Seized With Styles

Chapter 4

I took a breath before I started on my story.  "Where I live, the neighborhood is pretty safe.  It's about 30 minutes from downtown.  I take nightly runs a lot to clear my mind.  Tonight... or last night,"  I wasn't exactly sure what time it was or how long we were in there, "I decided to just go for a nice stroll through the park.  My parents know that I go out, but they always worry, of course, so I can only be out til 10.  Anyway, I sat on the swings in the park for a bit, then decided to head home early.  I sent a quick text to my parents, and was about to cross the street when the van came speeding down the road.  I stepped back on the sidewalk and flipped them off for almost hitting me.  I noticed you in the back of the van.  The van stopped and a guy jumped out.  He started to walk toward me, so I took off running back into the park. I didn't make it far until I was was stabbed with a needle.  Woke up in here, and here we are."  I explained.  Harry was quiet for a bit.  I didn't have anything else to say to him so we sat there in silence.

"So, your parents are probably scared shitless."  Harry finally said.

"Yeah, I guess so." I casually said, not really thinking about his statement.  But, suddenly the realization hit me that my parents don't know what happened to me.

"Oh my God, my parents are probably freaking out!"  I cried out.  Tears involuntarily started to for in my eyes.

"Hey, it's okay."  Harry said, trying to calm me down.

"No, it's not okay!"  I yelled back.  "My parents probably think I'm dead, and that creepster guy basically said he was going to rape me.  Everything is not okay."  The tears kept coming and my head was starting to hurt from all the tears.  Harry sat up off the wall and turned toward me.

"Look at me."  He demanded quickly.  I kept my head down, not wanting to look at him, but also not wanting him to see me like this.  "Please."  He begged.  I finally gave in and looked up at him.  Once he saw my broken face, I could see hurt and guilt fill his eyes.  It quickly disappeared and determination filled the spot.  "Listen to me, okay?"  He waited for me to respond, so I nodded my head to assure him I was listening.  "There are a lot of people out there looking for me, and it's obvious you parents have the police out looking for you.  They are going to find us.  All we have to do is hold on for them.  Also, I wont let that scumbag touch you without a fight."  His eyes burned with fury as he mentioned Evil guy.  "I just need you to be stong with me, okay?"  He asked.

"Okay."  I whispered.  We were silent for a bit so the words could sink in.  "By the way, you can call me Rikki."  I said, realizing I never told him my name.  He smiled at me, and settled back on the wall.

"Well alright Rikki," I couldn't help but smile at the way my name rolled off his tongue.  "Tell me about yourself."  I paused briefly before I responded to think about what I wanted to share with him.

"Well, my name is Rikki Morris.  I live with my mom, dad, and sister outside of Atlanta.  I'm 18 and just graduated from high school.  My favorite color is purple and I have ann obsession with shoes,  I don't know where I want to go to college yet, and I love to play soccer."  I decided on general information to break the ice between us.  I could feel his eyes on me, so I turned toward him and smiled.  He knew he got caught look at me, so he blushed and locked away.  I smirked at his rosy cheeks.  "What about you?"  I asked.

"Don't you know about me already?"  He asked.

"No, I'm not a die hard fan girl.  I know your songs and who you are, but I don't google you everyday." I answered honestly.  I saw relief cross his face.

"Thank God you are not over the op.  I mean, I love my fans because without them we would be nothing.  But, they can be so annoying and crazy at times."  I couldn't help but laugh at his response.  He joined me and it helped to lighten the mood a little bit.  "At least now you will get to know some of the real things about me.  I grew up in Holmes Chapel, Chesire in England.  My mum and dad split when I was younger, and my mum just recently got married to a new guy who I really like.  I have an older sister named Gemma.  I applied for the X-Factor when I was 16 where I was put into One Direction with Louis, Niall, Zayn, and Liam.  We ended up being third, but Simon Cowell signed us anyway.  We released out first album, Up All Night, and got amazing feedback from the fans.  We toured last year with the first album before we released out second album, Take Me Home.  Now, we are just starting the US leg of the Take Me Home tour, and will finish it up in August."  He explained.  "There is a lot of other things I did, but that could take hours to explain."  I was curious to know about the real him because I've only seen his life in the spot light.

"That seems crazy."  I said.  He nodded in response.  "Do you ever just want to say 'screw it'?"  I asked.  He thought aboout my question before he answered me.

"Sometimes.  Sometimes I need to take a step back and really grasp what's going on because it gets absolutely crazy.  But, this is what I've always wanted to do and it's everyones dream to be famous.  I make a lot of people happy and I can give back to my mum and family for everything they have done for me.  So, the positives end up out weighing the negatives."  He answered truthfully.

"Wow, that was deep."  I said in all seriousness, my face staring blankly ahead of me.  Harry bursted out laughing and I quicklyjoined in.

"I have my moments, okay?" He said through his laughs.

"Ha ha, well I must be a lucky girl if I get to see the deep side of Harry Styles."  I teased, nudging him with my shoulder.

"Nah, I'm the lucky one."  He said as our laughter died down.

"Why do you say that?"  I asked.

"Because I got to meet you."