Kidnapped: A Harry Styles Fanfic

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"Please come to me. Please." A voice in the distance cried.

 My head was numb as well as the rest of my body. What the hell happened? I try to open my eyes but nothing happened frustrated I try again. Dizziness engulfed me, and loud thumping was felt on the back of my temple. Oh, damn. I squinted at the pain of it.

My eyes slowly opens as the world pours in around me. I gasp at the pain I now reckon I am in. My limbs felt as if they were on fire, and that I had played a game of football. Without pads, and I was tackled repeatedly until every bone in my body was broken.

 I feel on fire, and I open my mouth to scream--but nothing comes out. I calm myself and try to focus.

 I am lying on a floor staring at the ceiling. What? Did I fall down? A curly haired figure loomed over me. While beating and shaking rapidly on my body. I attempted to sit up but, quickly figured out that was not going to be possible.

Everything ached. I opened my eyes fully to see the boy come to my aid. He smiled and whispered, "I am so sorry please, please!"

"What are you talking about?" I ask. "Why are we in a basement?"

"I know they beat you up pretty badly. They won't you touch you again, god I am such a dick!" he screamed at himself. The boy's eyes were bloodshot, and his face showed that he hadn't slept in ages. What the fuck was going on?

The memories came flashing back as I whimper and winced. Oh my god. My thoughts swirled as the recognition of everything that happened. 

The kidnapping. Harry accusing me of being a part of the conspiracy. Passing out as I got tossed up the stairs. Every single moment of what Mike and John did to me.

I momentarily panicked and lifted my head up slightly to confirm that I had clothing on. Sighing with a bit of relief, yes I was wearing my bloody and battered clothing. I started to cry and melt down as I let the pain and emotions overcome me.

Harry laid his hand on my back, and lightly lifted me so he could cradle me. I should've hated him. Hell, I barely knew him. Yet, I did not. He understood what this situation was like, and so that gave us some odd understanding of each other. I honestly cannot explain the connection. I was to weak-it all came crashing down at once. Hit me. Raped me...My head throbbed as I roughly pushed the memories out of my head.

I pull his shirt and cry into it.

Harry's P.O.V. (SHOCKER!!)

Yes, I am a ass. I regret everything so much. How could I have been so naive? How could she have been involved in this? Why did I watch as she was forced upstairs to who knows what awful fate. I silently make a vow to protect this girl, no matter what. I would never allow my sister or fans to be treated like that.

So, why did I do it to her? I don't know what else to do besides look down at her helpless figure, my arms wrapped around her petite bruised body.

It wasn't her fault I was here, if anything, she had it worst. Idiot.

"H-a-ar-r-yy-y. It hurts." She whispers between moans. The girl's voice despite the pain was beautiful, it was the first time that I had really paid any attention to it. She had a thick American accent, perfectly clear. The pain still evident in it thought. My heart broke, I didn't mean to have them take her. I was angry at myself. Fuck why did I have to think that I was being played.

"Shh, I got you, your safe." I cooed quietly while brushing her dark brown hair out of her face. The girl was tall but, still extremely attractive.