the song for this chapter is "you should see me in a crown," by Billie Eilish, and I suggest you start playing it at Tate's second POV :)

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You should see me in a crownYour silence is my favorite soundWatch me make 'em bowOne by one by oneOne by one by one
Count my cards, watch them fallBlood on a marble wallI like the way they allScream

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Tate

     As I stood there, leaned up against the walls of the restaurant, I really just needed to talk to someone. And not just anyone.

   I needed to talk to Abel. 

   And so, wiping the tears from under my eyes, I reached into my bag and quickly pulled out the burner phone, before snapping my purse shut once again. 

   My shaky hands fumbled with the phone, the tears I just wiped being replaced by a new set, and they blurred my vision as they welled up in my eyes. I swiped through the contacts that Harry had programmed into my phone until finally, I found Abel's name.

   I pressed the call button and brought the phone to my ear. The phone rang out the agonizing dial tone a few times, and I was growing discouraged.

  "Pick up, pick up, pick up," I muttered to myself quietly.

  Right when I was about to give up and end the call, I heard a break in the line, the sound of things clunking around, and finally, a frazzled voice spoke out, a voice that I was so happy to hear.

  "Hello? Tate, is everything okay?" Abel asked in concern.

I pressed my lips together and swallowed the painful lump that had been bobbing up and down in my throat.

   "I am fine...physically...but...but," I trailed off, not even wanting to say the words aloud. 

 "Tate...what happened...where's Harry?" He asked softly.

   "We were at dinner, and I ran to the bathroom to fix my hair, and when I came back...he was in our private room, with some girl straddling his waist, kissing her," I finally managed to get out, the ache in my heart intensifying as I gave the words further validation.

    The line was quiet. I couldn't even hear static, and I pulled the phone away from my ear briefly just to confirm the call was still going.

   "He...he wouldn't. Why would he- oh I'm gonna fucking kill him," Abel seethed into the phone, and I could practically see him gripping it to the point his knuckles turned white.

    "I don't understand it either. Why would he do this? He knew I'd be right back. And the worst part is when I walked back into the room, he didn't even acknowledge that I was there," I sighed.

   "He didn't?" Abel asked, his tone changing to one of genuine surprise.

  "No. He just sat there, with his hands on her hips, he didn't move a muscle-" 

   Suddenly I stopped speaking, and I felt sick.

     "Oh my gosh. Abel...he didn't move a muscle," I said again, emphasizing it even more.

   "Tate...what are you getting at?" Abel asked, sounding just as worried as I felt.

   I could practically feel the blood draining from my body as the realization sunk in. 

     Harry noticed everything. The night that I tried to escape from his flat, he told me he basically had a sixth sense for things. His reactions were always immediate. He was always on alert.

   Even if he hadn't thought it was me coming in the room, if he had thought it was the waiter, he still would have been on high alert. He would have pulled away, he would have reacted.

  "Tate?" Abel asked again more urgently.

  "It was a setup," I suddenly breathed out. 

     I saw the image of the mystery woman on his lap, and I saw how loosely Harry's hands were placed on her hips, not moving even the slightest amount. How his head stayed in the same place. 

    And the sound of the kissing.

 Normally when two people kiss, it creates a different sound than when one person presses a kiss to the other person's lips. The sound I heard when I walked into the room was one that reminded me of when Harry would press multiple kisses all over my face.

  "It was what?" Abel practically yelled into the phone, causing me to jump a little bit.

  I flashed back to the bathroom, how Avery walked in just moments after I did. How she tried to stir up a conversation, and how, when I was about to walk away, she grabbed my arm, almost like she was trying to keep me in there for as long as possible.

    And how stupid I had been to think that Harry, my Harry, would ever do something like that to me.

   "Tate. Where are you now?" Abel asked nervously.

 "I-I'm outside the restaurant," I spit out quickly. 

   "And where is Harry?" He whispered.

 "Oh my gosh, I need to get back in there," I breathed out, and immediately, my feet were carrying me back to the entrance of the restaurant, pushing open the doors and keeping the phone pressed to my ear.  

     With the pace I was walking at, I might as well have been running as I pushed past the various people in the restaurant, keeping my eyes trained on the oak door to the room that I had left just moments ago. 

