Seized With Styles

Chapter 5

I blushed at his response and looked away.  We sat in a comfortable silence, processing all the information we learned about each other.  It was quite peaceful, and I was starting to doze off a bit.  I was quickly jolted out of my littlse nap as Evil guy walked in to the room.  The door banged against the cement wall and it sent chills down my spine.  "Jeez Harry, your disappearence is all over the news.  Everyone is freaking out.  Twitter is exploding and so is every other social media network.  I give your crew credit; they are doing a great jon of trying to find you.  Unfortunately for them, they aren't even close to figuring it out."  I felt Harry tense up next to me, and even I was getting a little pissed.  "As for you sweet cheeks, you're just on the local news in your hometown.  No one gives a shit about you.  Except for a few of my friends upstairs who are dying to get a glimpse of your sexiness."  He wiggled his eyebrows as he checked me out again.  His eyes were filled with lust, and my immediate reaction was to scoot closer to Harry. 

"Shut up! She isn't a toy."  Harry shouted.  Evil guy smirked at him and chuckled to himself.

"Does little Harry have a crush?"  Evil guy mocked.  Before Harry could answer, I stepped into the conversation.

"What do you want from Harry?"  I asked, glaring at him.  Evil guy took his eyes off of Harry and looked at me.

"Well deary, a dear friend of Harry's pretty much waltzed his way into One Direction's body guard staff.  He took my spot that I had waiting at my finger tips."

"Cal."  Harry whispered.  His face was in shock.  Evil guy scowled at Harry, obviously hearing what he said.

"Yes, your lovely friend Cal.  Do you know what it's like to have a very nice, well paying job snatched from your grasp?  It's awful.  I needed that money a hell of a lot more that he does.  But he got it, and now I'm here for revenge."  His eyes glowed with determination and ager.  It was not human to have eyes look like that, I'm sure of it.  "But why attack him, when you can attack a friend of his, and a memeber of the biggest boyband in the world?  It's an easy decision."  I looked at Harry's reaction and just noticed that the rope that was suppose to be around his hands was in his lap.  I looked away quickly so Evil guy wouldn't notice.  I glanced doown at his feet noticed the rope was loosened up also.  I must have not been paying attention at all to him if he could do that while I was dozing off.  

"Your a jealous bastard."  Harry spit out.  Evil guy just smiled at him.  Harry shifted his feet and sat up farther, almost as if he was going to pounce.

"Emotions make people do crazy things."  And with that Harry jumped up and raced toward Evil guy.  He definitely didn't see that coming.  Harry swung and connected his fist with Evil guy's jaw.  Unfortunately for Harry. 2 'friends' of Evil guy ran in from somewhere on the other side of the door and quickly contained Harry before he could do any more damage.  Evil guy did not look happy at all.  The 2 guys held Harry back with a guy holding each arm.  "You think your so tough Styles?  I'll show you tough."  Evil guy's voice dripped with hatred.  Then, he swung at Harry repeatedly. Once he hit him emough in the face, he proceded to punch him in the stomach.  Harry hunched over as the air was forced out of him repeatedly.  I tried to wriggle out of my ties but it was no use.

"Please, stop!" I cried out.  Evil guy stopped, and started to walk toward me.  His eyes were full of anger, but it quickly turned back into the menacing lust look.

"Aw, sticking up for your little lover boy.  How cute."  With that, he slapped me across my face with the back of his hand.  My head jolted to my left, and my whole right side of my face stung.  Tears welled up in my eyes, and I bravely turned back toward him.  He smiled before hitting me again, only thing time harder.  This hit knocked me over, and I started to sob quietly to myself.  "You little bitch!" He spat at me.  I saw him raise him arm again, but one of his 'friends' spoke up.

"Chris, don't.  The guys won't want her all beat up before they have their way with her."  I shuddered at the response, but was relieved that he obeyed, and walked out of the room.  The 2 guys dropped Harry to the floor with a thud and exited, slamming the door behind them.  I sat up, and tried to find Harry through my teary eyes.  He was hunched over on the ground, and I could tell he was hurting.  I needed to get over by him, so I started to tug my wrists out of the ties.  I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out in pain.  Slowly but surely my hands slipped out thanks to sweaty hands.  I rubbed my wrists and blood was starting to leak out at some spots.  They were bright red and already starting to bruise.  I untied my ankles and ran toward Harry.  He was holding his stomach, and coughing as he tried to catch his breathe.

"Here, sit up.  It will help you get your breathe back."  I advised as I helped him sit up.  I helped to drag him to the wall so he had something to lean against.  My right eye was starting to swell a little bit, so I couldn't really see out of it.  Harry lifted his head up and I gasped as I saw the damage to his face.  He left eye was bruised, and his lip was bleeding.  His right cheeck was also bruising.  "Oh my God.  Harry, I'm so sorry."  I whispered as I delicately cupped  his face in my hands to examine him a little more closely.

"Why are you apologizing?"  He asked.  His voice was a little shakey and he was breathing heavily.  "I should be apologizing to you.  I told you I wouldn't let him lay a finger on you."  I could see the guilt in his eyes and it broke my heart.

"You were in a disadvantage.  It's okay; I'm okay.  You on the other had, yeah, not so much."  I cracked a smile and he laughed, but groaned in pain while clutching his stomach.  "Sorry." I muttered.

"It's okay.  I'll live."  He responded.  He touched the bruising side of my face, and I winced in pain.  I couldn't meet his eyes that were glued to me because I knew I would start to cry.  "I'm so so so sorry Rikki."  He whispered.  I finally turned to meet his beautiful green eyes.  They were a little teary, and I have to close mine so I could keep in my own tears.  After a few seconds of composing myselt, I opened them back up and looked at him.

"Harry, I'm okay.  I promise.  My parents didn't name me Rikki because it means weak.  It means strong and that's what I am."  I said.  I could see him lighten up a bit, but he was still feeling guilty.

"Well, that name fits you perfectly then."  He said with a smile.  I smiled back, and rested up against the wall next to him.  I laid my head on his shoulder, making sure it was the left side of my face, and stared off into space.  bMy hand rested in my lap, and my feet sprawled out to the side of me.  I felt Harry's head move to look at my body position, and I soon felt his long fingers intertwine with mine.  I looked down at our hands and smiled.  I got comfy on his shoulder and closed my eyes with a smile of my face.  His head leaned against mine, and soon we both fell into a much needed peaceful sleep.