Rebel // Styles

one.

keira/

I stare down at the symbol engraved in my arm, a small heart locket. I wonder who has the same as me, who is the one I have to be with? Who is the one I will hate or love? I'm curious, but I don't want to find out.

Each person has a tattoo, they're born with it. The male or female that has the same tattoo as them, is their soulmate. It's scary, your soulmate can end up being a psychopath for all you know.

I finsish my breakfast and push the thoughts at the back of my mind, I run to the door and begin to walk to school.
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When I get back, on the sidewalk, my head is down, staring at the white blocks lined up on the side of the streets. I crash into a hard chest and lift my head up in shock.

"Oh uhm, excuse me" I see the man in front of me.

Green eyes, brown curly hair. Dimples, a smirk on his face.

"No. Excuse me" His voice send shivers down my spine.

I don't answer, my stomach turning into knots. He grabs my arm and my eyebrows crease

"Whats your name?" He says.

"What's it to you?" I ask, wearily

"Just asking" He says, his eyes darkening.

"Keira" I state.

"Keira?"He asks

He looks down at my arm, seeing my tattoo. He smirks, a look of happiness on his face and lifts me up carrying me towards a tinted, black Jeep.

Eyes wide I shake my head and try to break through his tight grasp. His breath fanning my neck and giving me goosebumps. I look down at his neck, I see a heart locket.

"No." I whisper.

My soulmate, the person I have to be with my whole life, is not who I-

My thoughts get interrupted as a cloth jams into my mouth. I try to scream, but nothing is to be heard. I try to kick, but my energy is gone. I'm weak.

I can't remember anything else. Darkness takes over me.

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I wake up, chained to a bed, ropes leaving red marks on my wrists and ankles. The silver handcuffs wrap around my hands, leaving bruises. I touch my cheek and see black and red on my finger. Mascara and.. blood. I let out a cry and leave more tear stains on my face. The door creaks open and reveals the same man as yesterday. I try to wipe my tears away, but my arms stay chained to the bed.

"what do you want" I say in a whisper, although I already know what he wants. He just smirks, that annoying smirk of his, revealing his dimples.

"I'm pretty sure you've seen my tattoo?" No shit sherlock .

"I have." My voice sounds strained and raspy.

"Than you know what I want" He smiles. Wow! He smiles for once! I'm kind of done with his smirking anyways.

"Not exactly" I answer.

"You" Those three letters, that one word, that one syllable, seems to make me get goosebumps.

"Now let me tell you a few things. If you even think about leaving, I'll find you, I'll break you Keira. Got it?"

I nod, not wanting to speak.

"Good." He says before turning around.

I gain a little confidence:

"Before you leave, you mind unchaining me and giving me food and water?"

"Okay, fine. But then you come back in here."

"whatever"

He unchains me and unties me and brings me to the kitchen, the light seeping through the windows of the small room. He takes out this random cereal I've never heard of and gives me it.

"Real fancy." I mutter.

"Shut up and eat before I change my mind"

I mimick him in my head and scowl. Once I finish, he grabs me by my arm and drags me to the room. His nails dig into my skin leaving blood traces

"You're hurting me" I say with tears in my eyes.

He looks down at my arm and his face is filled with pity and regret.

"I-I'm sorry. I um-"

"It's fine whatever"

"No no it's not" He says. What's wrong with him? First he's all "Oh don't do this stupid idiot oh no don't do that you shit" and then he's all "Oh I'm so sorry oh my god". I seriously think he's bipolar.

He brings me to the bathroom, searching under the cabinet.

"You can't find fucking bandages in your own house?" I mutter, annoyed.

"Shut up I know what I'm doing"

"Sure." I say.

I check under the cabinet myself, grabbing thr box of bandages and take one myself. I walk out of the room once done.

I may be acting confident, but to be honest, I'm fucking terrified.

Harry/

She can't just walk out. I'm Harry Styles, not some soft ass.

"Keira!" I scream and grab her other arm dragging her to the room.

"I make your decisions, and I make my decisions as well, you don't do whatever you want"

Her eyes look terrified, and I knew she was too.

"I- I, okay." She whispers.

"and remember, I'll always find you, no matter where you go." I say my face right in front of hers.

She nods, tears down her face.

No, I don't feel bad, I chain her and walk out of the room before I turn all soft again.

I won't let her leave. It took me too long to find her, I'm not ever letting her go.

A.N: So this is the first chapter! It's similat to Redemption but it's only at te beggining. In the next chapter, everything will be my idea!