Never | (Harry Styles AU) • COMPLETE

fifty.

My eye lids feel heavy as I force them open, faint traces of light visible. The weight of a hand rubbing all over my back gives me a momentarily relieving feeling before descending into panic.

I couldn't remember anything..I couldn't remember finding Harry and apologizing..I couldn't remember leaving the house.

"You're awake," A chilling voice whispers into my ear before kissing my neck, their hand rubbing up and down my back.

"I was beginning to think you'd miss saying goodbye to me before I left for Miami,"He says sweetly the bed at my side sipping down a little lower. I realize it's Bruno and I quickly slide myself away from him, feeling more confused than ever when I see that I'm wearing nothing but a nightie.

"What the hell did you do to me," I whisper in horror, my hands trembling.

Those pills..last night..he must have drugged me because everything about last night was blank, scaring me. Who the fuck was this man..how could he drug me and do God knows what while I was unconscious.

It took a lot from me not to run out of the room right now screaming.

"Nothing," Bruno, sits up straighter, furrowing his brows at me,"What are you talking about what's wrong with you?"

I open my mouth to speak when his words register: he was leaving.

I had forgotten about his monthly business trip to Miami and that's when I knew it be perfect..it would be so much easier to leave this life if he didn't know I was leaving.

"Nothing..nothing I was just..I had a bad dream," I lie, and he stands up, walking over to the other side of the bed where I had scooted towards.

"You've been acting very strange lately..you're not..is something bothering you?" He questions, narrowing his eyes at me.

"Nothing's wrong I'm just stressed about..my memories is all.."

"Everything is exactly how it should be,"He firmly says, putting his face right up to mine, "You aren't forgetting anything."

I give him a nod, not trusting my own voice to answer. I then force myself to continue on with the small talk before Bruno finally realizes the time and has to go. He kisses my forehead, eyeing me skeptically, and I worried he'd read my thoughts and realize my plan.

"I love you," He says in an eerie tone, and I echo it back, only I sounded much More fearful than I intended.

When the sound of that front door shutting finally fills the air I rush to my closet, pulling out the things left. As I rummage around the things, I find the suitcase I packed when I had originally planned to runaway with Harry.

I drop the items from my hands to the floor, and I rush out to Harry's bedroom. I slow down my pace when I see Nina, exiting her room, her tennis racket in hand.

"Harry's not home," She tells me with a sadden expression.

"Oh, thanks," I say quickly turning on my heel to return to my room.

"Do you think he'll be at my party?" Nina asks before I can get away. I stop and turn around and nod with a fake smile plastered on my face.

"He left my recital early..he's never home..I don't know what's wrong with him," Nina shakes her head sadly,"I just hope he'll at least be there. I mean the whole reason we're celebrating my eighteenth birthday so late is because of him..it so stupid. "

"I'm sure he'll be there don't worry about it," I offer before heading back to my room. I needed to get packed and changed before getting the hell out.