cosa nostra // harry styles

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23rd of May 2022

My eyes shot open due to a loud bang flooding through my mind. I couldn't see anything, i couldn't even decide whether my eyes were open or not it was so dark.

A high pitched ringing sound was echoing from somewhere in this unfamiliar room. I slowly tried to sit up, until i realised i was restrained.

I looked up still not managing to make out anything in the dark, but i could tell my wrists were in metal cuffs and chained to the headboard.

Oh my god.

I yanked at the chains rattling them to try and free myself until i heard a flicking noise and a lamp across the room was flicked on.

My head shot in that direction, the small light mostly illuminating a small part, but i could see a black silhouette standing near the corner, facing the window.

What's going on?

I pulled on the chains more, my breathing quickened as i started to panic.

The dark figure slowly turned around, his face was still shadowed away due to the lack of light, although i could tell he was male.

As he started taking steps closer to the bed, i came to realise...

It was Harry.

His face was covered in red splatters, his plain, black t-shirt was torn revealing his bare shoulder and i trailed my eyes down, to see his hands stained red and a large kitchen knife clenched tightly in his grip.

the metal blade was dripping in bright, crimson liquid and he was gripping it so hard his knuckles were white.

My stomach dropped to my feet.

My heart was beating so fast i could here it.

He slowly started walking towards me, i watched as the psychopath in front of me was heading in my direction with a weapon in his blood-stained hand.

I pulled even harder on the cuffs and chains, telling myself if i pulled hard enough i'd free myself.

Which was obviously bullshit.

I pulled and pulled as hard as i could, my skin becoming red and raw.

He stood over me, his towering figure staring down at my helpless state chained to a bed.

Tears started to escape my sockets.

He started to higher the blood-covered kitchen utensil above my stomach.

As the high pitched ringing sound was still echoing through my ears, i watched him, dreading the part he plunged the knife into me.

I was struggling to breath due to my panicking and cries. Is this really happening right now?

I looked up at him, examining his features. His teeth were clenched together so hard they looked like they'd shatter, a few stray curls were draped on his sweaty forehead.

And his eyes looked like they were glowing red.

"this is all your fault" his hissed through this teeth.

What's my fault?

"this is all you fault" he repeated.

My heart was beating so fast i thought i'd pass out, I couldn't even say anything back to him.

"this is all you fault!" he screamed.

I flinched at his change of tone.

I barely know who this person is, what the fuck is he talking about? 

"and you deserve to die!" he screamed even louder.

I watched as the weapon that was being held above my stomach started plunging down towards my stomach.

Everything seemed to be in slow motion, like my death was really being prolonged.

The high pitched noise was now ear piecing.

And a scream left my lips.