Flirting With Danger (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 4

I cant see....and its dark.

My abductor, Harry is his name I think, Hastily pulls me through the forest in between rough trees and plants that are more than likely poisonois. His tight grip is no doubt chaffing my senstive skin to bits but he doesnt slow down or even look at me.

"How much farther?" It slips out of my mouth before I can stop it and its so quiet I dont Believe its reached his ears.

"I SAID STAY QUITE" He barks turning sharply and starring at me with his intense gaze. we start to walk again, Harry tightens his grip.

I dont know how long we've been walking through the woods or where we are going, but my feet    hurt  and my back hurts and I havent seen my shoes or my cell phone since we got out of the car. Harry says I fell asleep sometime between leaving the party and ariving  wherever we are. He lets go of my wrist and lifts my chin up to meet his gaze.

"We're here princess." He smiles at me bringing his lips to mine in attempt to kiss me. I cringe backing away from him. He scowles for a moment while I stare at him. I look around and think about runnning, consider escaping and leaving Harry but for miles and miles around alls I see are tress and hills. Even if I tried to get away I couldn't, I wouldnt make it very far before I got lost and died from lack of food and water. Harry grabbed me by both my wrist pulling me too him gently. I found it strange, I found it strange that someone so evil and scary one minute could be so caring and gentle the next. He brought his hand up to my face and I flinched expecting him to strike me or harm me in some other way. Instead he rubbed two of his fingers across my cheek and under my chin pulling my face to his. He smiled bringing his large hand to the back of my neck so I couldn't turn away from him. He brushed his lips against mine, he kissed me. I kept my lips pursed shut as his tounge pressed against my mouth. I let out a groan in protest and he pulled away from me.

"Get used to that beautiful." He winked at me leading me to the front door of what looked like an old log cabin of some sort. I missed Liam, but I wasnt going to cry. I was done crying I had cried the whole way here, I had run out of tears.

Once inside Harry swept me off my feet and carried me up a flight of stairs. I screamed throwing my fist aainst his toned back and kicking my legs in my best effort to get him away from me.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!!" I yelled digging my nails into his neck. He dropped me onto a bed in the corner of the room. He was chuckling.

"Now you wanna talk." He walked over to a dresser pushed up against a wall opposite the bed. After rummaging through the drawers for a few minutes he pulled out a giant cotton sweater and matching sweat pants.

"Put these on." He threw them towards me gesturing toward the garments. I pushed them away standing to my feet and making my way towards the door. But Harry was too fast. He made it to the doorway before I did and put his hands up on either sides of the wall to block me.

"And what if I dont want to?" My voice came out shaky, it was the first thing I'd said to him since asking where we we're going. He seemed to be amused by this. He gripped onto my hair using it to pull me until my front was pressed against his chest. He gripped my neck to prevent me from moving and brought his lips in front of mine.

"Then I'll do it for you." He whispered running his grundgy fingers along the outline of my dress as he kissed me. I screamed again, he chuckled some more and then let go of me.

""Put those on and then I'll have some breakfast for you downstairs." He instructed me. And then he left the room shutting the door behind him.

Breakfast? How long had I been asleep in the car? How long had we been driving? Where are we? I glanced around the room at the windows and the bed holding the clothes I was supposed to be changing into. I could climb through one of the windows to make my escape but again there would be nowhere for me to run to. I noticed that the dresser on the wall opposite the bed wasnt empty, I saw the end of something pink and frilly poking out from underneathe the top drawer. I walked over to it running my hands over its dusty top and inspecting the contents of each drawer. Most the clothes inside were Harry's they were large and worn and smelt just like him. But a few of the things the drawers contained were clearly meant for a women and looked about my size. He must have been planning on taking me for a while; creep.

I walked back over to the bed considering my options. I could get dressed in the ugly ill fitting garments and go down to have something to eat, or I could refuse knowing that based off how he's been, he wouldnt hurt me. Harry wanted me to wear his ginormous clothes, fine. I'll play his game. I'll do what he says and say nothing more. I wont talk to him unless he speaks first. I'll do whatever it takes to get close enought to him to get the keys to the car, and then I'm gone.

I slip off my tattered dress watching it drop to the floor as I replace it with the crew neck sweater and sweat pants. Its already warm in the room so the clothes make me hot but they are comfortible and easier to manuver in than my tight dress. I pull the door open and find my way down stairs and to the wooden table I had seen when I had first entered the house. There sat Harry looking nothing like the dangeruous predator he was, but instead charming and quite alluring. He sat with a bowl of something that looked quite like oatmeal in front of him. He sat next to a blonde who sat playing with his spoon instead of eating what was in his bowl. On the other side of the blonde sat a brunett, his back was turned to me but I could see that he was wearing a blue striped shirt and skinny jeans. On the other side of him sat another guy around the same height. This one was facing me. He had dark hair with a blonde streak running up the middle. He was unshaven but in a hot, sort of 'I just got out of bed' kind of  way. His  leather jacket looked like it restricted his movements and he glowered at me when I saw him. Harry was the first one to speak.

"Ella, come now beautiful you must hurry. Your oatmeal is getting cold."