Escaping this yearning Escapade(A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter four

Think, I tell myself.

Ok, so I've just been kidnapped in a black car on my birthday with a stranger who is willing to hurt me if I cause him any trouble. Not to forget I'm all alone.

I don't know what to think. When I look inside my mind and try to find a solution I'm in shock and my common sense won't budge: always happens when I enter panic mode. But serious I'm really scared, this guy can do who knows what to me. He could beat me, rape me, or maybe even kill me, oh God. I need to get out of here. I overheard him talking to his friend, just bits and parts though. Apparently we're going to his friend's motel?

Will he let me get out of the car? It might be my chance to get away and...and...go where? Who knows if there will be any police stations close by and he'd probably get in his- well my rented car?- and hunt me down. I don't have many advantages. Be positive I remind myself. Okay so then what are my advantages? I have a mental snapshot of his face, with his flawless complexion, high cheekbones, a well constructed jawline, green eyes which leave you dazing for days, creamy tan skin, curly chestnut tinted hair quiffed up into mess except for the few strands which fall upon his- what? Yes I somewhat think of my kidnapper as gorgeous-this is what happens when I enter panic mode. I can't think straight.

I don't think it's your panick mode which isn't letting you think straight. My consciences snickers.

Focus I remind myself.

Advantages: For one I have a good description of his face and I can trick him into feeling pity for me as I am just as innocent and just a girl-well woman now.

Just be innocent and don't cause problems. It's not much but it's all I got so it'll have to do.

My not so helpful thoughts are interrupted by talking and it has just occurred to me that the car is no longer in motion, but still.

As I start to loose faith in my plan-well more of a thought-a cold breeze hits me as the door opens. I can't run loose now, I can't even see and what if he has a gun? I freeze, of course he does, why didn't I think of that before? Looks like my common sense has escaped it's frozen state holding it captive, well that makes one of us.

"Come on!" A voice hisses at me as I feel cold hands grab a hold of my tied wrists and yank me out of the car causing me to fall.

"Hey, Harry chill. People are going to stare, she is blindfolded and tied up." He says helping me off the floor.

Okay, so my kidnappers name is Harry, or so I assume it is. Another point for advantages. I can't help but hear a familiar ring to the name.

"What people?!" He snaps. He is not having it today.

"Just bring her inside where no by passers can assume suspicion and call the cops." There's a tinge of amusement in his voice.

Inside? That sounds awfully welcoming- to my death.

As I'm pushed around and inside his friend's room, I'm sat in a chair in a kitchen? My ankles have been tied with who knows what and they exit the room leaving me sitting here. To discuss more private matters I assume. This might be my one lucky shot to get free and maybe climb out a window if there is one, I could even lock the door at the top to buy me more time.

I reach my arms out behind me and to my right to feel around. Maybe I could find a cup that I could break, or a fork, or even a kitchen knife if I get lucky. If.

Harry's P.O.V

"First off you need to get rid of that car, it'll probably be reported stolen once the people who were in the car with her find out she and the car are missing which is also a missing person report." Carl tells me.

"But first you need to get it clean and rid of all your finger prints, there's a car wash that cleans the inside too for thirty bucks which is around the corner."

"And how do you suppose I get rid of the car?" I ask rubbing my temples.

"Take it to an old junk yard and bribe the guy to have it be the next car to be crushed. Then I'll give you my legal car. Clean and simple. If they find the car, which is not likely, it'll be clean from all finger prints."

"It's not that simple." I argue.

"Yes it is. You're just making it more complicated than it has to be."

"No I'm not." I defend.

"Harry don't over think, just do, you're acting becomes more natural when you just do."

"And the girl?"

"Have fun with her."

I roll my eyes, "No."

"You're no fun. But I guess you can just take her with you, hit her hard in the head, make her forget your face and leave her on some under congested road in another state or something."

"Doesn't sound very convenient."

"Take it or leave it." He smirks.

"Give me the damn keys." I snap.

"Feisty."

 I glare at him.

"Wait what about the girl?"

"I already tol-" I interrupt.

"No like while I'm gone to get rid of the car."

"I'll watch her."

"No, you're too rapey."

"No I'm not and why do you even care about what happens to her anyways?"

When I don't respond he presses,"Hmm?"

"I don't!" I snap. And he begins to laugh.

"Fine just don't do anything stupid and make sure she doesn't do anything stupid." I remark embarrassed by his recent comment.

"Course Harry." Carl smirks.

 I roll my eyes and begin to rush to the car and turn the engine on.

I can hear him laughing through the open window.

"Fuck off." I tell him as I dash away to get rid of this car which has ruined my once already ruined life.