Captured

S E V E N T E E N

That... That was Jordan? He's the cause of all of this. Harry stopped kicking him and stepped away. His face was all bloody, and he'll have bruises. Harry picked me up and carried me bridal styles to the house. I looked back at Jordan who was slowly standing up.

"You shouldn't have done that Styles!" He yelled.

I buried my head in the crook of his neck. Harry brought his hand up to the back of my head and held it. (I can't really explain it)

My shoulder really hurt so I asked Harry if he could take me to the bedroom. He said ok and took me upstairs. He gently layed me on the bed and covered me up.

"Are you ok?" He said while holding my chin.

"Yeah I'm fine, my shoulder just hurts." I shrugged.

He nodded and said, "It will for sometime."

"Ok." Once I said that Harry slowly connected our lips. It wasn't a lustful kiss, it had meaning to it. He cupped my cheek in his hand and I smiled in the kiss. Harry pulled away and stared at me. I couldn't read his expression but he then, walked out of the room.

I scoffed, closed my eyes and went to sleep.

(A Week Later)

"We need to go!" I yelled from the kitchen, to Harry who was upstairs. He stomped down the steps and walked straight to him. I gasped and back away. Harry's been hitting me ever since the day after I was shot. He took a step to me and brought his hand up, quickly connecting it with my cheek. I fell to the ground and held my stinging cheek.

"You should know by now you don't tell me what to fucking do!" He yelled.

I jumped and scooted away from him. But he reached for me and pulled me up by the wrist. His furrowed eyebrows softened and he walked away. I stood where Harry left me; in shock. He didn't hit me again?

"COME ON!" He yelled. I quickly walked to the door where Harry was at. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close to him so hard it hurt my side. I pressed my lips together, scared to make a sound. We walked to his car with my head down. We got in the car and drove off.

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When we walked into the grocery store I was getting looks from people. It wasn't a look of disgust or disappointed... but sadness and concern. I gave some people a small smile trying to silently tell them I'm ok, even though I'm not... at all. I'm in pain physically and emotionally. I put my head down so my hair can cover my bruises. Harry pulled me along into the aisles.

"Stay here. I swear to god if you try to escape again I will beat you so bad." He growled.

I nodded quickly and he walked away. I stood in the aisle waiting patiently for Harry. I gently rubbed my arm where Harry hit me at the yesterday. I winced in pain and put my hand at my side. I walked down the aisle looking for a snack that Harry might let me get.

"Oh I'm so sorry." I heard a woman say in a British accent. I backed away from the woman that ran into me.

"It's ok." I said and brushed my hair out of my face; forgetting about my marks.

"Oh my god. What happened? We need to get you fixed up." She said in shock. She began to pull me.

"No please, I can't." I said and began to cry. "He'll hit me again if he finds me."

The woman stopped pulling me and sadness covered her face. "Who?"

I opened my mouth about to speaks but I couldn't. "Who? You can tell me."

"H-Ha-Harry Styles." I stuttered.

She gasped and covered her mouth. The woman shook her head in disbelief. "No no no. We need to get you out of here now."