Something Bad Is About To Happen || h.s

THIRTEEN

Small Worlds - Mac Miller
" I don't wanna keep you waiting
I hope I never keep you waiting
I think I know it all, but I don't"
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Harry Styles

Where the fuck am I? How did I get here?

An abandoned house maybe? I've seen it before. But where?

It reminds of work for some reason. I don't know why. It looks nothing like my clean, prestigious and modern office. This place is dirty and....nevermind just dirty.

But why do I recognize it?

Wait.

Oh fuck. Oh shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT.

Work. Article. Tooth fairy.

I remember it from my research. A few of the victims were found here.

Suddenly, I realize my hands are bound behind my back and my feet tied to legs of a chair. My heart pounds in my ears, my chest falling and rising rapidly. Holy shit.

I'm used to being tied up but not like this.

I'm going to die. I don't want to die right now. I know I always thought my life wasn't worth it anymore. But, what about my job? Niall? Zayn? Fuck I'll ruin his trip.

How did I even get here? For all I know, I've been here for a few days and I've already ruined Zayn's vacation. Was I stupid and got kidnapped? Wouldn't be surprised, to be fucking honest.

Anyways.

My thoughts are cut short by a door opening. In comes a person wearing all black, their face covered.

Well, this it. Goodbye world! Won't miss you.

Harry no time for jokes.

Fuck, I'm scared.

The person comes up to my chair where I'm tied up. They bring pliers up to my mouth, roughly grasping my jaw. Immediately my mouth is being forced open, pliers being shoved into my mouth before I could make a sound. The cold metal brushing against the inside of my cheek as it hugs around one of my molars.

A sharp pain spreads through my mouth, up into my cheeks.

Fuck. Why me?

The metallic taste of my own blood coats my tongue. The strange person slowly picking up a knife, my hair being pulled, my head falling back.

The sharp sting of pressure against my neck. I want to scream. Why can't I scream?

There it is once again.

Darkness.

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Beep

The fuck is that?

My eyes peel open, white light shining into my them. I try to bring my arm up to brush my hair out of my face, but instead I feel pain shoot through it.

Finally, my eyes adjust to my surroundings.

Am I in the hospital?

I groan, in pain and exhaustion, seeming to wake up Zayn who I now realise was sitting a chair beside me.

And is that, Mirabelle?

I bring my attention back down seeing lots of wires around me, an iv placed in my arm.

What the fuck happened?

Zayn seemingly mind reading speaks up in a morning voice, "Hey Harry. Do you remember what happened?" Seeing the look of confusion on my face he continues, " You got t-boned and flew through the window shield. You broke your arm and had some internal bleeding. The doctors took you into surgery and you got some stitches. They weren't sure if it was going to be fine but here you are."