Seized With Styles

Chapter 3

Those last words sent me over the edge, and i started to cry.  Evil guy walked back over to Harry before he left the room, and ripped the tape off of his mouth.  Harry winced in pain and mumbled a few words to himself.  Once he got his composer back, Evil guy was already back to the door, and walking out.

"You son of a bitch!"  Harry yelled at him.  I just looked at my knees and tried to get the nasty images of Evil guy on me out of my head.  "I'm so sorry."  Harry whispered to me.  I looked at him, and his head was slumped down.  I sniffled my tears and composed myself before I responded.

"It's okay."  I croaked out, even though my throat was dry and sore.  He looked up at me and his green eyes were filled with sorrow.

"It's not okay.  You shouldn't have to be in this mess,"  He looked away again, and seeing his face pained me.

"You shouldn't be in this mess either."  I said, scooting my way over to him.  He heard me shuffling, and watched me make my way over to him.  I winced every now and then when the rope dug into my wrists and ankles, but I pushed the pain away from my mind.  Once I was about a foot away from him, I stopped and caught my breath because for some reason that took a lot of energy.

"What are you doing?"  He asked.  I stared at him, confused by his question.

"What do you mean?"

"Why did you come by me.  I'm the one who got you into this.  You should be pissed at me."  He explained.

"You didn't put me into this mess.  We both got shoved in here for no reason.  Also, I was just told that Evil guy was going to do some nasty things to me, and I want to talk to you so I don't have to think about that."  I rambled to him.  He looked at his knees for a few seconds, and then finally looked up at me.

"You're right, we were both put into this mess.  I swear to God if he lays a finger on you, I will kill him."  He snarled.  I was speechless by his reply.

"Ahh,okay."  I replied awkwardly.  I wasn't  for sure how to respond to that.

"It's just that no man should talk to a girl that way.  My mum raised me well."  He said, feeling the awkwardness he created.  I smiled slightly to myself.

"Well thank you."  I replied.  Thankfully Evil guy left a light on in the room we were in.  It had 4 cement walls, a door, and a cement floor.  We were close to a wall so I scooted back until my back came in contact with it.  I sighed a sigh of relief as my back felt a little better.  It started to hurt from having to hold myself up.  "Here, come lean against the wall.  It will help your back."  I suggusted to Harry.  He turned to look where I was, and scooted back so he was next to me.  Our shoulders were lightly brushing each other, and the silence was actually a little peaceful.

"So..... how did Popstar Harry Styles end up in the back on a creepy van?"  I chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood in the room.  He smiled slightly, and leaned his head on the wall.

"Well, I stayed back in the hotel we were staying at in Atlanta to talk to my mum.  All the boys already lef to go out, so it was just me.  Paul offered to stay back with me, but I figured it would be fine.  I mean, nothing has ever happened before this.  So, I get into the car they had for me.  The driver didn't say anything which is usual of our drivers, and we just headed on our way to the club I was meeting the boys at.  All of a sudden, some guys pops up from the back and stabs me with a needle.  That's all I remember until I woke up in here."  He explained.  I watched him carefully as he spoke.  His shoulders slumped in exhaustion.  I could make out a bunch of tiny tatoos that were visible on his left arm.  His white v neck was a little loose on him because he was sitting down.  His black skinny jeans were noticably tight, and I honestly felt a tang of jealousy at how good his legs looked.  His hair was a mess, and I could tell be his face he was hurting.  "So, tell me, how did you end up here with me?" He asked bringing me out of my trance.  He turned to face me and I gasped at the bruise that was forming on his right cheek.  I tried to reach my hand out to examine it, but I remembered that I was tied and had no hand movement.  I looked at him, and he seemed confused.  I blushed slightly and examined his cheek a little more.

"It's just that you are starting to bruise where he hit you."  I said quietly.

"Yeah, it hurt like a bitch."  He chuckled.  I laughed too, and I couldn't stop looking at his face.  He had a few blemishes from sweating and puberty, and his lips were read and plump.  They were a little rough from when Evil guy ripped the tape off, but they looked so edible, I had to restrain myself from kissing him.  "So are you gonna tell me or not?"  He asked, raising his eyebrows slightly at me.  He looked adorable when he did it, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Oh, yeah.  It's not all that interesting, but here it is anyway."