Why do I love you? (Harry Styles fan fiction)

Come and get me

I walk down the corridor with my head down,trying not to get noticed by guards.Hoping that my scene I have just created is enough of a distraction.

Unfortunately for me, that idea comes crashing to the ground when I hear marching and clapping from behind me.

I quicken my pace,speed walking down the hall.

I marble floor glistens where the water covers it.

I look back to see men marching behind Harry and the devil himself clapping his hands at me.

I run back down the hallway and turn left,running as fast as my legs will carry me.

I look back again to just see Harry following me.Walking at a normal pace,no urgency there what so ever.

I keep running past many doors lined along the corridor.I honestly have no idea where I,pm going or how the hell ok getting out of here but I have to try.

No matter how low I think of this man,I can't help think how gorgeous he looks in a suit.

"Run as much as you want Cara,your not getting out of here"He calls

I ignore him and focus on the direction I'm going.His shoes click as he walks down the corridor.

I reach a dead end

"You see Cara,no way out" He calls from round the corner.

I steady my breathing as I wait for him to step round the corner.

My heart begins to thump and heat rises in my body.

I stand as flat as I can against the wall.

"Oh Cara" He calls

I take a deep breath again,trying to calm myself down.

I study the wall opposite me,looking for a secret passage or door.Sadly for me that's not the case.

His clicking of shoes become distant and a deafening silence fills the corridor as a bead of sweat rolls down my forehead and a shiver down my spine.

He must be close,as if he's stopped walking.

I stand as still as I can,sure to keep my breathing steady,moving my eyes from side to side sure to catch any slight movement.

The best thing about marble floor this clean,you can see reflections.

I look diagonal to my left down at the floor and catch a glimpse of light reflection on the floor,out of the corner of my eye.I can make out a watch on the end of a blazer.

Bingo,he is standing literally centre metres  from where I'm standing and my heart begins to race.

"Unfortunately for you I can hear you breathing" He say walking round the corner to stand in front of me.

"You know for a minute there I thought you were Father Christmas" I mock

"Very funny Cara" He replies aggressively grabbing my chin and clenching it hard,to look up at him.If he holds it any harder I'm sure it would crack.

"Have you not learn't from last time from me spitting in your face,not to do that" I mention

He laughs for a moment looking deep into my eyes as he stands dangerously close to my face.Close enough I can feel the heat from his mouth and smell a mixture of mint and whiskey on his breath.

"You know your funny Cara,you could have been on my side.This team,just think about it sweet heart me and you concurring the world" He tells me as his eyes rake up and down my body.

"I'd rather die" I snap

"That can be arranged too" He replies still with a harsh grip on my chin

I raise my hand to hit him only to have both of my hands pulled above my head and slammed against the wall.

I squirm in his grip and watch as a smile pulls across his face.

I look away from him down to the ground.

Im disappointed in myself,I'm always the one to save everyone else.I can't even save myself from his monster standing in front of me.

I feel disgusted as he studies every detail of my body.

He holds my hand with his one hand as he removes a handkerchief from his top blazer pocket to wipe the tears that now fall on my cheek.

He cups my chin gently this time,to look up at him again.

"Now are you going to be a good girl and behave yourself" He asks gently caressing my cheek.

I nod to humour him,he removes his hand from my chin and takes my hand in his and leads me down the corridor.

I get locked up in a new sell,with a mattress on the floor.Its a box like my old one,thee only difference is that it's concrete floor and walls.I can't see outside and nobody can see in.I have a speaker and and camera in the corner of my room like my old cell.

I cry myself to sleep that night.

The fact that I couldn't defend myself.

I've been here four days now,I miss Dylan.I didn't think this would be so much of a task.

I hoped I'd get Niall out of here and that would be it.

The way Harry changes,like he has a split personality or something.I still can't work him out,one minute he's nice the next he's dreadful.

I'm surprised my agent team isn't after me.

Do they even know I'm gone?

So many thoughts buzzing around in my head and no answers.

It's like I'm hitting my head against as brick wall.I hate it.

Harry made me feel so small,so worthless,so unable that I had to give in.