blue eyes.

“Sorry” Harry grinned sheepishly, just as embarrassed as the flustered pair heard laughter behind them where the three were in stitches at the situation. “You can have the room; call it compensation for being my landing mat”

“Thanks” Niall replied, keeping his eyes glued on the thick white carpet beneath his feet.

Harry scampered out the room, quickly going to his own room while Niall shut his bedroom door and laid down on the bed. What the hell had just happened?!

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Chapter 1- The Lodge

Harry searched blindly for his phone in the darkness he was drowning in, a crack of light floating through from under the slight gap in his bedroom curtains. When his hand had grasped the slightly cold phone, he pressed on the top button, wincing as his eyes got used to the extremely bright light radiating off it. It was part of his routine now, go on his phone, click the little logo with the bird on it (Twitter) and see what rumours were spreading about him.

Sleeping with 410 women… They still haven’t got over that one?!

Had an affair with his high school teacher… Ooh! That’s a new one!

The only thing which he thinks about it sex… They’re mind readers now?

  Harry groaned, not wanting to see any more of the shit they were saying about him as he placed his phone back on the bedside table beside him and threw on some sweat pants to go downstairs because he knew the boys didn’t appreciate him coming down naked, especially when they’re eating.

“Front page, this one must be good…come on then Li” Louis sighed as he noticed Liam reading the newspaper with their faces plastered over the front cover. They were used to that in the early times of their career except they were good things…dominating America…biggest boy band in the world…but now it was just hate, hate and more hate.

Liam took a deep breath and started to read off the paper.

“We used to think One Direction were the clean-cut, innocent young boys who just cared about making their young fans happy. They were once seen as role models and now no one can actually admit that they looked up to them. Posters have been taken down, CD’s stuffed to the back of the cupboard and the songs classed as the ‘Embarrassing ones I used to like’. In this article we’ll give you what One Direction are really like.

Liam Payne, he used to be the ‘Daddy Direction’ of the group but ever since he broke up with long-term girlfriend Danielle Peazer a year ago, he’s seen out in clubs every other night. Maybe it’s because he’s loving single life a bit more than he should or maybe just because he can with his two kidneys. But an alcoholic shouldn’t be a young girl’s role model”

Liam shoved the paper to Louis whose section was next.

“Louis Tomlinson, the oldest of the group should be the most mature, right? Yet he’s an immature person who is never serious about anything. You may think that’s a good think but when you add sassiness to the mix, you equal a rude man”

Next was Niall.

“You would think there was nothing to say about the most innocent of the group Niall Horan yet when ‘certain’ words come out his mouth, that image is swiped away. The swear words come out of his mouth so often its unbelievable. This is teaching young girls words they should never even hear that young”

Harry was next but he refused to read it, he had read enough about him for one morning so it was Zayn last.

“And last is Zayn Malik, covered in tattoos. Every time we see a picture of him, there is a new addition and I think it’s disgusting, he shouldn’t be encouraging young people to do this”

  The paper was soon scrunched up and thrown in the bin with the rest of them. It was getting out of hand now and they hardly had any ‘directioners’ to stick up for them. They grew up since they were on the X Factor, why was that such a problem?!

Their deep thoughts were interrupted when the house phone rang, echoing round the room which broke the silence surrounding them.

Zayn sighed and reached over to get it.

“Hello?”

“We need you all to come into a meeting as soon as possible please” The receptionist of SYCO told them.

Zayn sighed and put the phone down; it would just be their managers ranting on at them about all the hate.

“Meeting as soon as possible, we need to get ready and get there” Zayn announced, groans escaping everyone’s mouths as they knew they were in for at least an hour of torture.

  “Come in” Their main manager, Keith, bellowed with his deep voice before Niall pushed the glass door open. It was a long desk, all the important people of their record company sitting on one side with five chairs set out on another. They felt like they were going to be interrogated…like usual.

“We think the hate is getting out of hand, your image as a boy band is getting worse and worse and I’m afraid to say but there are new bands on the block now and are able to overtake you in the music industry with the click of their fingers. We have a plan to make all the bad press die down and when you get back into the eyes of the reporters and the public, you are going to come back as that boy band we used to see. We know you haven’t changed much but the press make it sound like you have” Keith explained.

“They see us 24/7, how are we meant to stay out of the public eye?! Lock us in the basement?!” Harry retorted, crossing his arms.

“Mr Styles…” One of the ‘important’ other members said in a warning tone to ‘calm’ Harry down.

“No Harry, we are sending you all to a secluded lodge in the mountains. We can’t tell you the location but we assure you this plan will work” Keith explained

They all were about to retort when Keith interrupted them.

“We will send you the information later, pack your bags. You’re leaving in the morning” He told them before he packed up his things and simply left.

They had no choice in this what so ever…they were going to a lodge in the middle of nowhere with no contact with anyone. This was going to be torture although at least they had each other…