POV: Ashley

Everything ached and felt bruised.

I looked back at where Liam had been seen jogging away from us down the road.

I took in a shaky breath and looked up at the curly lock of hair above me.

I felt the sudden urge to cry, but I bit my lip in frustration. Still though, some tears leaked out.

The boy noticed of course and he looked down at me concern apparent on his face.

"What's-" he began, but I interrupted him.

"Nothing, but I have to ask you. Why do you care so much about what happens to me?" I asked my heart felt like a stone in my chest.

"Um well if we're going to survive you're the one who would know how to do that." He pointed out quietly.

I nodded in agreement, "And that's all?" Disappointment clouded me.

"Well... You can also be nice... Sometimes... And I don't think you were ever gonna hurt us-"

"You don't know that." I pointed out in defense.

"Would you hush up I am trying to speak my feelings." He glared down at me.

I stuck out my lip in a joking pout.

"Anywaysss, I knew that you weren't because your not the kind of kidnapper that Zack and your father are..." He trailed off and I looked up at him in surprise.

"How did you-"

"I'm famous, you think I haven't been warned about a kidnapper that kidnaps famous people and is training a daughter to do the same?" He laughed despite the situation.

"Yes I did think that actually.." I stated.

"Well I was told and I knew it was you from the moment I saw you backstage." He pointed out smiling at me.

"What? Why didn't you say anything? Or do anythin for that matter? And how did you know?" I asked my eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"Because I thought you were hot.. And I knew it was you because when I found out about your father, I googled his daughter. There are a good number of pictures on google images.." He trailed off embarrassed now.

"So you stalked me?" I giggled, the nerve of this dude.

"Did you just giggle??" He laughed with me making his body shake.

"I figured as long as I'm gonna die anyways, may as well laugh for the first time." I pointed out as I sighed.

I suddenly felt myself starting to go unconscious. I had lost too much blood, there was no saving that.

I lifted my not broken arm up and touched Harry's face.

He was beautiful in a way.

But then again they all were.

This lack of blood and oxygen is gettin to me alright...

He looked at me weirdly as I kept my hand there on his cheek, but suddenly I didn't have the strength to keep it there anymore and it dropped limply.

I felt my life ebbing away and my eyes started to flutter shut.

"Ashley! Stay awake!" My eyes snapped open to see Harry with panic in his eyes.

"I'm so tired though.." I muttered, sounding loopy.

Suddenly Niall was above us and he kneeled down next to me and inspected the wound on my stomach.

"It's soaked through..." He trailed off worriedly.

I smiled and giggled again. "You guys are really attractive, did you know that?"

Harry looked really worried now.

Then I got sad again.

"I can't die yet! I haven't even had a real kiss yet!" I muttered squinting my eyes.

"Your talking nonsense now Ashley..." Harry looked down at me in confusion.

"Um I don't think she was making that up.." Niall pointed out smartly.

"No I wasn't." I growled and I grunted in pain as a shock went through me.

"Niall walk away please." Harry stated blandly.

Niall looked like he was going to protest, but kept his mouth shut and walked away quickly to the other lads in the grass.

"Now, what did you mean by that?" He asked softly.

He probably just wanted to keep me awake, but I answered still.

"What I mean is everyone that I've kissed have been people I've kidnapped. I seduce them to buy me time to knock them out." I stated, partially ashamed.

"But you've never really liked them..." He stated, but trailed off and looked down at me in pity.

"Don't look at me that way. I could've if I had wanted to, but my father never allowed it. I wasn't allowed to befriend any boys in school." I muttered as I fought to keep my eyes open.

"Well now you have 5 dude friends." Harry pointed out smirking.

"I tried to kidnap you guys and now you call me your friend? My goodness British people are weird." I laughed, but stopped because it hurt so much.

"Well I know I count you as a friend and I'm sure the other lads are somewhat grateful to you, even when they don't show it." He sighed and smiled slightly. "Do you like anyone?"

I smirked, "You mean do I like YOU?" I rasped sarcastic.

His face went pink as he looked away, as if distracted by something.

"Well if that is the case then I do." I whispered, straining to look up at him.

His green eyes snapped down to me, surprise lighting in them.

"Really?" He asked smiling slightly, his dimples showing.

I nodded smirking. "I figured as long as we die anyways, what does it matter if I tell you?" I stated still looking up at him.

Harry nodded solemnly.

"Well?" I asked impatiently.

"Hm? Oh! I like you too?" He said cautiously.

"Ugh we sound like middle schoolers.." I muttered.

"Would a middle schooler do this?" Harry asked his green eyes sparking.

"Do what-" I was cut off as he crashed his lips to mine.

It was unlike any kiss that I had ever given.

Most were rushed and the dude was desperate to get into my pants.

With Harry it seemed that we had all the time in the world and he didn't want in my pants.

He wanted me.

I'm not sure how long it lasted before I started to loose consciousness.

I was just so tired. I couldn't stay awake any longer.

Harry would understand when I didn't respond anymore.

POV: Harry

When I finally pulled away it was because Ashley had stopped kissing me.

I looked down at her and she had her eyes closed and her lips were cold.

My heart fluttered nervously in my chest.

I quickly fumbled around her neck to try and find a pulse, but I couldn't find one.

"Louis!" I felt tears start to drop from my eyes as I set Ashley's head on the cement and I crawled around to her chest and tried to listen.

It was hard to hear anything over the huge booms from my own heart.

"Louis! I think she's dead.." I trailed off miserably.

I felt what I assumed was Louis come up beside me and feel Ashley's pulse.

"No not yet. Her pulse is barely there. She's holding on." Louis rasped shaking his head.

I wanted to respond, but we were interrupted by a van, much like the one we had crashed came up beside us.

I didn't even bother to run when I saw dark figures hop out in the growing sunset.

They slid open the closest can door and inside I could already see Liam tied up inside.

Some of the figures chased after Niall and Zayn who had started to run.

Some others grabbed Louis and hauled him to the van.

They came for me next.

I hadn't moved an inch. I sat staring down at Ashley in shock.

I couldn't leave her, they would leave her.

When the people grasped my arms I struggled and tried to stay.

"Please! Don't leave her! She's not dead! You can save her!" I yelled in protest as the continued to haul me into the van.

"Don't worry, we'll take good care of her." A familiar voice limped in front of me.

It was Zack.

He looked awful, but still he sneered at me.

After they had tied my hands together they threw me into the van along with Zayn and Niall.

I struggled to see what they were doing with Ashley, but all I saw was Zack take out a knife and saunter towards her limp body.

But I could no longer see after they slid the van door closed into my face.

I started screaming nonsense and tried to bang on the door.

But it was no use.

He was going to kill her.