   After what seemed like a lifetime, my free hand was fumbling to open the doorknob, praying that I wasn't right, praying that Harry was still here.

   I practically threw open the door, hoping to find a moment of relief, but instead, feeling the equivalent of what I imagined it would be like to have your heart beaten up by a baseball bat. 

   My free hand flew up to my mouth, covering it in horror.

"He's gone," I mumbled through my fingers, but even with the muffled volume of my words, Abel heard them loud and clear.

   "Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck," Abel rattled off repeatedly into the phone, and I pictured him so clearly tugging at his hair and adjusting his glasses in frustration.

   An idea popped into my head, and I could only hope that it would work.

  "Wait, Abel. Harry still has his regular phone on him. Whoever took him may have thrown it out, but it's worth a shot. Do you think you can pull up the tracking data on it and see if it has moved any?" I practically begged.

   Almost instantly I heard the sound of fingers scrolling across a keyboard. Abel didn't reply, but I knew that he was working on it. 

   I heard him faintly mumbling, "come on, please," and heard the pain in his voice. 

 "Thank you!" Abel suddenly cried out in relief.

   "You got it?" I asked eagerly.

 "Yes! His phone shows that he's moving, probably in a car or something. Once it stops, we can get the coordinates. I'll get the rest of the boys ready and we will be there soon. Go back to the hotel room and wait for us until we get there," he instructed.

   "I am not waiting in the hotel room," I stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. 

  There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Abel replied to me.

 "Tate, you need to. Harry would want you to be safe-" he began but my emotions overtook the control I had over my mouth, and I cut Abel off abruptly.

   "Yes, Abel. Harry would want me to be safe. Harry would have figured out that it was a setup sooner if the roles had been reversed. Harry wouldn't have let his hurt feelings cause him to walk out on me and leave me there completely helpless. Harry would want me to be safe, and I sure as hell need him to be," I spit out. 

   "Tate, I don't know-" he started, but once again, I interjected.

 "Abel, just answer me this: if it was me in this situation, what do you think Harry would do?"

  Without an ounce of hesitation, Abel replied.

    "He would drop everything and go and find you," he sighed.

 "Exactly. So, as I said...I'm not waiting in the hotel room. Harry trained me to defend myself, just like you told him to. And I'm good, Abel," I tried to encourage him, make him feel some sort of reassurance.

   "I am sure you are, Tate. But if the moment comes, and you need to kill someone, are you prepared to do that?" He countered. 

   Just as he was quick to answer me earlier, so was I to answer him.

 "For Harry? Without a doubt."

   Abel once again let out a long and pained sigh, and I could tell he knew that there was no point in arguing with me now.

  "Fine. As soon as his location stops, I will send you the coordinates. I am calling our pilots, and we are getting on a plane and will meet you there. In the meantime, do whatever it is that you need to do to prepare. And Tate? Please be safe. I don't want to fly all the way to Spain just to have Harry kick my ass if you get hurt," he pleaded, although there was a slight hint of amusement in his voice near the end. 

    I was able to chuckle slightly at his words, knowing that he was correct in that even if Harry was battered and bruised, his first and only concern would be that I was safe. And I now had to do the same for him.

    "Will do. I am headed to the hotel now, keep me updated," I sighed.

 "You too, talk to you soon," he replied, and with that, I ended the call. 

     I ran up to the valet and I think perhaps startled him with my frantic demeanor.

 "Hi, may I have my car pulled up? It is the light blue bronco," I asked quickly.

   "Yes ma'am, right away," he nodded, fiddling around a bit before securing the keys and jogging off to retrieve the vehicle.

   I tapped my heels anxiously against the pavement while I waited, letting out an audible sigh of relief when I finally saw the car pulling up, although feeling a pang in my heart knowing that it would not have its other passenger on this ride. 

  I pulled a wad of cash out quickly, something that Harry had stuffed in my bag before we left, just in case I needed it.

    I didn't even check to see how much I had given him, but I am guessing it was an outrageous amount by the way his eyes widened when I handed it to him.

   "Ma'am, this is far too much," he protested, but I held my hand up to stop him.

 "Please, keep it," I pleaded, and he opened his mouth to object, but then promptly closed it, nodding at me.

   "Thank you, thank you very much, have a great rest of your evening," he grinned.

