Hostage

14. "He absolutely hates what he's doing to you"

My lips tingled, and my fingers itched to reach up and just feel them. They felt like they were on fire; Harry left a burning sensation on my lips. It was indescribable. I had never been kissed like that...

So dominated. So raw.

I let my head fall back and dangle from the head of the chair. Get yourself together, Raleigh!

I, Raleigh Anna Holmes, had just kissed made out with Harry Styles, the one who is keeping me tied up in the basement and torturing me.

I had to get out of here.

Just as I was beginning to come up with a different way to escape this hellhole the door at the top of the steps was yanked open with force, Harry appearing with a masked expression despite the fact that we'd just made out less than 24 hours ago.

That had to be effecting him too right? I wasn't the only one?

Harry's eyes trailed my frame slowly before wordlessly bending down to untie the knots around my wrists. His careful hands slowly eased the rope free before he stood up to his full height, peering down at me with a neutral look.

"We're going to a club. Someone will be down to do your hair and makeup. He then walked over to the corner of the room where my (what I like to call) interrogation table sat. It was only then that I noticed a blue box sitting on top of it.

Harry slid the top off and pulled out a small piece of fabric. "You'll be wearing this" He threw the cloth at me. "And no, don't ask to change. I want you to wear that"

I want. He said.

I held up the so I could see the full length of it, scoffing in disgust. "Are you serious? You want me to dress like an A-class whore"

"Yep" He muttered before his lips rose in a half smirk, giving my body a once over. "I'm going to get raped wearing a dress like this" I said under my breath.

I watched Harry's lips part, eyebrows turned down in a pout. But just as he was about to say something, he stopped and turned around quickly.

"Put it on. Eleanor will be down to do your hair in an hour"

~*~

"So I was thinking maybe we should curl it? Or I could just make it wavy! Ohh! I know! I'll-"

"Honestly I don't give a fuck" I spit.

Eleanor's eyes saddened before she nodded her head. "Oh okay"

This chick hadn't shut her fucking mouth the entire time she was down here. I mean, she treated me like we'd known each other for a life time. I wouldn't have minded if I didn't look like a fucking prostitute.

The dress was long enough to cover my modesty when I stood, but if I bent down in the slightest or if I sat down then everything was exposed. Fuck Harry for humiliating me like this.

"Just so you know, Harry only wants you in this dress because he's developing something for you" Eleanor piped up quietly.

I looked at her through the mirror of the bathroom. She stood behind me, a curling iron in one hand the other on my shoulder. She gave me a soft smile and nodded her head.

"You see, Harry is kind of the leader of this little gang. It's his job to be ruthless and harsh. He has to be this way with you" She reasoned.

"So you're saying it's okay that he beats me? It's okay that he tortures me? It's okay that he's taken me from my family?" I shouted at her.

Eleanor didn't even flinch, instead she wrapped the iron around a strand of my hair. "I'm saying that he's doing what he needs to do to survive"

"Fuck you" I scoffed, blinking tears away. It was awful hearing someone tell you that what was happening to you was happening basically because you deserve it, because the person that's torturing you has to.

"If he makes you wear this dress he can pretend like that's all you are" She shrugged. "A whore"

"But trust me when I say that he absolutely hates what he's doing to you. What he's making of you. He hates it so much, but it's his job" She said softly, curling another piece.

"He can pretend all he wants like he doesn't give a single shit about you, like he enjoys doing this to you, but I know him. And I know that he doesn't want this"

~*~

"I hate him" I whispered to myself, angrily pulling the dress down to no avail. I blinked tears back when I caught my reflection in the window. I felt humiliated and utterly uncomfortable in this outfit.

"Quit crying. Nothing's going to happen. We just want to have some fun"

"Fuck you" I bit back. Harry rolled his eyes and huffed, straightening up in his seat as his eyes focused on the road.

We dove in silence. Harry didn't turn on the radio and I didn't complain. I just sat in my seat and quietly cried to myself, wondering what I'd ever done to deserve this.

Harry drove past a cop car and I instantly placed my hands against the window. But before they could see me or I could make anymore noise we were past them.

I could feel Harry's eye on me as I leaned back in my seat with my eyes squeezed close to prevent the tears. I took deep breaths for a few minutes before slowly opening my eyes and staring out of the window once again.

Harry sighed quietly and tightened his grip on the wheel.

Not another word was spoken.

~*~

"You hold onto my hand and don't let go, understand? If you try to run I'll shoot you in your leg" Harry said before taking my hand to help me down from his truck.

I tripped once I hit the ground and fell straight into Harry. His eyes widened and he quickly wrapped an arm around me to steady me. I quickly composed myself and backed out of his hold, tightly grabbing his hand as I tried to walk in these high as fuck heels.

"Louis and Zayn should already be inside. Liam and Niall will be here shortly" Great, I thought. Zayn, Louis, and Harry. My three favorite people in the entire world.

"Am I allowed to drink?" I asked as Harry led us to the entrance, passing the line and giving the bouncer a nod before walking through the dark red curtain that led us into the club.

Harry smirked at me in amusement. "Of course you can drink, babe"

~*~

"Now" a deep voice drawled out. "What's a pretty little thing like yourself doing all alone?"

"Getting drunk" I replied in a straight tone, keeping my eyes locked in front of me. Harry and the rest of the boys were up in the VIP section, and since the VIP section had a railing that overlooked the entire club I was allowed down here by myself.

I glanced up, my eyes quickly locking with Zayn's, who had been keeping a steady eye on me the entire night. I watched as his eyes darted quickly to the left, eyebrows joining in anger as the man slid into the seat next to me with a smile on his face.

"What's your name babe?" He grinned, simultaneously waving down the bartender. He ordered some random drink I'd never heard of in my life and the turned his attention back on me.

"Ra- Alice. My name's Alice."

"If anybody asks any personal information about you, you lie" Harry had told me before we arrived. "If I find out you've told anyone anything about yourself, I'll kill them"

"Alice" He repeated. "Pretty"

I watched his lips stretch back into a smile as he reached across me to get his drink. I was surprised that I didn't smell any smoke or a strong alcoholic drink in his breath.

"Now, back to my first question" He took a sip and cringed slightly. "What are you doing here alone?"

~*~

Harry

"Has he made a move?" I asked Zayn, eyes trained on the arm that was around the back of Rae's chair.

"No mate. They've just been fucking talking and laughing. What the fuck is wrong this guy?" Zayn spit. "I mean, he must want something from her"

"Or maybe he's just a decent fucking guy" Liam snapped from behind us.

"Oh piss off Liam" Zayn muttered back.

I kept my eyes trained on Raleigh, who looked so intrigued in whatever the fuck this asshole was saying. I watched with narrowed eyes as she hopped down from her seat and grabbed his hand, stumbling slightly in her heels as she led him to the dance floor.

My nostrils flared as she turned her back to him and began swaying to the music. I could feel Zayn's eyes on my knuckles that were wrapped so tightly around the railing that I could begin to feel it crack under the pressure. When he nuzzled into her neck I ripped my eyes away and turned around harshly, my eyes locked on a girl who was twirling around on a pole in the middle of the room.

Bingo.