No Control.

7

When I heard Harry's voice I knew I was gonna be caught. He was right behind me, what the hell was I meant to do?

I stayed quiet and rested my chin on Josh's shoulder, my stomach knotting in anticipation for the inevitable meeting.

"Hey Haz, how you feeling after the Zayn thing?" Josh asked him in his sweet American accent, and I could feel his chest vibrate under my hands as he spoke.

"Fine, a bit shaken, but I'm fine," Harry replied, and I felt the sofa dip to my side. He sat down next to me, and as soon as he did so I heard him draw in a sharp breath.

"What the fuck—Briar?" Harry hissed, and his warm fingers gripped my chin and pulled it so I was facing face him. His eyes showed confusion for a while and I felt extremely awkward as the other guys watched silently. Then, like flipping a switch, he changed his demeanour to angry and stood up from the sofa.

"With me, now." He growled, harshly gripping my upper arm and pulling me off Josh's lap.

"Whoa dude, let her go she's with me," Josh argued, gripping my other arm much more gently.

"Fuck. Off." Harry raised his voice, letting go of me and instead slamming his hands into Josh's chest, making him fall back down onto the sofa.

Before I could even check if Josh was okay, Harry grabbed my left wrist and started walking through the crowded room and into the hallway. My feet stumbled as I tried to keep up with him, and I could feel my patience thinning. If that boy kept up this possessive attitude any longer, I wont be held responsible for my actions.

"Get off, asshole," I snapped, jolting my arm away and quickly coming free from his hold.

"Briar, don't." Harry warned me but I just scoffed, I wasn't afraid of him. I turned on my heel and began walking back to where Josh was, but suddenly I was yanked back by my shoulder. I gasped loudly and immediately kicked Harry in the shin, but it didn't seem to faze him.

My hands gripped Harry's wrist when his grip tightened as he dragged me into a dark room. When the light flicked on I realised we were in a tiny bathroom.

"I've been worrying about you all fucking day, I thought you were dead! But no! When I finally find you, you're slutting it up with one of my best mates." Harry yelled at me, face inches from mine as I pressed my lower back against the sink.

His face had flushed slightly and the veins in his neck were becoming more and more visible. I wanted to slap him so badly, but I knew it would only make him more aggressive. I never would have thought he would end up being so physical and angry, but I had only known him for like two days.

"You do realise I don't have to stay with you, right?" I snapped back at him, pushing his chest hard so we had a bit more space between us. "I wanted to leave, so I did! In fact, I don't see why you aren't happy about it."

"Well I thought you had better manners than to just up and leave without saying a simple thank you." Harry said lowly, and for some reason I felt more intimidated now than when he was shouting in my face.

"Okay fine, thank you!" I said sarcastically, taking a step towards the door.

"Now where do you think you're going?" Harry stood infront of the door so I couldn't leave. I was beyond confused at this point, what did he want from me?

"Away from you?" I asked him in a 'what the fuck do you think?' kind of voice. He ran a large hand through his curls before looking down at me.

"No, you have nowhere else to go and there's a killer running about," Harry stated, frowning at me as if he was deep in thought. "We'll stay in a hotel."

"What? No, I can take care of myself. Thanks but no thanks," I was quick to protest, I didn't think I'd be able to spend any more time with him without murdering him. And if you haven't caught on yet, I am being completely serious when I say that.

"Wasn't an offer, baby," He sneered at me before once again grabbing my wrist again and leading me back out into the hallway and down towards a huge group of drunk people dancing.

I silently let him, knowing he was half right. I was the killer, so I wasn't worried about that, but it was true that I had nowhere else to go. What was I gonna do? I couldn't stay with Harry forever.

As we walked through the living room, I scanned the room rapidly to see if I could find Josh. Surely he'd let me stay with him? I mean he was much nicer than Harry and I definitely think we would've got along.

The flashing LED lights made my head spin, and I found myself struggling to stay upright.

"Stop walking like that." Harry spoke without looking at me, still focused on finding the front door so we could leave.

"Like what?" I asked. I looked down at my feet and swore I was walking normally. I felt slightly offended by his accusation, I walked perfectly fine.

"Like a fucking idiot." He deadpanned, looking me dead in the eye and curling his lips. It looked like he was trying not to laugh at me, so I just rolled my eyes and ignored him.

When we stepped outside I immediately shivered. I was only wearing the same dress from the past two days so it wasn't giving me much warmth.

"I need to go shopping," I mumbled to myself, and Harry just nodded his head. Obviously we weren't going to go shopping now since it was at least midnight, but I hoped he would consider taking me tomorrow.

I realised we were walking towards a black range rover and I assumed that it was his car. Harry opened the passenger door for me and I climbed in, avoiding eye contact with him. I was really pissed off in the moment, and I feared I would end up doing something stupid if I kept seeing his annoying face.

My head was still spinning so I rested my forehead against the cold window. I heard Harry get into the car next to me and slam his door shut, starting the engine quickly. I just kept my eyes tightly closed and tried to ignore the fact I felt like I was on a rollercoaster.

I wondered what my parents were doing, were they still looking for me? It would only be a matter of time before the palace guards stormed this town to find me, so they were probably trying to forget about me. I was their biggest disappointment, they were probably happy when they found I out I would be killed by the guards if they found me.

"—you even listening to me?" Harry's voice was loud, making my head throb painfully.

"No, I don't feel so good," I mumbled, noticing how slurred my words were coming out. I felt my body shift as the car swerved to the side of the road and came to a sudden halt.

"Briar, did you take anything tonight?" Harry sounded concerned, but I doubted it was genuine. He hates me at the moment, why would he care?

Eyes still closed, I parted my lips to deny his question but no sound came out. I tried to pull my eyelids open, but they felt like they were glued shut.

"Shit, Briar? Briar?" Harry was saying, but my ears felt like they were stuffed with cotton wool.

Without warning - BANG! - my head slammed down onto the dashboard, and my entire body went weak.

What on earth was in my drink?

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