Serendipitous (Harry Styles) [BOOK ONE]

5| ȶaken

5| ȶaken

My eyes shoot open when I hear thudding outside the warehouse. I sit up straighter, looking around. When my eyes lay on the window across from us, I feel myself beginning to get scared. It's pitch black and I wait for a demonic face to pop up and scare the crap out of me. I sink lower into the bed, my arms aching from being tied up to the headboard. I wish I could hide under the blanket, but that's impossible. I look over to my right and can just see Harry's bare back as he is sprawled on his stomach and in a deep sleep.

The noise becomes louder, followed with someone carefully shaking the door handle from the outside. The person is obviously trying his hardest to be quiet, but I'm already wide awake now and can hear them clearly.

The door handle stops moving and the footsteps sound distant. I contemplate whether or not to wake Harry up. Maybe they are here to rescue me? Or maybe they are serial killers.

For some reason, I find that waking Harry up would help me be protected from this killer even though Harry is a killer himself. So I use my foot to kick at Harry's side as my hands aren't usable and I don't exactly mind kicking him.

Harry groans loudly and furrows his eyebrows, his eyes still closed. "Wake up!" I whisper yell, feeling like the person is still out there, preparing to attack. And I'm right.

I scream loudly as the window I had been staring into earlier smashes and a small metal ball rolls on the ground toward us. Harry is up now, confused and startled. "What the fuck-" Harry is cut off when the ball starts to release a thick gas that hisses out and invades the space. Immediately, Harry and I begin to cough uncontrollably and struggle to breathe as every breath we take inhales the gas. I can't see anything through the white cloudy smoke. My lungs are aching and I feel like I am drowning. I close my eyes waiting for death to take over my body.

Besides the sound of the gas hissing out of the grenade, I can hear Harry swearing and flailing his arms around to try to find his way out.

I feel hands on the chains around my arms but I can't see who it is. The chain is successfully removed and my arms drop to my side. I collapse back onto the bed, my body feeling like jelly. The last thing I remember are hands around my body and being lifted before a painful sleep takes over.

***

The next time I wake up, I find myself in a unfamiliar place. My neck hurts from having it and rested on the back of a hard wooden chair that I am currently tied up to.

Whoever has me here definitely was not here to rescue me.

"Hell-" I am about to call out when I start having a coughing fit that last for at least ten minutes and I feel like my lungs are about to come out from my throat.

My coughs seem to catch my second kidnapper's attention, since the bedroom door swings open and a young blonde boy that looks innocent walks in with a smile on his face. I don't return the smile and give him the dirtiest look I can muster. He doesn't care and walks towards me, placing a finger on my cheekbone.

I try to back away from his touch but it's hard when you're tied to something.

While he caresses my face, I notice a tattoo of a symbol on his wrist. It looks like something similar to what I've seen before. Exactly the same as Harry's and Zayn's and even Liam, Harry's assistant. It then hits me that the tattoos represent where they work.

"Who the fuck are you and what do you want from me?" I screech, giving him the angriest look I can muster.

"The same thing he's got you for. Money." The boy says, referring to Harry. I internally groan. Great, another person trying to use me against my will thanks to my father. Should I even call him that anymore? Because every time I think of him my blood boils and I feel myself about to cry.