Protect Me (Harry Styles)

Chapter 20

Bailey's POV

I sit alone in the dark musty room , arms chained above my head on the cold brick wall. A small stream of light shines through a crack in the bricks.

Claire and Tony ran with me for what felt like hours until we ended up in the middle of no where. They then wasted no time in locking me up in an abandoned shed.

The entire way here I did not stop crying. No matter how hard I tried to be strong and stop crying, I couldn't.

Unless I miraculously transform again, I'm going to die.

My mind keeps telling me that Harry does not stand a chance on finding me. By the time he wakes up - if he even does - it will already be too late. And if by chance he does awaken in time, he has no clue where I am.

But my heart tells me otherwise. My heart keeps reminding that he will find me. No matter the distance, location, or physical condition he is in, my heart still holds hope that he will find me.

"You know I wouldn't let anyone hurt you." 

"No amount of backup can keep me from protecting you."

I shudder as the words replay over and over.

It seems like years since he said that, when in reality it was only hours ago.

I sigh, knowing my only chance to remain calm is humming the lullaby my mother used to sing to me.

By the second verse of the song, I've concluded that it will not calm me down in this situation. Therefore, I only have one more option.

"Grandma, I-I don't know what to do. I know you can't help me, but you can hear me, and that is all I ask for; someone to listen to me. I'm scared Gram.  No, actually," I chuckle bitterly. "Scared is an understatement. I'm terrified and there is nothing I can do. I'm helpless."

Harry then came into my mind again.

"Harry could've died for all I know, Grandma. I'm not going to be able to live life happily if he is gone. I've grown to love his warm hugs, his big hands that engulf mine, his soft kisses, his dimpled smirk, his cheeky personality, everything. Damn Gram, I sound like a love sick puppy. But that's okay right? It's okay to love someone... I've always been afraid of love, to be honest. I always thought it was over-rated and that people never meant it when they said 'I love you', but loving someone isn't by just saying those three words. It's about showing your love for that person and fighting for them. Harry is my fighter. I know he won't quit until he finds me. And I'm going to stay alive until I see him again. No matter what, I will see him again," by the time I'm done with my mini rant, my cheeks are wet with tears.

I begin to move my hands down from above my head to wipe the tears, but am stopped by a strong stinging sensation where the chains clasp around my wrists.

I wince and look up at my hands.

I faintly see and feel something coming down from my wrist and moving across my arm. Blood.

Shit, I must have rub my wrists raw trying to free myself.

"What are we going to do with her, Tony?" I hear Claire's voice say from outside.

I stop worrying about my wrists and focus on what they are saying.

"Obviously kill her you idiot," Tony replied.

"Look, I know you don't like me and trust me I would rather die again than work with you, but you can't complete the task without me. You need me way more than I need you so I'd watch what you say to me. Got it?" Claire sneered.