Harry's POV
A month.
It's been an entire month since I had seen Jessica, the guys, Helen or even know how my business is doing right now. Zayn fucking kidnapped me, he went to the party that Jessica held for Helen's birthday a month ago and when he got back he rubbed in my face how amazing she looked. He even decided to share with me the things he wanted to do to her right then and there causing me to clench my fist in the chains he had me in. I remember when he walked in that night with my phone...
Zayn walked in smirking while waving my phone in the air, every time Jess called he made sure to come show me so I assumed she was calling again but this time was different because he had called my voicemail. "Oh Styles, someone left you a voicemail...lets see what she said." he said with a smug look on his face.
"You bastard!" I growled and jumped towards him but since I was chained with my hands behind my back and to the floor I didn't get far, and he kicked me in my stomach. I groaned and rolled onto my side.
"Now now, don't disrespect me. That was only a kick to the stomach, next time I'll do alot worse." he warned tapping his gun. "Now lets see what she said." I watched him type in my code before Jessica's voice came through the phone. My heart stopped.
"Hey Haz, it's me Jess. I'm just worried about you. I miss you please call me back..." she hesitated as if she wanted to say more but then she just hung up and my heart dropped. I miss you too baby...
Ever since then Zayn had her voicemail playing on the speakers in this room tormenting me because he knew I wanted to see her. Everyday for the past month I've had to hear Jess's sweet voice become sadder and sadder by my imagination as her saying I miss you rung threw the air. I sat up against the one piece of furniture that was in this damned small room, which was a wooden chair. When Zayn brought me into this room he beat me and chained me to the floor by my hands and feet, the only other things in the room was a wooden chair and a tv he only turned on when he felt like tormenting me with videos and pictures of Jess going to events on hopefully my behalf. Every time I saw her she looked stunning, which only made my heart hurt. The door slammed opened and the devil himself walked in grinning like a school boy, He walked over and snatched the chair from behind me taking a seat in it.
"So there was a gala last night, and tons of people showed up. The girls looked amazing but there was one that caught my eye..." He smirked causing me to jerk his way. I groaned as the chains dug into my wrist as he pressed the button on the little remote he had. This stupid show that talks about how people dressed at big events or the big news with "celebrities" popped up and the four most annoying people sat on two white couches while the big screen behind them showed different people. Zayn turned it up as the main lady who looked 85 and just finished going through her granddaughters closet, started talking.
"Now we've talked about the guys who showed up to Fraschu's Gala last night," Fraschu? He is an amazing business man, he has more money than me and anyone is lucky enough to be invited to his galas he held every year around this time. I have tried to get invited to his gala for years now because I've wanted to partner with him but he wasn't interested; he actually told me to fuck off at one point. He's 30 and has two kids who hang out with their mother who divorced Fraschu three years ago because he cheated. He was 19 when he was as successful as I am right now, by the time he was 25 he was were he is now; making billions and turning down partnerships with people he thought weren't strong businessmen as him.
I blinked as Zayn smacked me in the back of the head and pointed to the tv. He told me to pay attention. The annoying older woman was still talking so I tuned her back in after sending a glare to Zayn. "Now it's time to talk about the ladies of the evening, right?" she turned and asked the crowd who all cheered, she turned back to the big screen behind her and two twin girls showed up wearing the same dress.

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Provoking Styles
Teen Fiction"You don't need someone to complete you...You only need someone to accept you completely." ♡ Jessica Tucker moved to London to escape her terrible past. She's hardly selfish ever and told herself a long time ago...