Get me out of here ~(One Direction. Harry Styles)~

~maybe that fanfic won't suck. Probably will idk. But enjoy!!!~

"HELP!!" I whimpered loudly as I was thrown over the shoulder of a tall male. "Haha sorry princess. We can't let you leave now." He had a thick Irish accent. There were four other guys with him. I screamed and punched his back. "Let me down you asshole!" I heard a deep chuckle from one of them. "Nope. Babe, you can't leave after what you just saw." "I'm not going to tell anyone. I mean no one is even going to believe me if I did anyways. I'm just a no body. I-I'm a nerd. Please just let me go." Then a soft, stern voice echoed in the dark alley "Love, please just don't put up a fight. We aren't going to hurt you." "Yeah right. You just killed someone. And then you say that you're not going to hurt me. Haha! Yeah right." "Just be quiet. Please." The Irish one said. I screamed for help. I didn't care who it was that helped. I didn't care if it was just a kid. I just wanted help. From anyone. Anything. I was then dropped and shoved against a wall by the throat. I gasped for air. And held the persons wrist that connected to a strong forearm. "Just shut the fuck up! Okay. Or I'll make you." His grip on my neck tightened. My feet that were kicking were now just dangling in the air. I tried to nod. But couldn't. "O-okay" I choked out. I fell. "Niall! Pick her back up." I was agin thrown over the shoulder of 'Niall'. I didn't bother trying to fight. I just wanted to sleep now. They all ran fast. To fast for a human. One of them kicked open the door. And I was placed on the couch softly. My eyes heavy. My body weak. Somehow I still said "p-please" someone sat at my side. He put a hand over mine. "It's okay babe. We're not going to hurt you." His voice was a little bit higher than the rest of them. "I'm Louis. Okay?" I nodded. "As you know. That's Niall" he pointed to the blonde one. "The one with the buzz cut is Liam." He smiled. "The black haired one is Zayn." 'Zayn' was the one that pinned me against that damn wall. "And the curliest of them all is Harry!" I giggled a little then he got up and jogged to the kitchen. Niall went came over to me and softly spoke "we won't hurt you." He kisses me forehead. The hell? He went over to Louis. Liam came over towards me. "Everything is okay. You should get some rest." "C-Can I leave?" "Never. Sorry Emma. But after what you saw. We can have the risk of you telling anyone." Zayn said with a smirk. Goddamn it if I wasn't so tired. I'd get up and slap that fucking smirk off his bitch face. "Anyways babe. What's your name?" "Emma. Emma Rose Portman." Oh god. I'm so stupid. Why would I say my full name. Dumbass! Dumbass! Dumbass!!!! Zayn came over to me. I started to shake. "Okay look. You're not leaving. You're not going to fight. You're going to love here. You're going to sleep with Harry. No one will see you again. Got it?" I nodded and Harry plastered a cheeky grin on his face. Zayn went over to his room and slammed the door. Harry walked over to me. He didn't say anything. He picked me up bridal style and carried me to his room. He set me down on the bed softly. He took off his shirt after he set me down. I covered my eyes. "It's okay. Just changing my shirt." I took away my hands and couldn't help but stare in awe at his toned torso. His v-line was quite dominate....whoa okay Emma calm down. You don't even know this 'guy'. He laid down without a shirt. Liar. "I-I'm scared." "It's okay. I'm here." He snaked his arm around my waist. And then my back was pressed against his chest. I didn't even feel uncomfortable. Actually. I felt safe.

~okay so that was chapter one. Hopefully I get a few reads. *fingers crossed* okay love you guys!!!~

~yay. 6 reads. Now I'm happy. :) haha. Okay. Chapter 2!!!! Y'all perverted fucks. No kidding. Love you little angel faces!~

Emma's P. O. V.

**Dream**

I was running. I don't know from what. Or who, but I was running. I'm not even sure where I was running to. My legs felt weak, my heart pounded in my chest, and I was about to faint. But I knew that if I stopped I was going to be hurt. I yelled for someone. Screamed for help. And cried for myself. To keep going. I was almost to a park that I use to play at when I was little. When things were simple. There was a big tree that I would climb. I figured that maybe I could hide behind it. Just to buy me some time. I turned around. It was a guy. I looked closer. Zayn. I was crying harder now. Sweat poured from me. And I screamed "SOMEONE PLEASE! HELP!" I cried out for anyone. No one came though. I was hiding behind the tree. Trying not to shake or make more weeps. I gasped a little for air. Then turned around and saw him there. The last thing I saw was him pounce on me.