26 days.

Or is it 25?

I'm starting to lose my mind as I slowly start to fall apart. I've spent a weeks in this dark room with little to no food. I have burn scars all across my body and I've gotten so use to the pain of all the torture it's almost numbing to me.

How come no one has come to find me?

How come Harry hasn't come to find me?

Those are just thoughts that cross my mind daily. Does Harry even care that I'm missing anymore?

No matter how hard I try to tell myself that this isn't Harry's fault the women keeps brain washing me with the idea that Harry is behind all of this to get rid of me.

"Why would Harry want someone like you? A nobody from Boston. You were just used. Why don't you get that? She spoke into my ear while getting the metal bar she uses to brand my skin.

This can't be true. Harry loves me. He has to love me? Why would he do this to me? Or to anyone? Why would he cause this much pain to such an innocent person.

I didn't do anything wrong.

"Let me see her!" I hear a voice yell.

I swear I recognize that accent. I've spent 8 days in this dark room to only hear the sounds of my own screams. I know exactly who's voice that is.

"You said you were gonna have her sign a contract then she would be gone! Not this!" He yells again.

"And you think she would keep her mouth shut about this? Not that easy Niall."

Niall. I knew it.

"Niall!" I scream as loud as possible. My voice sounding a bit hoarse from lack of water.

"Help!"

I yell louder.

"Help! Please." I start to sob.

"Please help me." I mumble through sobs until I hear the sound of a heavy metal door opening.

I straighten up and shut my mouth.

"Silly girl." The women enters wearing her usual black attire.

"Ooh Niall save me. Help help." She mimics.

"The room is sound proof. No one can hear you." She laughs. And pulls out an object from her pocket. She presses a button and I hear my cries for help play back to me.

She has the room bugged. My lip start to quiver knowing Niall was right outside the door but couldn't help me.

No one can help me.

Day 8 is when I heard Niall.

I never heard him again.

Day 17 is when I heard him.

"No Louis I need to stay here." Harry sighs.

"But Harry we can't just keep canceling shows. And this place is in the middle of nowhere, you don't really wanna stay here?" Louis complains.

Have they stopped touring because of me?

"I can do whatever the fuck I want! I need peace and quiet!"

I hear a crash from above my head and know he threw something on the ground out of anger.

I know if I try yelling I'll get punished like last time.

"Come on Harry just walk down the stairs." I whisper to myself.

After sitting in this room for two weeks I've come to conclusion I'm being held in a basement. A few times I've heard men and women walking around upstairs. None have entered the basement. Where I'm being captive.

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