Daddy Styles

The man in the coffee shop

I hear the sounds of a muffled voice as my eyes open, but my vision blurred with little spots.

"(Y/n)! Oh my god!" Harry holds me close rocking me softly. "I warned you not to leave..." He looks at me.

"What did you do?" I whisper I see his hands are covered in my blood. When I move my eyebrows my forehead is sticky from tried blood.

"I put spikes in the driveway in case you tried to drive away...at least you made it, the last girl hit her head so hard she died." He picks me up walking us back to the house.

I see his car flipped over with smoke coming from the engine and the driver side window busted out with the glass spread all over the ground like dangerous snow. "You're scaring me."

"Just be good and I won't hurt you." He opens his front door once we finally arrive there. He lays me on the couch roughly pulling off my clothes. "I'll wash these for you." He strips me until I'm in my panties and bra. He leaves to put the clothes in the washer. I start to cry upset that I was so close to escaping, so damn close to being free. "Hey why are you crying? You're alive and you're with me." Harry bends down next to me kissing my cheek.

"I want to go home." I sob. He pulls stuff out of a first aid kit to fix my gash on my head. I cry out in pain as he places alcohol on my open wound. "Stop! Stop!" I push at his hands.

"I need to fix you so you don't get an infection." He puts some cream on the area watching my eyes as tears keep falling. He leans down kissing me softly which I don't return. He leans back moving the skin on my forehead. "Do you feel anything?"

I shake my head. "No." I whisper.

"Just relax." He says sewing the gash closed taking it slowly with care. I close my eyes taking in breaths to calm my fast heartbeat. I hated needles so much. I start to shake slightly. "You're okay almost done, you're doing good." He tries to comfort me, but I start to twitch. He holds me down. "Please I'm almost there you're okay." I keep freaking out as he finishes. I push him away once he's done pulling a pillow off of the back of the couch clutching it rocking back and forth.

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"What do you mean you can't send a party after her? That's my daughter!" Angie yells at an officer, the mother of (y/n).

"She's eighteen she had the right to leave. We have cases like this all the time I'm sure she will come back in a week. Now if you will excuse me I have things to get to..." The officer says starting to stand.

"She could be hurt! She never runs away from home! What kind of police office is this?!"

"Ma'am please leave before we have to restrain you."

"That's my daughter, I swear to god if something happens to you I'll make sure you rot in hell." She picks up her purse storming out of the station.

When she arrives home she uses the most recent profile picture on (y/n)'s Facebook making a missing flier to post around town. She walks to a local coffee shop taping a paper to the window as she cloaks the town in her daughters face trying to find answers and most importantly her. "Excuse me, have you seen my daughter?" She asks a man with floppy brown hair a bright blue eyes. She notices his tattoos on his wrist peeking out of the sweater resting body as he takes the flier making her cringe a bit, but when he speaks his voice is soft and filled with kindness.

"I have not, but I will keep my eyes open and call you." He folds the paper into a small rectangle sliding it into his pocket. "I'm heading to Canada maybe I'll find her on the way." He looks at her trying to help the worried mother knowing she needs any reassurance to help her through this.

"Thank you so much I appreciate it."

Little does she know he doesn't currently have his cell phone on him to call in case she sees her daughter.