Nothing but Trouble {Harry Styles Punk/ AU}

Chapter 13

Maybe I should of listened to my heart and mind when I was being pressured into going to the party on a Thursday night. Then I wouldn't be in a room just wearing a black shirt, that barely reached mid thigh, with the blond man whom took a part in kidnapping me. I've never felt so embarrassed in my life to trust him or any of them. Boy was I wrong.

My phone stated I had thirty missed calls from Hannah, fifteen texts from Tristan, and a few missed calls from my mother.

"So...you text my mum that I'm staying 'with a friend' when in fact you guys are keeping me hostage for something stupid?" I state, crossing my arms as I looked at the blond that sat next to me on the bed. To say that my emotion was pure anger was wrong. I was beyond anger. More like scared and pissed off. "Are you insane?! I just can't believe you or any of the boys! Well, I believed Harry or Zayn would do it because they both hated me! But you?!"

Before I could go on and say more, he placed a hand over my mouth with a soft sigh escaping his lips.

"Shut up." He simply said.

That was a great way to shut me up because it actually worked. I stayed quiet while watching him run a hand through his hair that looked fluffy, one I wanted to touch. No! He kidnapped me. I couldn't like him or even think of him that way anymore. Anymore? I had to admit that he was cute and I wanted to get to know him more but the thought of Brad always kept coming to mind.
"I'm sorry that we kidnapped you. But you'll go home Sunday. Belle, you have to trust me when I say that we will not hurt you in any way. Not even Harry or Zayn. I will explain everything to you but please, would you eat the food I brought in?" He speaks, his Irish accent coming out more as he pleaded the last part while pushing a tray of assorted breakfast towards me. He looked tired and annoyed but he kept that all in even when I didn't budge to eat.

After about fifteen minutes of awkward silence, I started eating some strips of bacon slowly with my eyes on him. Afraid he was going to do something. I don't think I've ever been so afraid of someone besides the time my brother was getting shot at a few weeks ago. That one thought caused my body to free as the sudden memory flash back into my mind.

"Niall," I say, turning to the unexpected blond, "back in the beginning of winter break. Were you in a black car that shot at another car?"

He shifted a bit in his seat before landing his eyes on me, "Yeah. Really depends if your brother's license plate is J98257 and he was driving an Audi."

I knew he was messing with me when he spoke because of the way he said his words, almost taunting me. This was his screwed up way of telling me he did it even though we both knew the answer to the accusation.

"You're a dick, ya know." I state with a matter of fact tone, watching him grin widely.
After about thirty minutes of us talking, he had to leave to take care of some things but not before he gave me a small suitcase. Inside was some clothes for me to wear that he said, might or might not make me uncomfortable.

I decided on a pair of black shorts, with rhinestones along the side and pocket, and a plain white tank top that clung to my body for dear life. I didn't want to leave the room but knew I would go crazy if I stayed locked up in here for more than a normal amount of time. I wasn't normal to say the least. As soon as I was finished dressing, I left the room and began to venture around the long hallways not sure where I was going.

Three rooms were locked, two were bathrooms, and another looked to be a study room.

Five minutes of aimlessly walking around made me realize that I couldn't get out of this place alone nor did I want to know why I was here.

Was it the fact that I kissed Niall? Did I not 'choose' wisely? Maybe all of this would of been easier if they just told me what I had to choose.

I walked down the stairs and found the kitchen, my stomach growling on instinct, which held three of the five boys that didn't talk to me. Louis, Liam, and Zayn. I didn't mind that Zayn wouldn't talk to me but Liam seemed like he would be a nice companion. They stopped their talking when I walked into the kitchen, staring at me as though I was the topic of their conversation. None of them spoke to me for a good ten minutes before Liam stood with his hands in his pockets.

"Are you thirsty, Annabelle?" He asks, pulling out a bottle with orange colored liquid from the fridge and handing it to me. I guess he could sense my hesitation because he smiled and pat my shoulder, "It's just orange juice. Nothing bad."

I leaned against the wall, drinking some of the tangy juice that my body longed for. No matter what I did they continued to stare at me. I would move my hand behind my back to scratch it and Louis would shift a bit as though he was ready to jump me. That's what scared me the most. The fact that these five boys could possibly kill me and no one would ever figure out who the killer was. I bounced from foot to foot until a warm arm slid itself around my waist tightly, pulling me into a rock solid chest. I knew this wasn't Niall so I turned slightly and instantly tried to pull away.

Harry.

His grip tightened as I continued to struggle so I did the only thing my body could think of that was sane...sort of. I grabbed my bottle tightly and hit him in the face with it, tumbling to the ground when his grip faltered to hold on to his face. I'm guessing my nail caught on to his face because his nose was bleeding a bit. I knew that wasn't a good sign. I slowly scooted backwards away from him until my back hit a pair of legs, looking up to see Zayn. My luck was shortening out I realized when he grabbed my arms and tugged me to my feet, holding my arms behind my back.

Harry stared at me with pure anger evident in his facial features. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were a darker green with furrowed eyebrows.

What did I just do?

He walked up to me quickly, Zayn instantly letting go of my arms and stepping away, with speed I didn't think could be done then gripped my chin harshly. Just like the hallway. Harry slammed me in the fridge, causing a gasp to escape my lips as his grip tightened making it feel as though my chin was going to collapse under his touch.

"You think you're so fucking brave, don't you?!" He shouts in my face, his eyes no longer holding the playful light they had earlier, "How about I show you how playful I could get?"
With that said his hand instantly went into my hair and gripped it tightly, basically dragging me back upstairs. I could hear some shouting that sounded as though Niall was trying to get him to let go but he was being quieted by the others. I was thrown into the room I was in earlier with Niall, scrambling to get as far from Harry as I possibly could. As I watched him, I could see the gun he pulled out from his back pocket. It was black...small...and dangerous. I was beyond scared now.

Before I could move away, he had me pinned to the wall with the cold gun pressed against my neck harshly. My heart was racing and I could feel it beating in my head now, afraid his finger was going to slip or that he was actually going to shoot me.

"Not so much of a big talker when there's a gun pressed to your neck, are you?" He asked, more like demanded. The pressure of the gun was pushed more into my neck causing a small whimper to escape my lips. "Fucking answer me!"
A cry was the answer to his question as he stared at me with a smirk but some other emotion I couldn't read. My eyes were blurred with tears, my hands were shaking with fear, and my knees finally gave up on me. I fell to the ground crying and shaking as he just stood above me, watching me in one of the states I've never shown anyone.

I nodded my head as I continued to cry, listening to him as he left the room before I made myself get onto the comfortable bed. I curled up under the sheets and continued to cry quietly, falling asleep to the sound of my tears of the heavy breathing.

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I'm bored so I decided to update

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