 "Of course, and you too," I replied, forcing a smile to mask the adrenaline and anger coursing through my body.

   He plopped the keys into my hand and I quickly jogged around to the driver's side of the vehicle, hopping in and sticking the keys into the ignition, sending the car roaring to life, and pulling off to head back to the hotel. 

   I didn't bother to check what the speed limit was as I drove, but I was almost positive that I was going way over it. 

  You would have thought I was in a sports car with the way I was driving, and I honestly wished I was, it would have been a lot easier to maneuver compared to this car, which I loved, but which was traditionally used as a leisure vehicle. 

     I pulled up to the hotel in no time, cutting off the engine and sprinting up to the valet, tossing him the keys.

   "Sorry, in a hurry," I laughed and he just chuckled as I looked a little insane running into the lobby doors of the grand hotel. 

    I quickly approached the elevator, sliding into the doors as soon as they opened and pressing our floor number. The elevator moved too slow for my liking, and just as quickly as I had got on it, so did I get off of it, running down the hall and skidding to a stop when I reached our room. 

   I shut the door to the room a little harder than I intended to but didn't stop for a minute as I walked up to the bed, crouching down and pulling out Harry's black duffle bag from underneath it. 

    I unzipped it to find it loaded to the brim with weapons, and I never thought I'd be so happy to see them. I reached in and pulled out the bulletproof vest that Harry had packed for me, he had his in there as well, and I wished so badly that he had it on him now, there was no telling what was happening to him wherever he was. 

    I slipped the vest up onto my body underneath my dress, and clipped it to my body, tugging my dress down and smoothing it a bit, surprised at how you couldn't notice I was even wearing the vest. 

   I zipped it back up after I decided that instead of just trying to pick and choose, I would take them all. 

    I bent back down and pulled out the other bag stuffed with cash, and grabbed a few bundles of cash, zipping the bag shut and sliding it back under the bed, and then opening Harry's black duffle a bit so that I could add the cash to the various weapons, before securing the bag shut once more. 

    With perfect timing, I heard the faint sound of my phone buzzing, and I rapidly grabbed it and answered the call, pressing it to my ear.

  "Hello?" I asked eagerly.

   "Hey, Tate, we are on the plane now. Whit called a few favors and got our takeoff time moved up so that we avoid any air traffic. We will be there soon. I got Harry's location, I'm sending it to you now. Do you have everything you need?" He asked as if he were a parent making sure that their child remembered to grab their lunch before heading to the bus. 

  "Thank goodness. Yes, I have everything. I'm about to head down and get the car, then I'll be on my way. You guys can meet me there," I replied promptly.

   "Sounds good. Don't worry Tate...we'll get him back," he answered softly but surely.

 I pressed my lips together and let out a breath of air.

   "Yeah, we will." 

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Harry

       I woke up feeling like I had an enormous hangover, my brain feeling foggy and my body was numb for a few moments when I first came to.

   However, unlike a bad night of drinking, I remembered everything that happened before I was knocked out. Once those realizations set in, I jerked my body to stand up, only to find that I was restrained. 

   "The fuck?" I mumbled to myself, realizing that I was sat on a cold stone floor, and my hands were restrained by a long chain. I glanced and saw that the chain was adjustable, and could be pulled and stopped at certain lengths. Whoever had put them on me decided they wanted to keep me floored. 

   I involuntarily pulled at the chains out of anger when I recalled the mystery woman who had jabbed me with the syringe and taken me away from my Tate.

  Oh my fuck.

   Tate.

 Was she here too? Was she okay? Did they hurt her? What happened after I was knocked out?

  My angry eyes darted around to check out the rest of my surroundings, and I furrowed my brows when I saw that I was in a cell of some sort. 

   What the fuck was this? Medieval times?

 "Well, well, well! Look who's awake!" An annoyingly familiar voice spoke out, and I grimaced as the auburn-haired woman walked up to the cell door, tauntingly swinging the key to the door on her finger. 

   "Usually I am a gentleman, but you don't seem like much of a lady, you seem like a bitch. So, let's skip the formalities, and how about you tell me exactly what is going on before I rip out of these chains and make you, where is she?" I spat out.

