Compelled | h.s. AU

nine

"Go faster"

"Yes! yes! Right there!"

"Oh my god"

"Please don't stop!"

"Yes, go harder!"

"Harry!"

"No no no— Yes, that's the spot!"

"Fuck!"

"Be quiet, their right there..."

"Don't stop Victoria"

"Listen when I'm talking to you, yeah?"

"I will, I will!"

The car nearly flies off the highway as I'm clutching on for dear life. I swear I could see the sparks flying against the windshield.

My hands were death-gripping the steering wheel and I could feel Harry intensely staring at me from the passenger seat.

I made a hard left so the car skids against the guardrails, and entering somewhere farther from Vegas. My chest was rising up and down at the adrenaline. I began weaving through imaginary cars so maybe the cops would have less of a chance to seek us.

My eyes intensely started into the rearview mirror whilst rolling the window down with one hand, and lining the gun up to the police vehicle behind us. I quickly fire a bullet straight into the windshield and immediately the car slams into the still forest.

Stepping down onto the gas, I feel Harry's hands take over the steering wheel and harshly swerve us into the right intersection.

"We need to go somewhere hidden" He speaks while stealing the gun off my lap and continues to shoot at cars beside us.

"Well I'd think so." I state as if that was pretty fucking obvious.

"Shut the fuck up!" He screams over the powering wind we've caused; the car speed maximizing by the minute.

I look into the rearview again to stare at Seth— yes, the gay guy from the beach party. He's currently sitting in the backseat with a dead body and the police are chasing us for murder.

I don't really know why he's here with us. But a couple hours after the beach party, he found me again while we discarded the dead man into the car and asked for my phone number. I gave it to him because he actually seemed really chill and I could possibly get along with him. And when we became almost sober we decided to hang out but no— we sort of forget we have a dead body in our back seat. Someone filed a report and now here we are...I am driving getaway car whilst Harry is being a stick in my ass.

Seth is fine, he's been jamming to Britney Spears with me.

"Seth, roll your window down and shoot! A spare gun should be down on the floor somewhere" I instruct with determination.

"Who and why the fuck is he here?" Harry whisper shouts while running his ringed hand through his curls.

"He's helping!" I bark through gritted teeth and look down at my gushing wrist; blood oozing all down my lower arm, onto the car interior.

Well I think we can guess what this is from?

Harry

I fucking hate the guy

I want to kill him but I enjoy seeing him in pain way to much for a guy I just met.

He stabbed me in the wrist when the cops tracked us down...something you don't really see everyday.

It's not gory. A small wound but revenge will be a bigger cut in the throat.

"Who in their right mind just thinks to bring along a guy they just met into a car chase? Let alone with a dead fucking body resting next to him!" Harry shoots daggers at me, surprisingly he was right, but I'd never admit that. "And lending him a gun? A weapon-"