Escaping this yearning Escapade(A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter six

My screaming is interrupted by Harry's oddly large hand covering my mouth. He's giving me a death glare as he drags me off the open streets and into a dark alley. Really? No one heard me? A few people passing by would take a quick glance and carry on as knowing better than to get in anyone in this areas business.

Harry shoves me away from him as we enter the alley, blocking me off. He reaches for something in the pocket of his hoodie and I know it's over. I glance away but I know better; I should look him dead in the eye when he does it, to have my horrified expression in the back of his mind to haunt him forever. But he clearly proved to me that he has no heart what so ever and if so, it's as hard as steel.

"Just get it over with." I sigh giving up knowing I could've done more, but that doesn't help or change the fact that I lost. Standing here in front of this horrible man who kidnapped poor innocent me with all pride gone, lost.

As he takes the item out of his hoodie, I flinch.

"What?" He asks confused. I open my eye and take a slight look at him; the item he took out was a phone, not a gun.

"You really thought I was going to shoot you?" He asks in a weird tone, somewhat hurt?

"You said you'd hurt me if I caused trouble." I swallow the lump growing in my throat. I have a pounding headache and I just want this nightmare to be over, to wake up and be comforted by my mother or call Nate.

"I didn't...I..." He struggles over the right words. But they don't exist, not in this situation.

"I was just going to call Carl to pick us up here, where you're out of sight." He finally admits. I just stay quiet. I have nothing to say to him.

Harry calls Carl and after what feels like forever, the awkward silence is interrupted by Carl slamming his car door.

"The damn bitch tricked me Harry!" Carl begins.

"And you let her." Harry snaps.

I would probably try to escape during their little quarrel if I had the energy.

"Careful Styles, I am the only person who doesn't hate you, almost. You came to ME for help for your little screw up." Carl growls gesturing to me.

"Fuck you then." Harry calmly says ending the discussion as he grabs my arm pushing me into Carl's car.

"Where the hell do you think you're going with my car?"

"I don't need you anymore, we made a deal, I get rid of the other car and I can have yours."

"Deal? Have?" Sarcasm booming in Carl's now angry voice?

"I've done more shit for you causing half of the people out there to 'hate me'."

"Remember Styles, I know things." Things? What things?

"Go ahead, tell everyone because when you do I'll be on the beach somewhere in Venice." Harry says jumping into Carl's car.

"I-" Harry interrupts Carl by hitting the gas pedal.

Carl begins chasing the car but Harry starts driving faster and glides onto one of the main roads. As we speed away Carl's voice roars after us getting further away by the minute.

"THIS ISN'T OVER STYLES." The words seem to echo. They repeat over and over in my head.

It's somewhat of a relief that I won't have to see Carl again. I won't have to, right? The thought sends chills down my spine as his words repeat, "THIS ISN'T OVER STYLES." over and over again. It's not Harry I'm worried about, he deserves it, but it's me. Will Carl find us before I can get the chance to escape? Hurt or rape me? After what happened at his motel I wouldn't second guess. Think positive, I remind myself.

 So here we are, back to where we started; just Harry and I, but this time I'm untied. I'm untied? Harry doesn't really seem to remember that I'm suppose to be tied up. I don't want to make him remember so I just look around Carl's trashed car to see what I might be able to use as a weapon. Not much really, just a lot of old newspapers and files scattered ever where. Not wanting him to suspect something I look out the window making it look like I just glanced at the ground out of boredom. Whats left of the sun shines through my window making something shine in the corner of my eye. I only make a quick glimpse and see an empty beer bottle. I feel a bit of a reassurance; if he makes a stop I could maybe quickly shatter it and use the broken glass for defense or maybe even to buy time. As I watch the sun go down it only now occurs to me that the day is now almost over and I'm still here.

"Best birthday ever..." I sigh sarcastically under my breath.

"What?" Harry asks looking at me through the review mirror. I look away and stay quiet.

After a few minutes of silence he finally speaks. "It's your birthday?"

"If you heard me then why'd you ask." I rudely respond.

"I don't know..." He looks away.

"Well happy birthday..." Really? He's acting like he's a taxi driver talking to some random costumer which clearly isn't the case.

"Not likely."

"How old do you turn?"

"We are not having this conversation, you kidnapped me." He flinches at the word kidnapped.

"Sorry." He mumbles. For what? Talking like we're friends when we clearly aren't or kidnapping me on my birthday?

I see his eyes flicker from the road to me. Why is he being so vulnerable? Trying to ignore Harry's uncomfortable stares I rest my head against the window and drift off to sleep.