   She threw her head back and laughed, before leaning forward and gripping the bars to the cell with her bony fingers.

 "You missed all the fun, darling. Once I knocked you out, I decided to mess with your little girlfriend a little, and straddled you, and began to kiss you. You have soft lips by the way," she winked, and I tugged even harder at my restraints.

    "Easy, tiger. Anyways, she must have been pretty hurt, because as soon as she opened the door, I heard her annoying little voice gasp, and then she left," she grinned evilly. 

    My heart shattered at the thought of Tate seeing that. At the thought of her thinking that I would ever cheat on her. I'd have to be a complete idiot to do that. 

  "Where the fuck is she?" I snapped, venom dripping off of my lips as I spoke.

 She shrugged carelessly. "I don't fucking know, and I don't care. We were instructed to get you, not her," she explained. 

   I furrowed my brows at her. "Who's we? Who sent you?"

She rolled her eyes, and then looked to her side, where suddenly, another woman in an emerald green dress appeared, her light brown hair tucked into a low bun, and a smug grin on her plum painted lips. 

    "How rude of me, Harry, this is Avery. And I am Robin. Avery here was in charge of distracting your girlfriend so that I'd have time to...subdue you, and who do you think sent us? The same people who have been coming after you since the start," she replied. 

   "You expect me to believe that you two carried me out of a restaurant?" I scoffed.

 Avery smirked at Robin and let out a muffled chuckle. "No, we did not. We aren't alone. There are about twenty-five or so other men here, we figured we needed some extra hands to make sure you didn't get away," she answered smugly. 

   "And just what am I doing here? Whatever you expect to get out of me, you won't," I stated plainly.

   "Oh, I wouldn't be too sure about that. Love makes a man do crazy things," Robin sighed, looking at her nails with a bored expression on her face.

   My heart skipped a beat at her choice of words. They were ones that I had never said aloud, or even admitted to myself, but as they left her mouth, something deep inside me identified that there was a bit of truth to them. 

   If only I were back at the hotel room with Tate. If only I could tell her things... if I could hold her, and make her feel safe, and have her make me feel safe. 

  Just then, three men appeared next to the arrogant females staring at me condescendingly. 

    "Harry, meet Christof, Lenny, and Saul. They will...accompany you for a while, try and get to know you," Avery laughed, darkness to her words. 

   I looked up at the men, unimpressed. They thought they were so strong, but the only reason they'd be able to get the upper hand with me is because of the chains holding me in place. In a fair fight, I'd be able to kill them all with my bare hands within a matter of minutes. 

   Robin unlocked the cell door and allowed the men to enter, and they sauntered in like a pack of wolves, ready to tear apart their prey.

  I knew I could withstand whatever pain they might cause me physically, but if Tate's life was put at stake, I don't know how much I would be able to handle it.

   "You might as well start talking, Styles, no one is coming to save you. And I'd hate to think of that poor, defenseless girlfriend of yours getting roughed up, wouldn't you?" Saul taunted. 

   I pressed my lips firmly together, gritting my teeth to the point where I actually feared I might. chip a couple of teeth.

    But I partially did this to hide a smile, because if there was one thing that Tate was not, it was defenseless. But they didn't know this. 

   Christof walked over to the pulley system that the chains were attached to, roughly jerking it down and causing me to painfully be pulled to my feet, before securing it in place once again. 

   Lenny walked up to me and gripped my face, pinching his nails into my skin, and I instantly spat in his face, just as Tate had boldly done to me the night that I was sent to kidnap her.

  This took him back a bit, and he used his free hand to wipe his face quickly, before gripping my face even harder.

  "Go to hell," he seethed through gritted teeth,

  I smirked through his hold on my face. "You first."

    With that, he brought his hand away from my face, only to ball it up in a fist and connect it with my jaw. 

   Even though the pain was there, I didn't show any signs of discomfort. I had been put through far worse, and they were going to have to do a lot more than this to get me to crack.

  "Where are the fucking passwords?" Lenny demanded, this time throwing a punch to my stomach, and I pressed my lips together to stop the groan from leaving my lips. 

   "I think I tied them to that stick you have shoved up your ass, might wanna double-check?" I shrugged, chuckling at the frustration on his face. 

  Saul shoved Lenny lightly out of the way and backhanded me harshly. 

