Hostage

17. "What the fuck are you doing to me?"

Soft, warm bursts of air is what woke me from my slumber. Dazed, I layed immobile for a few beats before stretching my legs and arching my back. However, I stopped when I knocked into a body and they grunted softly.

And suddenly, last nights events came racing through my mind. Clyde.

I gasped and pushed myself from his arms. However, I misjudged how close I was to the end of the bed and tumbled off. Once I landed on my butt I shuffled backwards on my hands and knees until I was up against the wall, breathing heavily.

I was almost raped.

"Raleigh?" Came a soft voice from the bed. I tried to mute my heavy breathing, but Harry sat up and stared at me in bewilderment. His hair was disheveled on one side from sleep and his eyes were slightly red.

"I'm sorry" I whispered, covering my face with my hands. "I just- I instantly thought of Clyde and-"

"You don't have to worry about him anymore. He won't bother you"

Although I was relieved when Harry said those words, I was also a little spooked. Did that mean he was dead? Should I be upset if he is?

"O-okay" I stuttered out nervously, wiping my sweaty palms on my thin T shirt and standing up shakily. "You can just go back to sleep I'll just-"

"Get in the damn bed Raleigh" Harry rolled his eyes and beckoned me forwards. I hesitantly crawled into bed with him again, careful to remain on my side and avoid any contact with him at all. I could hear Harry's sigh of disapproval, but he didn't act on it.

I waited until I could hear his soft snoring until I allowed myself to drift back into a dreamless sleep.

~*~

"Wake up"

I jolted awake at Harry's sharp tone and looked at him with wide eyes. He scowled at me as I remained stationary on the bed. "Get back in the basement"

I knew Harry was an absolute dick, but seriously, making me go back into the same place where I almost got sexually abused last night? That was a little over the edge.

"Please don't make me" I whimpered, tears already welling in my eyes. Harry looked away and clenched his jaw at the sight of my tears. "I already told you last night that you don't need to worry about Clyde"

"I know, I know but- I can't. It-"

"-Raleigh let me tell you something" The left side of his mouth quirked up in a sinister smirk. "You're here to give me information. You're here for leverage against your father. I'm here to get that information from you. That's it" He paused.

"I will provide you with food, water, and clothing, that's it. I don't care if you're uncomfortable. I don't care if you want to go home. I don't care that one of my men almost raped you. The only reason I stopped him is because-" He hesitated just enough for me to catch it. "I thought someone else had broken into my house again and was trying to kidnap you."

"You're lying" I spoke softly, shaking my head. "I don't know how much but you care about me, you do" I shakily stood so I'd appear less intimidated and more strong. "You let me sleep in your bed twice because you knew I was uncomfortable. You're a human being, just like me. You have a beating heart so it's instinct to sympathize with other-"

"SHUT UP" He roared. He reached out and gripped my forearm harshly, twisting it behind my back and ignoring my sobs as he pushed me in front of him and guided me from behind down the stairs and into the basement.

He shoved me through the basement and I gripped the railing just in time to stop my fall. "Noo" I cried, but just as I turned around to throw myself at Harry he had slammed the door and I was left to bang on it relentlessly as I cried out.

"Please don't leave me down here!!"

~*~

"Oh shit" Louis jumped in fear as his eyes fell on my body; curled up into a ball at the top of the stairs exactly where Harry had left me.

"Raleigh what the hell are you doing?"

"I don't want to go down there" I whimpered. Louis sighed and looked behind him before running a hand through his hair.

"You're alright, you know that right? I won't let that happen to you again" He spoke honestly as he crouched down to my level.

"Please stop acting like you care" I whispered, shaking my head as I placed my head on my knees. I could hear Louis' hesitation bubbling in the air, creating a tense atmosphere between us.

"My girlfriend Eleanor, that girl that did your makeup when we went to that club, she was raped. She was on her way to see me and it was late at night. When a bunch of guys see a pretty girl walking alone, well, they're going to take their chances."

I stared up at Louis in shock. I had been so rude to Eleanor without even knowing what she'd been through. Oh god, I was a horrible person.

"It took her a while but she eventually came around. And she's okay now. She's never going to forget, but she's alright"

~*~

After Louis and I talked for a good half hour or so, I was a lot more comfortable around him. He told me a few stories about he and Eleanor and I listened intently and nodded along when necessary.

Louis then proceeded to tell me that we were going to another club tonight because everyone was uptight and they needed to loosen up. Of course, I'd asked him if I had to go. And of course, he said yes because Harry didn't trust me by myself.

So here I was, sitting in the front seat of Harry's car in that same godforsaken dress. I didn't even bother to put the effort into pulling it down; It would only rise up anyway.

Harry didn't talk to me the entire way there and I didn't mind. Even when some horrible country song came on in the car I didn't reach to change it, and neither did Harry.

And Harry didn't offer me his hand to help me down from my seat in his Range Rover. He just opened the door and stared at me as I struggled to hop down and land evenly in these awful heels.

Once I was somewhat steady on my feet Harry shut the door and walked away, leaving me to stumble clumsy after him.

~*~

"Straight up Vodka?"

"Thats what I said isn't it?"

"Alright, miss. Coming right up"

The bartender eyed me wearily before running off to mix my drink.

