Darkened Angel (Harry Styles)

Chapter 7.

I saw darkness surrounding me as the pain continued. I had never felt a pain so horrifying, so terrifying, so real in my life. I can't even describe the pain. Imagine a knife pressed deep into your back and being brought down slowly and another knife going behind that one doing the same thing. Now multiply that time twenty. You're coming close to what I feel. I squeezed my eyes closed in pain trying, and failing, to block out the pain. I wasn't sure how much more I could take. The blackness was closing in.

Then all at once it stopped. I was about to get mad at Harry for not doing anything but when I looked for him he was running his hands over the length of where the pain was. I reached back and felt a little line running down my back. No wound. No cut. No pain. What did Harry even do? His hands finally left my back and he sat in front of me.

He spoke softly as he looked down, "I have to run to the store." He was leaving? After whatever that was had happened? "You're leaving? But what if that happens again?" I trembled. "It won't. Now stay in the house. And if anyone, anyone," he stressed the 'anyone' "comes to the door or knocks..." he hesitated. He was making me feel like a child. This is what my parents would do even if they went to take a shower. "Just don't answer the door and call either of these numbers." He gave me two numbers that were very similar. Then got up and left the room.

I looked around the room until I heard the front shut then I made my way down stairs. Despite this being a mans house it was well kept. I didn't know what I was searching for but I just kept looking. I went to the kitchen and opened the cabinets. He has no plates, no bowls, and no silverware. I had a strong feelinghe used plasting. Which if I was now living here then that was going to change. The fridge was empty except for milk. I took it out for a drink and saw the expiration date. 'Never mind milk.' I rolled my eyes and threw it away.

I wanted to know every room of this house. I wanted to know Harry. I looked all over the house and nothing caught my eye until I saw a photo album high on the book shelf. Me being the short person I am, I had to pull over a chair to get to it. I finally got it down and went to sit on the couch to read it. I opened it and saw a little boy wear a cape, running around a room, so happy. The next picture was the same little boy in the bathtub. I covered my mouth to keep from laughing. The next picture was the little boy and girl who appeared to be his sister. They were smiling, happy, and playing on a swing set. I knew the little boy was Harry. He seemed so, so, at peace.

"What the hell are you looking at?!" bellowed Harry from behind me. I shot up from my seat knocking the photo album to the floor. I scrambled to pick it up. "Uh I just well... it was on the shelf and I didn't know er..." He yanked the photo album from my hand and slammed it shut. "Don't be looking through my stuff. Just go to your room! Its not like it was really my choice to have you here!" His out burst surprised me, but at least I knew I wasn't welcome. He was fuming as I ran to my room and shut the door. I had to get out of here. I would find somewhere else to stay then come back for my cloths.

I went over to the window and opened it. I took a good look over the room, realizing this might be the last time I would ever be in here. I sat in the window, took a breath and dropped from the second floor to the ground, without being harmed. I heard the bedroom door open. I took a shaky breath as I looked up at the window. Harrys head popped out then his eyes locked with mine, anger taking over. I took off running. I looked back and saw Harry running and trying to catch up with me. I turned several sharp corners and looked back to see him no where in sight.

Now I just needed to find some where to stay. I felt two hands grab me and I knew they weren't Harrys.

I was being taken.