Ripped Away (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty

Harry stirred into consciousness with a massive headache. It felt like the side of his head was on fire. Opening his eyes, he saw a desk with a window behind it. An office?

He tried to move, but realized he couldn’t, figuring it was due to major tying-up. He almost laughed at how Hollywood it seemed, half-expecting a thin, moustached villain to burst in and give an evil laugh. Tugging, he could feel his hands bound behind him, his ankles attached to the chair legs, and lots of rope around his torso.

Turning his head as slowly as he could manage to minimize the throbbing, he saw Crystal seated next to him in a similar state, only she was still passed out.

“Crystal… Baby, wake up.” Harry forced, still spinning from the blow to his skull.

She moaned softly and her eyelids began to flutter, but she wasn’t fully waking. He supposed she’d been knocked out with some sort of chemical instead, for which the effects took longer to wear off.

“Crystal, honey? It’s me, it’s Harry. You’re alright.” He waited for her to open her eyes and look at him before continuing. “We need to get out of here, okay? Can you move at all?”

She tugged her arms forward, to no avail.

Suddenly, the door behind them opened and they both turned their heads to see who it was. Harry’s heart stopped.

“Hello, lovebirds…” the tall brunette purred evilly. It was her.

The one that stabbed Crystal.

The one that pushed Louis into traffic.

“You,” Harry breathed as she strutted past them to lean on the long desk.

“Me,” she flaunted and flashed a grin. “I know you missed me, hot stuff.”

Completely overcome by his emotions, Harry just stared at her in shock. He couldn’t believe she was standing right there in front of him. She, who managed to stab his fiancée and nearly kill his best friend, the one who haunted his dreams for days, now stood before him with a sinister and seductive look in her eye, as if she meant every bit of it, and would do it all over again if she had the chance.

“And I bet you never thought you’d see me again, did you? Well, if this little whore had stayed within her boundaries, we might not even be here. I guess now, though, I can finish what I started.”

Harry sprang forward menacingly, but didn’t make it far as the sturdy chair held him in place. She giggled mockingly. “If you even so much as touch her, I swear…”

The side of her mouth curled up as she approached him slowly. “Go on,” She leaned in so her face was inches from his. “What is it you’ll do to me?” She teased.

Furious, he could only glare. She smiled again and straightened, and prowled over to Crystal, so that she was standing directly in front of her. “I should’ve slit your damn throat.” The woman then thrust her fist into Crystal’s side, directly where she had only recently been stabbed, and in response, Crystal cried out in agony.

“GET AWAY FROM HER!” Harry shouted as he fought against his ropes.

“Now what could all this shouting be about?” An eerily familiar voice echoed from behind. Harry didn’t need to turn to know who it was. His heart dropped to his gut as he realized there was absolutely no getting out of this. “You’re not abusing my superstar, are you, Angelica?”

“Of course not.” She replied innocently, moving to the side of the room. “Only his bitch.”

“Ah, ah…” he chastised lightly as he approached the desk. Harry still hadn’t turned his head for fear of his understanding being confirmed as reality. “Is that the way we speak to our guests?”