A dangerous love gamble
Atlas was terrified, utterly terrified for many reasons. One, he had just recently been a victim of kidnapping, two he was running away from his kidnappers who just so happened to be one direction and three he was running away with the one and only Vincenzo Parravicini-Russo, whom Atlas had never really liked that well.
Atlas had just been in his home; his father had died years ago due to a sickness, a sickness that Atlas suspects was more of a poison than a sickness. His mother, on the other hand, had just recently died, and on the day of her funeral, Atlas did not even have time to grieve. Before five men—Niall, Zayn, Liam, Harry, and Louis—came, England’s fiercest gang members had come, and apparently, Atlas had a debt to be paid.
He was dragged into a room, kicking and screaming, his breaths heavy as he was blindfolded. When another voice had spoken, “Fck” the voice began, “Stop making so much noise.” A voice muttered. The voice, was a voice Atlas knew quite well- it was the voice of Vincenzo, a man that Atlas had never really gotten a long with.
Great,
Just great, Atlas thought to himself. Not only was he kidnapped, he was also kidnapped by long-side Vincenzo. Wait, “Where were you kidnapped as well?” Atlas could not help but mutter.
If Atlas was not blindfolded, then maybe, he would have seen Vincenzo rolling his eyes, and arching a brow. “Sadly, you would think 24 years of stalking experiences, would have made it harder for me to be kidnapped, but I guess no one can escape from one direction.”
Atlas blinked through his blindfold, “How could you have 24 years of stalking experiences if you’re just 24?”
Vincenzo chuckled, a sound that surprised Atlas. “you will understand when you’re older, darling,” he replied, his tone light despite the seriousness of their situation. “But let’s focus on getting out of here, shall we?”
Enzo had been here for at least 3 months, and he was not planning on remaining here any longer, especially considering that if his escape plan failed, he believed himself to be faster than Atlas, and could easily run pass him, leaving him behind, making the guards get to Atlas first than him.
“How are we going to get out tho?”
Vincenzo fell silent for a moment, presumably considering their options. “I managed to loosen my restraints a bit,” he said finally. “If I can get free, I might be able to help you.”
Atlas felt a surge of hope. “That’s something at least. What do you need me to do?”
“Stay calm and quiet,” Vincenzo instructed. “I’ll work on getting myself free, then I’ll see what I can do about your restraints.”
As Vincenzo began to wriggle and twist in an attempt to free himself, Atlas strained his ears, listening for any sign of their captors. The minutes ticked by agonizingly slowly, each one feeling like an eternity.
Finally, Vincenzo let out a triumphant exclamation. “Got it!” he whispered, the sound of his voice filled with relief.
Atlas felt a surge of hope as Vincenzo moved to work on freeing him. Moments later, he felt the ropes binding his wrists loosen, and then fall away entirely.
“Thank you,” Atlas breathed, rubbing at his wrists to restore circulation.
“Don’t thank me yet,” Vincenzo replied, his voice tense. “We still need to get out of here.”
With that sobering reminder, Atlas pushed himself to his feet, ready to follow Vincenzo’s lead. They may not have been the best of friends, but in that moment, they were united by a common goal: survival.
Vincenzo surveyed the room, his mind racing with possibilities. Then his eyes landed on the ceiling. “There’s an air vent up there,” he whispered to Atlas. “If we can pry it open, we might be able to crawl through and find a way out.”
Atlas nodded, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and determination. Together, they scanned the room for something they could use to pry open the vent. Finally, Atlas spotted a loose metal bar in the corner. With a silent nod to Vincenzo, he made his way over and picked it up.
Working together, they managed to loosen the screws holding the vent in place. With a soft clatter, the vent cover fell to the floor, revealing a dark shaft beyond. Vincenzo went first, squeezing through the narrow opening with surprising agility. Atlas followed close behind, his heart pounding in his chest as he crawled into the unknown.
The air vent was cramped and stifling, but they pressed on, driven by the hope of freedom. After what felt like hours of crawling, they finally reached the end of the vent and found themselves in a deserted hallway.
“We need to find a way out of here,” Vincenzo said, his voice low but urgent. “But we need to be careful. One wrong move and we’ll be right back where we started.”
Atlas nodded, his mind racing with possibilities. Together, they crept down the hallway, sticking to the shadows and avoiding any signs of life. But just as they reached the exit, they heard voices echoing from outside.
“Hail One Direction! Hail One Direction!” the voices chanted, growing louder with each passing moment.
“We’ve been spotted,” Vincenzo muttered, his eyes wide with panic.
Without hesitation, they burst through the door and sprinted towards freedom, their hearts pounding with adrenaline. But as they reached the gates, they were met with a sight that sent a chill down their spines.
Members of One Direction and BTS were gathered outside, their faces twisted into cruel sneers as they brandished weapons and advanced towards them.
“We have to keep running,” Vincenzo shouted, grabbing Atlas’s hand and pulling him along.
Atlas stumbled, his legs aching with exhaustion, but he forced himself to keep moving, his eyes fixed on the promise of escape. But just as they reached the edge of the crowd, Vincenzo broke away, his longer strides carrying him ahead.
“Wait for me!” Atlas screamed, his voice drowned out by the chaos around them.
But Vincenzo didn’t stop. He kept running, disappearing into the crowd without a backward glance.
“Motherfcker-” Atlas screamed, as he fell to the ground, his legs exhausted from running.
“Hail one direction! Hail one direction!” The voices screamed, this time joined by a 5’11 blonde blue eyed woman with red lipsticks, and a scarf that read red, taylor’s version, “Hail one direction.”
Pt 2 coming up soon (when I remember) and same with pt3 
What shall be the fate of dear Atlas?
Shall Vincenzo return for him?
Shall this two learn to fall in love?
Up next in pt 2 of A dangerous love gamble.
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