Secrets- Harry Styles FanFic

Chapter 2

My body flushes with anger when I see his smirk trickling in his lips.

"T-That's not yours!" I snap as I jump up to face him. The rest of the boys seemed to be alarmed by my tone. I am as well. I just witnessed him stabbing a woman and his arms are swarming with tattoos, giving me a scary vibe. But yet, I pushed all of that aside...I need my phone.

"Tell me your name, now!" Harry threatens as I feel my face get pale. When he glares at me I am almost certain that my knees are about to give up at any moment.

I turn my head to face Louis because I know Harry will laugh in my face if I try to make a deal with him.

"I will tell you my name as long as I can make a call!" I gush as my eyes invade Louis'.

"I wish I could let you, but after what you saw... I...we need you to stay with us." His peppy tone is gone and I feel weak in my stomach. And to make matters worse, I can feel the tears threatening their way out.

"I didn't see..." before I can finish my statement Harry interrupts me, catching me off guard completely.

"You saw me kill that man! I saw you run and try to get away from me! But you failed!" Harry booms.

I stagger toward the bed as his rough voice takes me off guard. My feet stumble and I know that I am going to fall on the floor any moment.

Instead, gentle hands wrap around my waist as they steady me to the floor. The presence of a warm body is soothing over mine. His carmel eyes force me to look up at him. Zayn begins to smile sympathetically at me but is quickly interrupted by Harry.

His large hands shove Zayn away from me as he presses his face to mine. I'm truly terrified of his actions but I surprisingly feel the urge to redden his cheek with my hand.

"What's your name!" he roughly whispers and I cringe when his breath trails down my skin.

"Harry! Don't you see that she's scared?!" Louis cuts in as he grips Harry's shoulders. To my relief, Harry removes his close body from mine and gets up. I stay on the floor and shake my head when he offers me his hand. Harry immediately frowns at me as I try to grab the bed for support.

He huffs his annoyance. "Stop being difficult!" he spats and grips my arms, jerking me up.

"I'm only asking for one phone call." I plead. "I won't call the police or tell any details, I just need to hear them again because I don't know when I will be able to..." my voice finally cracks and a hot tear rolls down my cheek. I wipe the away the evidence and turn my gaze on my fingers.

I can hear them debating among themselves so I sit awkwardly on the edge of the bed. I could run to the door at this moment, but I most likely won't make it far. And since there debating on whether to let me be able to make a call, I stay quietly where I am at.

"Fine. Only one call for one minute. If we have any suspicious feelings when you are talking we can take the phone away. And, you have to say your name before you can use the phone." Louis bargains.

I instantly nod to all the words that he says to me. Hope leaps into my stomach as I part my lips to speak.

"My name is..." I take a moment to stop and look at all of their eager faces. Why do they want to know my name so much? I was beginning to think that they were inching their head's forward.

"My name is Isabella Rose." I speak and I can feel the tension in this room lighten. I should have faked a name like Gabby or something...

"Well since you told us, I guess I don't have to bribe you anymore." Harry smirks at me, pulling my phone in his pocket.