   "You won't have that smart mouth on you for much longer. If you don't watch your tone, the next person I make scream is Tate, and I will take my time with her," he warned. 

   My eyes narrowed and I quickly lifted both of my legs in the air, ignoring the pain of being suspended by only my arms, and kicked him in the gut. 

  I knocked the wind out of him, and he sputtered and stumbling backward, trying to catch the breath that I had just forced out of him.

  Christof approached me instead, and I mentally prepared myself to be these bastards' personal punching bag for a while and tried to hone in on a distraction to mask the pain. 

    The first thing that my mind drifted to was, of course, Tate. But more specifically, how I felt about her. I couldn't get Robin's words out of my mind...

  "Love makes a man do crazy things."

   Could it be that I was in love with Tate? I never in a million years dreamed that I would find anyone who was capable of breaking down the iron walls I had put up around my heart. But the more that I thought about it, the more it started to sink in that it was becoming more and more true each day.

    As I continued to take the hits and kicks that the men bestowed upon me, a grin spread on my lips, which only angered them more. But I couldn't help it, the possibility that I had found love when I thought that my heart would be made of stone forever was the best numbing cream that anyone could apply. 

   And I decided right then and there, as another slap was delivered to my face, that if I ever got out of this... if I ever saw Tate again, I would tell her how I truly felt. 

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Tate

     I had the coordinates pulled up on the GPS on my phone, and once again, I was driving like a daredevil. I was nearly there and had been driving for a seemingly endless hour and a half already. 

    With each mile closer to my destination, my adrenaline and anger were doubled, and I had absolutely no doubt that if I had to, I could kill anyone who got in my way. 

  Abel had texted me and told me that they had found a small airport closer to where Harry was than where he and I had landed, and that they would be landing soon, and had a helicopter that would get them to me within ten or fifteen minutes once they did. 

    I wasn't going to wait for them to arrive though, and I made sure Abel was aware of that. He didn't even attempt to talk me out of it, the determination in my voice telling him that there was no getting me to back down. 

     I glanced down at the GPS and saw that I was now less than a mile away. There was absolutely no sign of civilization around, and there hadn't been for about the last half hour of my drive. 

   I pulled over and hid the car in between some trees when I was about 700 feet away. I peered through the windshield and could make out an old building, one that looked like something out of a history book, or perhaps like the lair of a villain in a fairytale. 

  I unbuckled my seatbelt and texted Abel a quick, 'here' before getting out of the car and opening up the back seat to open up Harry's duffle. 

    I sifted through it and found Harry's holster that he sometimes had threaded through the belt loops of his pants, and secured it around my own hips instead. I slipped two pistols in on either side of the holster, lifting up my dress slightly to make sure none of my throwing knives had fallen off and surprised that I hadn't accidentally stabbed myself yet. 

      I never would have guessed that one day I'd be standing in the woods in the middle of nowhere, with a black dress and heeled boots on, and that I'd be accessorized with firearms and blades. 

    But alas, here I was, pretty, pissed off, and absolutely deadly. 

 I loaded the holster up with extra ammo like Harry had taught me to, and reached into the bag to grab one of the most intimidating guns of all.

    The automatic machine gun. 

       I double-checked that the safety was on, and then slung the heavy artillery over my body, feeling the cool metal against my back even through the fabric of my dress. I peeked down and confirmed that I had the safety on the pistols switched on as well, before glancing back on more time into the bag. 

    I saw some larger knives, and I tucked the blades inward, before sliding the clips of them onto the inside of my boots, so that, if all else failed, I could pull them out and use them as well. 

    Once I was sure I had everything that I needed, I zipped the bag shut and grabbed my phone off of the seat, before shutting the car door. 

   I clicked open on the screen and saw a message from Abel. 

 "On helicopter now, be there in ten or fifteen. Go kick some ass :)"

   I smiled to myself as I read the text and then slipped the phone into my boot. 

   I took in a deep breath and looked up at the worn-down structure I was about to walk into, channeling all of my rage and adrenaline, and then slowly letting the breath out. 

  I smirked to myself and cracked my knuckles, before beginning the walk up to the building.

  "Showtime," I mumbled quietly, the anticipation growing with each step that I took. 

