AN: Well, this idea just randomly popped into my head one night. I'm just lying there in bed and I'm suddenly like "Hey, what if Sean got kidnapped and only Ian and Gavin knew?" And yes, this does end on a cliffhanger so yes, it will be a series. Anyway, this is probably a piece of crap, but I'm posting it anyway. Haters gonna hate.

It was supposed to be a normal day. No shows or practice or anything to make that day special. Or at least, that's what Sean Smith thought as he lounged back on the couch in his living room, shirtless with empty liquor bottles from the night before surrounding him. Little did he know that this day would be far from normal, possibly the farthest from normal he had ever had. He grabbed his phone and checked it, sighing when he saw no new messages or missed calls. If he was going to have a boring day, he could at least drag his mates down with him. So when there was a knock on his door, he grabbed a t-shirt lying nearby and threw it on as he walked to the door which he then opened. "Yeah, who is i-" His question was cut short as he blacked out.

Ian Watkins looked down at his phone with a worried expression as he dialed number 7 on his speed dial. "Oi, Gavin, do you know what's going on with Sean? I've texted him 3 times and called him 4 but haven't gotten an answer."

There was a slight pause on the other end. "He's probably just hungover or still asleep or something. I wouldn't worry."

"But I'm at his flat right now and the door is wide open but he's nowhere inside." Ian sent another look into the flat and grimaced. I've checked two or three times now."

"Hang on, I'll be right there." Hearing the annoying beeping of a cut off call, the singer sighed and ended the call, sitting in front of the open door to Sean's flat. There was no way he could know what had happened to the screamer, or how he would be involved in all of it. The only things he knew were that he was worried and that he was hoping with everything he had that his mate was alright. He hardly even looked up when he heard footsteps in front of him. "Ian…what's up with you? This is bad, even for you." Gavin stared down at the singer taking in the tired look as an awkward silence embraced them. "Listen, I know Sean's flat better than you, so I'll check for anything strange, you can just…stay here I guess." Ian stayed sitting in the exact same spot as Gavin searched the flat, finding nothing wrong. He walked out and sat next to Ian who sighed and turned toward the other singer.

"I feel like something's wrong. Like he's fucked if we don't do something." Gavin gave Ian a curious look, but as Ian was about to explain more of what he meant, his phone went off. Ian's green eyes went wide when he read the name popping up. 'Sean Smith' He gulped and answered it. "'Ello?"

"Mr. Watkins?" Ian's eyes narrowed when he realized he didn't recognize the voice. And that it was way too gruff to be Sean trying to pull a prank on him.

"Who the bloody hell is this?" Gavin looked over in curiosity, making Ian put it on speakerphone.

"I, Mr. Watkins, am the only person who knows where he is."

"What the fuck are you saying?" Ian's voice was rising as he felt anger in his chest. 'This bastard better not have Sean…'

"The one you just realized not that long ago is missing. He's right here."

And then Ian could hear a muffled voice on the other end, sounding as though whoever the voice belonged to was trying to scream through some kind of thick fabric. The scream was very unique. "Sean! What the fuck, you bastard?"

That brought maniacal laughter. "Do you want a picture?" The voice was taunting. "He looks cute, all tied up and bloody like this."

"What the fuck?" Ian was on his feet at this point, screaming into the phone at the top of his lungs. "He had better fucking be okay you twat!" Gavin set a hand on the raven-haired man's arm, trying to calm him down.

"Calm down, Ian. He's still alive, is he not? You can still hear his screams, right? Doesn't that mean he's alright?"

"You think him screaming means he's alright? Last I checked, a person screaming means that they're far from alright!"

"But he's the band's screamer. Him screaming is normal, isn't it?"

"Bastard!"

"Hang on, I'll send you a picture!"

"Wait!" There was the annoying beeping again. Ian threw his phone on the ground, screaming curse words as he stormed into Sean's apartment.

"Ian, we should call the police…" Gavin once again was speaking in soothing tones, even though his face was as white as a sheet of paper.

"Fuck the police!" Gavin sighed. "We can handle this on our own! We have to! Who knows what that bastard will do to Sean if we get the police involved!" Ian's phone beeped loudly as he received a text message. He grabbed his phone off the ground and opened the message, paling as he looked at the contents. The text read 'I told you he was cute' followed by a picture. A picture that made Ian's blood boil with anger. It was Sean, lying on a wood floor, his clothing tattered and bloody, blood running down his face, staining his blonde fringe crimson. His hands and ankles were tied behind him and he was gagged and blindfolded. Even through the pictures Ian noticed the tears running down his friend's face. Tears that were most likely a reflex reaction to the pain. Ian stopped and threw his phone again, narrowly missing hitting Gavin in the head. Gavin grabbed the phone and turned even whiter. "See? If we bring the police in on this, he'll end up worse."

Gavin simply nodded as Ian's phone rang again. "It says it's Sean…" Ian grabbed the phone and answered it, preparing for the worst.

"Ian, I thought you might want to talk to him. Say hi, Sean!" Ian flinched when he heard an all too familiar scream on the other line.

"Let me go you fucking bastard! Once I get out of this mess. I'm going to murder you!" Ian couldn't help but smile a bit. Of course Sean could be in one of the worst possible situations and still be making threats.

That was when Ian realized he was on speakerphone. Meaning Gavin could hear what was going on. He turned to the still pale brunette. "Now, now, Sean. You're in no position to make threats like that." There was a loud cough that almost sound like a mix between a cry of pain and a person puking on the other end, making both singers stop and stare at each other. "After all, the more threats you make, the more punishment you get, and that's not good for your throat. You need that throat of yours to make a living."

"Sean, are you okay?" Even through the immense emotions overwhelming him, Ian managed to keep his voice steady in hopes it would calm Sean down. There was another loud cough.

"Sorry, Ian. He's too busy puking up blood to answer you. Try again later."

"Don't you dare hang up you fucking prick!"

"Ian, calm the fuck down. I'm alright." Sean's voice was raspy and weak. "There's nothing you can do anyway, so don't worry too much, you wimp."

Ian felt his hands clench into fists as the line went dead to another familiar scream.