Styles Sense (h.s)

CHAPTER 5-

MAYAS POV-

Oh shit.

I flash my eyes onto his big hands surrounding my letter.

"Harry really that's nothing. Just something Melissa gave me." I try and say something convincing but am so distracted by him staggered on top of me his chest rising and falling.

His gorgeous eyes staring into mine.

"That's why I want it love." He says showing no emotion.

Shit how can I get this from him?

Without even thinking about my actions I lean back into him. Placing my hands on his back pushing him down on top of me.

This time I place me lips onto his steamy neck. Kissing him inch by inch. He releases a sharp breath as my hips hit his. I inch my fingers from his back to his hands purposely kissing him harder when I reach for the letter.

He drops the letter as I dig into him. As he releases a low hum of a moan echoing into my mouth.

Chills coat my body as his moan enters my mouth.

He pulls his head away from my own quickly making me fall forward.

His hands lean me against the bed frame wrapped tightly around my neck.
His eyes were dark almost black as he hit my pressure point on my neck. I couldn't breathe.

"Har- Harry"

I gasped for air.

He is gonna kill me.

My vision began to fog up and dizziness over threw me.

The last image I saw was Harry smirking above me his lips forming a cruel wicked smile.

The world went black.

I woke up sitting on the bed tied to the frame.

My body ached from the uncomfortable position.

My blood went cold as I saw Harry standing over me with the letter in his hand his jaw dropped open.

"You little bitch!"

I hold my breath as he leans forward crumpling the letter in his hands.

The sunlight from the window reflects off his skin making him appear so innocent until I come back to the reality of me cuffed to his bed.

He continues on "Where is your phone? Give it to me now!" He leans over me untying my hands.

I smell him once again, such a sweet smell for a bitter person. 

I'd rather die than be with this man any longer. I stare up at him.

"Hurry up." He mutters

I reach into my right pocket pulling out my iPhone. My home screen flashes on for a brief second revealing a picture of me and Sarah. I feel the tears rebuild into my eyes. Swiftly dropping down my face. He rips the phone from my hand. The home button clicks and he was into my phone.

He mumbles "no password. That's stupid."

The tears trickling into my mouth I can taste the salty water on my tongue.

He stands up straight and paces throughout the room clicking buttons on my phone. I hear the ringing then it come to a stop.

"The number you are trying to reach..."

Thank fucking god.

He was attempting to call Melissa.

Harry lifts his arm up his muscles flexing, he throws my phone at the hotel wall it shattering to pieces. I flinch at the noise and violence.