bullet wounds // h.s

Chapter One // Escaped

Alyssa's POV //

Today mass murderer, rapist and kidnapper Harry Styles escaped a highly secured jail cell.

Am I scared?

No. I have no reason to be afraid, I am perfectly safe in my home along with my best friend.

Should I be scared?

Caitlyn, my best friend, says I should be freaking out like she is. But why? The jail was located on the other side of the state.

Under no circumstances am I afraid that Harry Styles will destroy my life! I don't even know the bloke.

I, however, hypothesise that Harry himself had some help escaping his highly secured jail cell. Nobody would be smart enough to escape this prison without the help of a fellow criminal friend.

But shouldn't this make him more vulnerable? - My inner thoughts ask.

Yes it will, but I am simply not afraid. Bad things happen to the ones who deserve it. And as I recall, I haven't done anything in my recent past to make a mass murderer come after me.

"Caitlyn, calm down! Harry freaking mass murderer Styles is not going to Rape, Kidnap or Kill us! We are perfectly fine babe." I calmly speak, trying to help my hyperventilating best friend calm down.

"Okay, I'm good now." Caitlyn says, trying to give me a convincing smile. I raise my eyebrow at her.

"You're not fooling anybody Caitlyn Jennifer Dianna, especially not me. I know you, come on let's go out to get something to eat." I speak, trying to con her into coming down to our local shops.

"But the news told everyone in the Cheshire area to stay locked indoors, lights off and hide." Caitlyn says, looking up at me with her big watering Olive Green eyes.

"Caitlyn, our lights are on, the doors are all unlocked and we aren't doing a very good job at hiding, are we?" I ask her.

"Fine I'll come. Just let me grab a jacket and my purse." Caitlyn says wearily, before jumping up from the couch and makes her way into my bedroom.

Smiling a winning grin, I walk in after her and grab my blue denim jacket to drape over my light green blouse. I grab my wallet and walk out the room with Caitlyn by my side. She was slightly shaking.

"Katie don't be a worry wart, we're perfectly fine." I say, reassuring her while I locked up my house. She un-surely nodded her head at me before descending the stone staircase of my front yard.

We were walking when I even started to feel nervous myself. I felt butterflies in my stomach and told Caitlyn to stop. We were only about a street away from my house when I said to her,

"Caitlyn I'm sorry for dragging you out here, Can we go back? I am starting to feel nervous myself." I say to her, while she turned around to look at me.

Once she had fully faced me, she went to go speak but had a scared and shocked look on her face that made her freeze still.

"Caitlyn what's wrong?" I ask her. I see her gulp and point a steady finger behind me. I slowly turned around but it all happened at once. It was too quick to even remember what happened.

Standing behind me was mass murderer Harry Styles, who had a dark and creepy smile etched onto his face. He spoke two words before I passed out in a horrified state;

"Hello love." Mumbled his husky British voice, and I was swallowed into a sea of darkness...

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I awoke in a highly detailed room that I knew all to well not to be mine. Questioning myself about the events that occurred last night, I suddenly remembered what happened.

"Harry Styles kidnapped me." I spoke, reality settling in. I heard a dry laugh come from a dark corner in the room, but a figures shadow soon came out to play. "Yes darling, I did indeed kidnap you." Harry's low husky voice spoke, me now seeing his criminal face in the flesh.

"Where's Caitlyn?" I shout, getting nervous.

"No need to shout love, she's just downstairs cooking breakfast for my boys and I. Care to join us?" He asks.

"I doubt that's going to happen any time soon pretty boy. When can I go home?" I ask, starting to get angered by Harry's amused face.

"Never." That one word made me burst into tears. I thought I saw Harry's face soften, but I saw wrong when I saw the evil smile on his face again. 

"What about my par- *hiccup* -ents?" I ask, still sobbing lightly. He spoke the next word ever so lightly and then left the room, "Dead."

I burst into another round of tears, before gathering the sheets I was already tucked into, and curled into a ball.

Harry's POV //

I will have to admit, I had let my frightful bad boy look wipe off of my face to be replaced by my rare pitiful face.

I had mad a girl cry. Yes I raped girls, which made them cry, but everybody just mis-understood me. I didn't actually physically rape them, they payed me to do it. Prostitutes mainly, but I always ended up killing then anyway.

But this girl was different. Beautiful in a way. Smarter, Respectful, A girl I always dreamed of marrying and having children with.

But with my life going the way it is, those days will never come. I put my nasty evil smile back on my face before she realised I felt bad for her.

But I had left her room feeling pitiful for her again. Why did I kill her parents? But I knew the truth anyway, they were never her real parents. Her 'parents' are these bad people that kidnapped her when she was three. How do I know this? Ask her older brother, a gang member of mine to be exact.

Zayn Malik.

Caitlyn's POV //

Why do I have to cook them breakfast? These 'men' are so stupid-

A, they do not know how to clean!
B, they can't cook and you can see that they live off of Chinese Takeout, Pizza and KFC.

Not to mention how loud they are! Aren't they supposed to be wanted or something? Idiots, you're going to be caught if you keep being as loud as you are.

"Breakfast!" I shout, making four boys run into the kitchen with a hungry glint in their eyes. "Where's Harry?" I ask the four other boys.

"He's talking to Alyssa." Liam says, half a pancake hanging out his mouth. I cringed, boys are going to be boys.

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