Seized With Styles

Chapter 2

His voice was something out of a nightmare.  I turned my head back towards him and my eyes got used to the light pretty quickly.  He wore a smirk on his stubbly face.  He looked older, and evil.  He would be the definiition of the bad guy.  If you googled 'bad guy', his picture would be the first image to pop up.  "Like something you see sweet cheeks?"  He asked me in a flirty way.  I glared at him as he slowly walked over to me.  Each step echoed on the cold, hard floor.  I kept my glare on him even though on the inside I was freaking out.  he stopped in front of me and kneeled down so we were eye level.  He looked at me with a glint of lust in my eyes.  He took his right hand and rubbed his thumb over my cheek.  I quickly moved my head to get the feeling of his hands off of me.  He chuckled to himself, stoop up, and  turned toward the boy in the room.  But, before he took a step, he grabbed the tape on my face and ripped it off.  I screamed out in pain and immediately tasted blood on my lips.  "I don't want those beautiful lips of yours hidden from my view."  He winked at me and a dreadful feeling washed over my body.  I watched him approach the other boy in the room.  I finally got to get a good look at him.  His eyes were an emerald green colored.  He was also glaring at the guy.  Evil guy, my new nickname for him, stopped in front of him and smacked him across the face with the back of his hand.  I gasped as the boy slumped over from the impact.  He sat back up and evil guy hit him again.

"Stop it!" I croaked out, but quickly closed my mouth.

"Aww, do you have a soft spot for this guy."  Evil guy smirked.

"I... I don't even know who he is."  I stuttered.  Evil guy laughed a deep and scary laugh.

"Would you look at that.  Ha, she doesn't even know who you are."  He exclaimed, shock evident in his voice.  "Well sweet cheeks, you are looking at the infamous Harry Styles."  First off, I really hated the way he called me sweet cheeks, and second, I could not believe that I was looking at the Harry Styles.  Of course I knew who One Direction was; I mean who doesn't.  I wasn't that big of a fan, but I still knew some things about them.  "What, you couldn't recognize the well known curls?" Evil guy smirked as he ran a hand through Harry's curls.  Harry shoke Evil guy's hand away and a chuckle escaped his throat.  "A little fiesty today Harry, aren't we?"  Evil guy mocked him, and I could see the anger on Harry's face.

"What do you want from us?"  I asked bravely.  Evil guy turned towar me, and eyed me up with a half smile playing on his lips.  I moved my knees up to cover my body, and he seemed to find that amusing.

"Well deary, I really wanted Harry, but when you saw us, I needed to make sure you wouldn't get the word out that poor little Harry was taken, so of course you had to come along for the ride."  He eyed me up again, and my knees unconsciously slid all the way up to my chin.  "What can I say, you will do us well."  Thoughts of what he meant by that filled my head, and believe me they weren't pretty.  Tears welled up in my eyes.  This guy officially scared the living daylights out of me.  Harry started to struggle out of his ties as he glared at Evil guy.  If looks could kill, Evil guy would be a dead man 20 times over. "Calm down Styles, I won't do anything to her."  Evil guy reassured him as he turned toward the door.  Just before he got there, he turned back to us. "At least not yet."