Black Leather (Harry Styles)

Chapter 3- Settling

~Chapter 3~

I find that I've passed out again. Once we stepped inside the old, dusty house, I passed out.

Now I flutter my eyes open, unaware of where I am. I do know that I'm in a bed. It's a queen size with black sheets and covers. I'm bundled and cozy in the covers, something I don't expect to feel. It smells of mint, not blood or death, something I would intend to smell.

The room is dark but lit by a small lamp on a dresser in the corner. That's when I see Harry.

He must not know I'm awake because he is facing the open closest on the left side of the room. Before I know it, he's pulling his leather jacket off his back and bringing the black tshirt over his head, revealing his tanned skin, covered with what seems like hundreds of black inked tattoos. From where I am I can see a set of hard prestigious abs, a butterfly tattoo covering them and two bird tattoos on his upper chest. They seem to be the only speck of goodness on him.

Before I know it, I realize he has turned around and is staring right at me.

"Done looking?" He asks, his voice less harsh than I expect. His expression is emotionless. Again his deep greens eyes are burning into my blue ones.

"I was just looking at your tattoos." I reply, trying not to make any bad choices with how I speak to one of the world's most dangerous and murderous criminals.

"Well don't. If you want to look at tattoos get your own." He snaps back at me before retrieving a new black tshirt from his closest and slipping it over his head.

"Sorry." I say meekly. He moves across the room to another dresser where he pulls our a grey bandana.

"So what's the plan for me?" I dare ask.

"You're staying here." Harry says in a monotone voice, not looking up at me.

"What do you mean?" I ask, confused by what he means.

"You're staying with us. You go where we go. You see what we do. And you keep your mouth shut." He replies back with annoyance in his voice as he heads for the door of the bedroom which I suspect is his.

"But..." I start but he's out of the room and I'm not far behind. I jump out of bed and storm out of the room after him. It's not until I'm halfway in the next room that I feel excruciating pain shoot through my head and a pang in my stomach. I also realize I'm no longer in my bloodied white tshirt.

I'm in a black tshirt and grey sweatpants. Somebody changed me. One of them saw me almost completely naked. I suddenly feel very self conscious. Harry has moved into what looks like a living room where I see Max and Derick lounging around. There are two couches and two chairs all facing in towards each other and a glass coffee table in the middle. A large tv hangs on the wall above.

"What do you mean I'm coming with you? Let me go." I shout when I come into the room.

"No! You'll yap to the cops and they'll be on our trail in no time." Harry turns around and shouts back. All Max and Derick do is sit there. They just know not to argue with Harry.

"Are you afraid they'll catch you?" I challenge.

"No. They never catch us. They never will." He replies softly.

"Then why are you so worried about me yapping to the cops?" I question, folding my arms over my chest.

"Because as long as they don't know where we are, the less we have to move around." He speaks is a low voice, glaring at me.

"Then why don't you just kill me? It'd make it a lot easier for both of us, wouldn't it?" I dare say, offering myself to them, although hoping they disregard my offer. Max and Derick don't say anything. They just look up at Harry.

"You're not worth my bullet." Is all he replies. Ouch. For some reason that hurt. Although I'm happy my life is spared, it hurts that he thinks so low of me as to think I'm not worth it. Maybe it's not in the same terms, but to a woman of 18, or any age for that matter, both ways sound and feel the same.

Harry turns his back on me and walks to the fireplace, leaning his arm against the mantle. Derick and Max turn back to their doings, leaving me silent in the middle of the living room.

I feel the urge to cry. I'm here. I'm here alone with three murderers. Three wanted men. I'm away from my family. They are probably worried sick. I'm injured and want to see a doctor. I want to see anyone except them.

"I'm making a sandwich, would you like one Riley?" The silence breaks by Max's voice. I shake my head in reply. If I eat anything I'll be sick to my stomach. Max sighs before standing up, dropping his newspaper on the couch, and heading through a door that must lead to the kitchen.

Again, we are left in silence. Harry hasn't moved and Derick just glares at me briefly before turning to the notebook in his hands.

From outside the window, all I see is darkness. The moon isn't out and the streetlights are weak. I'm so confused. So scared. I don't even know where I am.

What seems like seconds must be minutes because Max returns from the kitchen, a ham sandwich sitting on a white plastic plate. He moves back to his seat on the couch and takes a bite of the sandwich.

"We leave for Tuscan in a week." Harry's rough voice speaks up after what seems like years. "Jake will meet us there."

"Why Jake? You know how he is. We can't trust him." Max speaks up to Harry.

"We can't trust anyone, Max." Harry tells him, turning his head briefly to Max and then to me.

"Then why are we going to talk to Jake?" Max dares to respond back.

"Because he says he has information!" Harry fires back, obviously finished with the conversation. Derick only looks up briefly to catch a glimpse at each of us. Information on what?

"Where are we now?" I ask quietly.

"San Antonio." Harry states plainly, his green orbs not even willing to look at me.

I'm completely lost for words. I live in Chicago. Now I'm in Texas. And in a week I'll be in Arizona. Maybe. If I survive that long. Remember Riley, you are living with three of the most wanted men in the world.

The silence returns. It's become almost like a best friend.

"Well I'm going to bed. It's been a long night." Derick finally says something.

"Me too." Max replies, finishing his sandwich, placing the dish on the coffee table and standing up, heading out of the room, Derick not far behind. I soon hear two separate doors shut, leaving me alone with Harry in the living rooms.

My face turns towards him as he just stands there, staring.

"Come with me." He says in a low tone. His body moves swiftly through the living room, passing me, causing me to turn and follow him.

I follow him down the hall until we reach the same room as earlier.

"Where am I staying?" I ask him curiously.

"In here." Is his only reply before opening the door and walking in, leaving me with uttermost fright.

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