Aria Mirabella lived the stereotypical teen dream. Perfect looks, smart, rich...hell, Harry Styles is her boyfriend. But this all changes when her father is murdered. For the first time, Aria sees Harry's dark and twisted side.
It's overwhelming.
...
Aria screamed as they threw her into the boot of the car and began driving away. It was so cold and dark in the cramped enclosure. Scared and dispirited, she began to cry. What was going to become of her?
The sound of the engine was like some monster and being in the belly of the beast she was stuck and found it hard to breathe. Minutes? Hours? It felt like she was in the tight enclosure for years. Her frail body knocking against the sides as the the vehicle sped down the road.
They took her straight to Harry of course. She fell to the floor with a muffled thud. Her eyes not being accustomed to the piercing light, blinded her. Her eyes soon cleared and her hands seized to tremble. Looking up she saw the man who used to be her dreamboat.
"Baby are you alright? I was looking everywhere for you." Harry cried, tears in the corners of his eyes. Aria noticed that something was off when he said this. Perhaps it was what Arlo said to her earlier? Well, she didn't know.
Harry ran to her and embraced her. Feeling his arms around her again made her uncomfortable for some reason. Nevertheless, she hugged him back regardless, shaking off the feeling in her gut that it was wrong.
"You're wearing another man's shirt."a look of worry befell his face. "No time. We have to get you out of here, I know that you didn't do it. Let's escape together."he proposed, pulling her to her feet. Why would he kidnap Aria and then ask her to run away with him? Something was fishy and she knew it. Should she run away with him or from him?
An image of an unconscious Arlo and crying Kou came to mind.
There was no way that she would just leave them like that. Besides, what if Harry was part of 'them' or would simply turn her into the police?
"No, I won't."she replied, sternly. "We aren't even dating so what gives you the right?"
"But the police are on the lookout for you!"he cried.
"I don't care."
"Fine,"Harry's tone changed to one that she had never seen before, "have it your way."
He looked like The Devil. His eyes no longer contained any care and his smile was similar to the one a pervert would give her when 'accidentally' groping her on a train. Public transport wasn't really her thing, and now you know why. Harry held a gun that he pulled from his trench coat pocket and was idly playing with it in his hand.
"H-Harry, what's going on?"she croaked, her mind was broken. Everything had gone too quickly. She had so very little left to lose.
"It wasn't that hard to track you down, Mirabella. It was my fault for leaving you in that hotel room."he pointed the gun at her and Aria's heart stopped. "That's never going to happen again."
"P-Please don't kill me."she begged, tears flowing down her face. Please save me, Arlo! Why was this happening?!
"Awe! Should I wipe your eyes? There, there... You're probably confused, aren't you, sow?"he mocked, cocking the gun. He was British; why did he have a gun anyway? He called her a female pig too. Offending her was something that he had never done before. It was like he snapped from the perfect boyfriend to this...monster, like Jekyll and Hyde.
"Hmm...where should I start? Aha! How about when that little so-and-so of a mother you had?"
"Harry, no."she whined, never knowing that he could go that far. His grin widened.
"She left you because you're so spoilt it's suffocating, I mean, just look at yourself. Your late father gave you everything you could've ever wanted. He's dead now and you never muttered a thanks. How does that feel?"he hissed. Aria's eyes were wide. A painful feeling grasped her heart and made it difficult for air to leave her lungs.
"I-I..."
"Did I strike a chord?"sneered Harry, placing the gun at the side of her head. "Do you want to know why your father is dead? Maybe I'll play around with you for a bit..."
"Why are you doing this? I thought you cared about me!" Aria sobbed.
"Oh Aria, I never desired you...I despised you. You almost ruined everything. I had to put on that caring façade for such a long time to get close you but it didn't work and it's all your fault."he was seething and spitting poison at her as he spoke. This wasn't the Harry she kissed on New Year's Eve.
He was evil.
As he approached her, Aria was filled with dread. Harry took out a knife and threw it on the floor in front of her.
"You can kill me, if you'd like."he unbuttoned his shirt revealing his tattooed skin. "I'm not wearing a vest."
Not even considering it, She kicked the knife to the side angrily.
"I knew you didn't have the guts to do it. Everyone loves Harry Styles, right?"he smirked at her. It wasn't that loving smirk she was used to.
"Aren't you going to send me to prison?"she mumbled.
"Why would I do that? I know that you didn't kill your own father. In fact, we have been planning the whole thing for a while now."he stepped on her wrist before putting all of his weight onto her arm, fracturing it.
Aria let out a whimper.
"What happened to you? What about your fans?"
"They'll do whatever I tell them to. Everyone loves Harry Styles."
"You keep on saying that, but when I'm free, I'll make your name stink across the world."she wept.
"Would someone rather believe a murderess or me. Let's face it, who will believe you?"he seethed.
"Well, how about me?"someone mused from behind Harry.
She heard a thump before Harry fell to the floor in front of her.
Who was this knight in shining armour who had saved her.
End of Chapter 10 ____
A/N
Woo-hoo! It's the end of another chapter. Is Harry really evil? You can decide on that:
Evil
Misunderstood (could be twin brother, possession, etc...)
Goal of 100 reads on the whole story.
Cazzam ^_−☆
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