Styles and The Beast

Chapter 3

"I'm not going to kill you, I'm going to keep you."

I started hyperventilating. My mind was going into overdrive.

"Quit it before you pass out again!" He snapped. His fists hit the bars. The rust flying off. His breath was coming out in growls. Even though his threatening demeanor scares me to no end, I can't calm my breaths.

In fact it's getting worse. I hear the click of the padlock to my cage and the door creak open. I don't want to look up in fear of angering him further.

His footsteps are menacing and dangerous. I see the tips of his brown, muddy boots.

His hand grabs my hair and he yanks me up. My feet dangling from the ground for the second time today. I reach for my hair in hope of stopping the pain.

His face is in mine now. His eyes are switching colors like a fucking rainbow. It's like they tell his emotions and he is feeling every single one.

His ragged breaths fan over my face. I whimper and a tear falls down my face.

He drops me and my head slams against the concrete.

I could instantly feel the blood leak from my scalp.

I know I'm not dead but I guess I was in so much shock that I couldn't move.

I heard Harry curse loudly and kneel next to my body. I felt his warm fingers press against my neck tenderly and gently. They were shaking slightly.

I total change in character. Like a flip of a switch.

I swore he let out a sigh of relief when he felt my pulse. I heard the popping of his knees as he stood up.

He kept mumbling something about Liam and stupid new phones.

I can only grasp parts of the conversation. My hearing is like a phone connection breaking up.

"She... Fell. Yes! Fuck... Shut up! Thank you." I hear something hit another thing and an angry huff.

"God damn it!" Something is thrown across the room. It crashes against the wall.

If I wasn't paralyzed I probably would've screamed and coward away.

Everything gets really quiet until I hear more footsteps. These footsteps are coming in a fast pace. They seem to stop and shuffle for a bit.

"The hell did you?" The voice is calm but angry at the same time. It seems to contradict itself.

"I didn't mean to! I was getting pissed and he was getting pissed!" He? There was only one person. Harry. He's fucking psychotic! "Just fix her!" Fix me! I'm not a toy. To you I might be considering you picked me up like one!

I heard a dark laugh and more footsteps. "She's a sassy one," the man's voice was light and had an accent I couldn't quite decipher. And what did he mean by 'she's a sassy one?

"What are you doing here Niall?" Harry scowled at, I'm guessing, Niall.

"What? I can't visit my dear old friend Harry? Check in on him and his... Friend?" Niall laughed. A growl rang throughout the room. More shuffling was heard.

"Would the two of you chill!" The mystery man's voice scolded. I could hear footsteps get closer. I felt fingers being pressed against my temples. A warmth settled there and slowly spread throughout my body. The ache in my head dulled and I could finally will the power to open my eyes.

My vision was blurry at first. The first thing I saw was a man's face so close to mine I screamed. He quickly fell backwards at my sudden outburst. The one man started laughing. I could only guess that was Niall because of that unforgettable laugh.