50 Shades Freed

Chapter 8

Throughout the rest of dinner I was beyond worried about Harry. He never responded to any of my frantic messages or calls and soon I found myself pacing in the backyard. I felt a hand placed on my shoulder and I turned seeing that it was Taylor. I shifted giving him my full attention and he smiled slightly. 

"Mr. Styles is outside waiting for you" His words washed relief over me and I quickly moved past him going out to the front seeing Harry sitting in his car. I quickly walked over and bent down looking through the rolled down window. 

"Harry what's going on?" 

"Get in the car" He says looking though the rear view mirror fixing it a little. I arch my eyebrow, he can't expect me to leave and not even say goodbye to his parents. I go to protest but Harry holds up his hand automatically signaling that he is in no mood for me to be defiant. I look back at Taylor who nods for me to get in the car. I pull open the door and slide in and I shut the door just as Harry takes of speeding down the street. 

"Harry!" I yell holding onto the dashboard before quickly pulling on my seat belt. I look behind us seeing that Taylor is following us but a bright red car catches my attention. "Harry talk to me!"

"We're being followed." He says as he drifts into the other lane swerving throughout traffic. A call comes in through the car and Harry answers it. "Taylor any idea who could be in the car." 

"As of now sir, no. We can't tell the windows are so thoroughly tinted that we are unable to see through them." I look behind us again and see that Taylor is doing his best to keep the car as far away from us as possible.

Harry swerves around a few cars and I turn around facing forward. I lean back against my seat doing my best to stay calm. I don't want to get in the way of whatever the hell they're doing. My eyes shift over to Harry and I can clearly see that he is doing his best to stay calm so I won't panic. Which isn't working.  

"Mr. Styles, we've lost the car but it's safe to say that it would be best we pull over and regroup" Taylor's voice comes out through the radio. 

"Sure" Harry says and moves into the right lane to get to the nearest exit off the freeway. I look out the window seeing that Taylor is now behind us once again. I lay my head against the window feeling a little bit better now. I can hear my heart beating out of my chest. Harry somehow senses my uneasiness and takes my hand placing soft kisses against the back of it. 

Once we are off the freeway Harry pulls into the empty parking lot of a gas station. i go to get out of the car but he quickly grabs my hand. "Don't get out of this car until I tell you too" Taylor pulls up next to us and I nod. "Climb into the drivers side" He instructs as he gets out of the car. I look at him a bit confused but slowly transition myself behind the wheel. 

I try to crack the window a bit so that I can hear whatever it may be that Harry and Taylor could be talking about. 

"Sir we were unable to get a clear view of the suspects face but I'm sure we can all assume who would be doing this..." They have an idea? And of course I was never told about any of this. I lay my head against the window and close my eyes. 

"Yes I know...we can't tell Niall any of this...he'll only over react and of course get himself in danger" My eyes widen. He's really talking about me as if I'm some child. I look at the wheel and smile to myself. He wants to treat me like I child I know how to act like one. I press my foot against the gas pedal speeding out of the parking lot hearing the screeching of the tires against the pavement. 

I don't think to worry about what Harry's going to think about this. If I'm lucky this will lead to one intense time in the Red Room. I know that we haven't used it much since the incident but I did enjoy the room. It was a time where it was just Harry and I as well as his Dominant side. Which I loved seeing every so often. 

Fingers crossed. 

~*~

I had made it home well before Harry and Taylor did. Once I was home I had time to think about what I had did. It wasn't right I know but I don't regret it. I'm not a child that you have to keep secrets from, I can handle myself. 

I hear the sound of the front door being opened I stand up from my seat on the couch. I look at Harry and he looks at me. His eyes are bloodshot, but not like he's been crying. More like he wants to murder me and bury me in the backyard. 

"Have you lost your fucking mind?" Harry says to me in a low tone that scares me a bit more than if he would have yelled. 

"No I can't say that I have..." 

"This is not the time for you to try to be funny. You could have gotten hurt or worse!"

"I wasn't trying to be funny, I was just showing you that I can handle myself. Granted I could have shown you that in a better way and at a different time. I'm just...I heard what you said to Taylor and I'm sick of you treating my like I'm some child that can't keep a secret" 

He runs his fingers through his hair and I stand there for a moment thinking about what he's going to do. I'm not sure what I even want him to say at this point. For a while we seem to stand there without saying anything to each other. 

Then finally he breaks the silence. 

"Red room. Now"