I'm in Love With a Criminal // H.E.S

Chapter 32:

I shivered and let out a small whimper, the winter air was almost unbearable. I rubbed my upper arms with my hands, attempting to warm myself up but it wasn't working.

Running away with only a small shirt and a pair of leggings on wasn't the best idea I've had, but I was prepared to do anything to get away from that psychopath.

I've been walking for nearly 4 hours and there was still no sign of life here. It was completely isolated. A cold gush of wind blew towards me causing my body to shake vigorously, my eyes began to water and I bowed my head down.

I just wanted to cry and scream, why did this happen to me? Out of every single person in London, why me?

Tears ran down my face but it wasn't caused from the sharp wind, it was caused by a mix of emotions.

I felt relieved that I have finally escaped from that monster but I also felt anxious, I was worried that any second now Harry would be behind me, pulling me back to the hell hole he calls home.

I was debating whether or not I should just go back, there was nowhere I could go, I was in New York and I don't know my way around. On the other hand, if I go back then I have to face the devil himself. I crossed my arms over my chest and sighed, continuing to walk forwards.

20 minutes had passed, I looked at the ground as I walked ahead. My shoes leaving footprints in the damp mud, I groaned when I still saw nothing around me.

How long would it be until I finally found someone or something, anything?

Just as that question popped into my head, my body crashed into something causing me to fall backwards onto my bottom. I groaned and looked up coming face to face with a stranger.

"Oh dear, I'm extremely sorry" he rushed, bending down and grabbing my hands, pulling me up to my feet again. I stared at the young man in shock. There was an actual human being in front of me and it wasn't Harry.

I smiled to myself and he looked down at our hands locked together, his mouth fell slightly ajar. "Excuse me, Miss? Are you okay? Your hand is bleeding...a lot in fact" he gasped, his touches becoming more gentle than before.

Tears brimmed in my eyes, of coarse they were tears of joy. "I'm not okay, please help me" I begged, staring at him with desperation in my eyes.

His eyes widened when he saw my panicked state, "what's wrong, dear?" he said quietly, wrapping an arm around my shoulder trying to calm down my crying.

"I don't know where I am, I was kidnapped and taken here, to New York and I escaped from him but I know that he will get me again and I don't kno-", he quickly but gently put his index finger on my lips, stopping me from talking.

"You're talking to fast and I can't understand a word you're saying, darling. Now explain what's happened slowly, I'll help you" he said calmly. He wiped away my tears with his thumbs and studied my face carefully ready for me to explain what has happened, I took a deep breath and soon let it back out.

"I live in London but I was kidnapped and taken here, I escaped from him like 5 hours ago but I know that he will get me again, please help me" I explained trying to hold in my cries but failed miserably, tears streamed from my eyes uncontrollably.

He looked shocked and let out a sigh, processing everything that I had just told him. "Who were you kidnapped by? Do you know his name, love?" he asked, wiping my tears away again.

I nodded and coughed back a cry, "Harry Styles" I said quietly, scared to even say that monster's name. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened, "Harry Styles?" he repeated, he gulped and let out a deep breath.

Again, I nodded. "What's your name, princess?" he asked, wiping away yet another tear. "Melanie Dawson" I replied, looking at his face carefully.

"Well Melanie, my name is Liam and I will help you get away from this okay? You'll be back with your family before you know it" he said, I nodded and squeezed his hand slightly, showing his that I was grateful for what he was doing.

He pulled a mobile phone out of his back pocket and dialed a number, not even a second later he pressed the phone to his ear waiting for the person on the other end to answer.

"Oh hello, sorry to bother you but I have a girl here, Melanie Dawson who has reported herself as being kidnapped by Harry Styles" he said, closing his eyes as he thought of what to say.

Of coarse he was going to stutter and try to make the phone call sound sophisticated but it's not everyday that a teenage girl goes running up to someone and explains that she was kidnapped by New York's most wanted criminal.

He nodded and I heard the slight voice of the person on the other end but I couldn't quite make out what they were saying.

"About 5"2, long dark brown hair, blue eyes" he said, I bowed my head down in embarrassment when I realized that he was describing me.

He rubbed the back of my hand in comfort and I looked back up at him, "Greenville" he said what seemed to be the location of where we were.

"Okay thank you very much, goodbye" he said, pulling the phone from his ear and ending the call. "The police are on their way, you're safe now, sweetheart" he said, giving me a smile of reassurance.

I smiled back and said "thank you so much", he gave a slight nod and replied "anything to help such a beautiful young lady".