   As I grew closer to the building, I reached down and flipped the safety off on both pistols, so that they would be ready to use at a moment's notice.

  Surprisingly enough, I wasn't nervous at all. If you had asked me a few months ago if I would have ever thought I was capable of doing what I was about to do, I would have laughed in your face, slapped my knee, and told you what a good joke that was.

   But now, I was fully prepared, eager even, to cause pain to the people who had taken Harry away from me. 

   I suddenly heard the very faint, almost inaudible sound of helicopter blades whirring in the sky, the only reason I was able to hear them being that my senses were at an all-time high. I smiled and looked off into the distance and saw the black helicopter growing closer and closer, knowing that my backup would be here soon.

   Not that I needed it. But it was nice to have, just in case. 

   I reached the door to the building, sighing in relief when I found that it was unlocked.

 I guess they never would have thought that I'd be coming to the rescue, which was fine by me, it gave me even more of an edge than I already had. 

   I pushed the door open and closed it quietly behind me, and instantly got chills.

 This place strongly resembled where my nightmare had taken place. And I could still hear Harry's cries ringing out, causing me to shiver slightly.

   I tried to rid them from my mind, but they wouldn't go away, and suddenly, I realized that I wasn't just hearing things.

   Harry really was crying out in pain. 

  My thoughts were cut off when I heard a voice.

   "What the fuck are you doing here?" A deep voice chuckled.

 An unknown man stepped into the hallway, glaring down at me.

  He took in the sight of me strapped to full capacity with weapons and laughed harder.

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  "Aw, how cute. Styles' little girlfriend came to the rescue," he teased, pouting his lip out at me. 

 His eyes then narrowed at me, and I watched him place his hand on the gun hanging off his hip.

  "Nice try, darling, too bad you'll be dead before you get to him," he shrugged, pulling out his gun and aiming it at me.

   I laughed, unimpressed at him.

    "Oh, I'll be just fine. But you on the other hand?" I smirked, placing my hands on both of the pistols, lifting them up, "Let's just say things aren't gonna end well for you," I continued, and with that, I fired the gun, piercing his hand and causing him to drop his weapon, screaming out in agony. 

   As soon as I fired the first bullet, I fired the second with the opposite gun, nailing him right in the head, not even flinching as the blood splattered against the wall behind him and his lifeless body fell to the floor. 

    I heard the sound of footsteps stomping through the building, no doubt coming to find out what had been the source of the gunshots. 

   I sighed and cracked my neck, impatiently waiting for the footsteps to arrive so that I could get some more target practice in before finding Harry.

    About five other men appeared, looking from me, to the dead body, then back to me again, their eyes wide in bewilderment as they searched behind me, not wanting to believe that I had been the one to kill the dead man on the floor. 

   "You? Aren't you Styles' girl? What the fuck are you doing? Shouldn't you be hiding in a corner somewhere?" One of them laughed in disbelief. 

     I shrugged at him casually. "Yeah, I probably should be," I began, looking the five men up and down...

   "But then again, I've grown less and less fond of doing what I'm told."

  As soon as I finished speaking, I began firing again.

    I clearly caught them off guard, and they struggled to get out their weapons.

  I pierced one of them in the shoulder, and as soon as I saw another man raising his gun, I hit him right in between the eyes.

   I began to walk down the seemingly endless hallway, a gun in each hand, the only sounds able to be heard being gunshots, screams, and the faint sound of my heels clicking against the stone floors. 

    "We need backup!" One of them shouted, but as soon as he finished speaking, I pierced him right through the heart.

    "Oh shut up, will you? You're ruining all of the fun!" I chuckled, completely void of any emotion other than anger. 

     More footsteps could be heard echoing against the walls, and I just grinned, they could send as many people as they wanted down here...

   It was their funeral.

   There were three men left, although all of them were badly wounded, and so, I decided to do them the favor of putting them out of their misery and put a bullet through each of their heads. 

    I was about halfway down the hallway when suddenly more men appeared, this time, about seven of them.

   I rolled my eyes as they tried to puff out their chests and intimidate me, and just kept walking, both guns out in front of me, firing away.

    After I had released about three shots, I clicked the pistols only to find that they were empty.

  "Looks like you're out of luck doll," one of them laughed.