"That's a heavy drink" A male voiced soothed. A body slung itself in the chair to my right, but I kept my eyes on the glass of water that I'd ordered earlier. Well, Niall had ordered it for me, claiming that he was executing orders from Harry.

Apparently Harry had been keeping an eye on me all night and thought I needed to slow down a bit with all the drinks. And you know what, fuck him.

Fuck the shit out of him.

"Well, I need it" Was my response.

A small chuckled sounded and the guy slung his arm around the back of my chair. I jolted at the feeling of being encased by him and jumped back, my eyes meeting .

"Whoa" He jolted when I jolted, retracting his hands from around the back of my chair. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" He smiled slightly. "I was just gonna do that one move where you get a bit closer so she can smell you and then move away so it just like lingers and then you'd want more but-"

"-oh my god" I laughed, clutching my stomach and holing a hand over my mouth to conceal my laughs. "You're so awkward" I giggled again, but he didn't seem to mind because he was laughing too.

"Yeah, that was pretty bad" He chuckled. Bright green eyes found my own as we drifted into a silence. "So-" He ran his hand through his semi-long hair. "-would you like to talk out back?"

I raised my eyebrow and glanced to where he was suggesting. Only a couple people were out on the back deck, one of them being a couple making out in the chair.

"Just so I can actually hear you" He added as a nervous afterthought. "Here, C'mon" He hopped down from his chair and extended his hand towards me, raising an eyebrow.

I smiled as I glanced up at the VIP section where Harry was standing with a death-like grip on the railing that overlooked the club. Even though there were hundreds of people in this club, I knew his eyes were solely on me. He shook his head 'no' as his eyes glanced to the man next to me.

And that's exactly why I placed my hand in his and smirked.

~*~

"No way!" I burst into laughter.

"Yep. It is hands-down the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to me"

"What did you say when your mom walked in?"

"I didn't say anything! I was too busy jizzing in that fucking sock"

"Ewwww" I shrieked, crossing my legs in front of me and covering my hands with my face. "That's horrible"

"Yeah. When I walked out later she said that she never wanted me to do that again unless I was home alone"

"Did you listen to her?"

He laughed. "Of course not"

I laughed again and shook my head, a big smile on my face. "You're different" I spoke. "Do you know that?" I lifted my head from his chest to look up at him.

We were cuddled up on the big sofa at the corner of the balcony, his hand was around me and I was half-way on top of him, but he didn't seem to mind the extra weight.

"What do you mean?" He smiled down at me. I opened my lips to tell him how he was the only guy I've met at a club that hadn't tried to take me home yet, but the words were lost on my tongue as he stared down at me with a smile.

Instead, I pushed myself up so I was hovering over him. His eyebrows drew together in confusion, but before he could speak I pushed my lips against his. He responded immediately, grabbing at my hips to pull me into a straddle across his lap.

I whined against his mouth as his palm cradled my cheek and he pushed his tongue against the roof of my mouth. His lips left mine to connect with my neck and I whispered out "let's get out of here".

He groaned in agreement and pulled away, smiling cutely at me. Just as I went to push myself up, his eyes locked on something over my shoulder and he froze.

Before I could look for myself a hand wrapped around my mid-section and I was yanked into someone's chest. I squirmed around in Harry's grip but he only held me tighter, crushing my frame against his.

His eyes scanned my face briefly, landing on my swollen red lips. His jaw clenched and he pushed me into Louis' arms before grabbing Shane by his collar and lifting him from his seat to knock him into the wall.

"Stop it! Harry stop!"

"Who the fuck are you? Who the fuck gave you the right to fucking touch her" Harry growled angrily. I watched in horror as he brought his arm back before landing a heavy punch to Shane's jaw, knocking him out cold in one hit.

Harry stepped back to let the weight of Shane's body collapse on itself. Then, he turned to me and grabbed a chunk of my hair, pulling it back to arch my body and expose my neck.

I swore I could hear Harry growl as his eyes zeroed in on a spot on my neck. I listened to Niall's comment of objection as Harry dragged me through the club by my hair.

"Harry" I cried, clawing at his arm as he briskly walked through the club, people parting instantly at the sight of Harry Styles. "Please" I cried.

Harry showed no remorse as he dragged me all the way to his car. I was shoved in the backseat and I watched as he paced to the front of the car before punching the hood and letting his head hang.

He was muttering words to himself as he slid into the front seat of the car and began the drive home.

"Can you explain something to me?" He heatedly whispered to me. I made myself as small as possible in the backseat, but somehow I still felt so open and vulnerable to him.

"Why did I do that? Why should I care that you wanted to fuck that nobody? Why was I so angry when I saw you straddling him?" His voice rose with every word to where he was nearly shouting.

"Can you tell me why the fuck I was so consumed with rage that I felt the need to beat that guy to death just because I saw him touch you? Huh, Rae? Can you tell me why that is?"

"Why the fuck do I care who touches you or who looks at you or who who kisses you? What the fuck are you doing to me?" The trees were zooming by in a blur as Harry let his rage consume him.

"I don't know" I whispered softly, wiping tears from my eyes as they locked with his through the mirror.

After a few beats of silence he spoke:

"Neither do I"