   I just laughed incredulously, dropping the empty pistols on the ground, and swinging the strap of the machine gun off of my body, cocking it, and then pointing it at him.

   "Oh really? I was just getting started," I smiled darkly, and pulled the trigger, sending multiple bullets flying through the hair, piercing his skin and causing his body to jolt a few times, before falling to the ground dead. 

    The other six men couldn't help but stare at me with their eyes wide, and I scoffed.

  "Well?" I asked impatiently. "Who's next?" 

    Just then, I heard the now roaring sound of helicopter blades, and I smirked to myself, knowing that any minute now, the rest of the boys would be here. 

   "Who the fuck did you call?" One of them screamed charging at me and pushing me against the wall. I just laughed as my body collided with the wall, because the fucking idiot pushed a girl with a loaded machine gun, and now, I had it pointed right at his stomach. 

    "At least buy me dinner first, sweetheart," I teased, before firing the gun right into all of his internal organs, using a heeled foot to kick his bloodied body off of me. 

     "Well, well, look at this! Tate, couldn't you have waited for us to start the fun?" I heard a familiar voice ask from behind me, and I smiled.

     "Shoot them! Shoot them all! What the fuck are you waiting for?" Another useless man yelled out, and immediately, bullets started flying. 

  I jumped to the side as I quite literally dodged a bullet, before raising the machine gun and spraying it out across the room, causing three of the men to fall down dead. The other two men had run to the entrance... and I turned around to finally face the voice that had called out to me.

  "Sorry Will," I shrugged, grinning and wiping a bit of splattered blood off of my cheek, "You took too damn long."

    Will shook his head in amazement, and I gave a small wave to Niall and Abel, who nodded at me, practically beaming, all three of them with pistols in their hands. 

   Will quickly took down one of the two men, while Abel shot the other in the knee, and Niall finished the job, shooting him right in the heart.

    I ran up to them, holding the gun in a safe position as my heels echoed off the floor.

  "Come here, Tater Tot," Niall chuckled, pulling me into a hug. 

    I laughed and felt relieved to have them here, to have a sense of familiarity, to have support.

  Abel was the next to greet me, pulling me in tight and mumbling into my ear as he squeezed me.

  "I'm so glad you're safe."

    And last, was Will. 

    We stared at each other for a second, before we both broke out into grins, going in for the hug at the same time.

   "You know you're a badass, right?" Will laughed as we pulled away from the hug.

   "Yes, yes I do," I nodded.

  All of a sudden, Will's eyes shifted quickly behind me, and without warning, he pushed the top of my head down and fired a bullet.

   I heard a faint groan, and then a thud, and I lifted my head and turned around to see a newly dead body on the ground.

   I turned back to Will and smiled softer this time. We had come so far in our friendship, and it was one of the biggest accomplishments for both of us.

   "Thank you, seriously," I spoke, and he nodded.

  "Don't worry Tate, I've got your back," he replied.

 I heard the sound of shouting from behind them, and peered behind Will to see two men running towards them, guns raised.

   I pushed them all to the side and began spraying the bullets once again, watching as two more of the incompetent creatures fell to the ground.

  I turned back to Will with a sly grin on my face.

   "And I've got yours."

     Suddenly, I heard Harry's voice shouting out in pain, and my eyes widened.

  "Niall, go with Tate to get Harry. Abel and I will stay here," Will instructed, and we all nodded.

    Without saying another word, Niall and I began jogging down the hallway and towards the staircase that the other men had descended from. 

    Harry's cries got louder as we approached them, and my heartbeat was thumping hard enough that I could hear it. 

    I began to hear the sound of gunshots behind us as we ran, but I knew that Will and Abel had it covered, and neither Niall nor I stopped to turn around and check, we both were hyperfocused on one thing, and one thing only...

    Getting Harry back...

 And killing any worthless piece of shit that got in our way.

AN: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THIS WAS SUCH A LONG CHAPTER WOW! BUT ONE OF MY FAVORITES! I HOPE YOU LOVE IT AS MUCH AS I DO! I AM GOING TO TRY AND GET THE NEXT UPDATE UP TONIGHT AS WELL! PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO VOTE AND COMMENT AND SHARE THIS STORY IF YOU LIKE IT! I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH! xx, G