Direct {Harry Styles}

5

''You can stay here tonight. But, Harry wants to see you now." Niall was standing in the doorway staring at me. Waiting for me to get up.

"Do I have a choice?" I groaned.

"No, please don't question anyone. I don't want them hurting you. Which they won't hesitate to do," He pleaded.

"Fine," I grumbled, my bones rattling at his warning.

We walked out his door and he walked me to the end of the hallway and knocked on the double glass doors.

"Come in," his accent was thick and rough.

Niall moved his head to the side as if saying to 'go on'. I opened the door and walked in. It was twice the size of Nialls' room. The ceiling was high and one wall was a complete window. He had a bed bigger than a king. This room was meant for a king. I looked around the room and saw a man leaning against the window wall. He smiled at me and drank me in.

I changed into a white sun dress that reached mid-thigh and borrowed some of Dani's makeup earlier.

He walked towards me and I stayed put. He walked around me and smirked and mumbled 'Trophy' under his breath. "Your staying with Niall?'' he was curious as to why I would want to stay with him.

I nodded, "Speak." He was obviously pissed I wanted to stay with Niall and not him.

I glared at him, "yes."

"Feisty?... I'll have to break that bad habit. Do you have feelings for Niall?" he asked without a stutter. He wanted the answer and wasn't afraid to ask the question.

"He's my brother. Maybe not blood, but I love him either way," I answered looking around the room.

He walked closer and was about two feet away, I stayed put. "Don't lie. It will get you nowhere," he glared at me hard.

"I'm not lying," I replied calmly looking him in the eyes.

He took another step forward and I took one back, "I don't like liars. I punish people who lie.'' He says with a smirk.

I took another step back and hit the wall, "I know who you are. You know who I am. I have spent two years hiding in an apartment. I just got out and if you think I'll stay here for two more. You're dead wrong. I would rather be in jail than go into hiding again," I growled.

He took two steps forward and put his hands by my head to trap me on the wall, "And you're dead wrong thinking I'm going to let you go. Not two years, not three, not five. Forever."

I shoved him off me and glared coldly, "I'm not anyones. I'm not Jakes' and I'm certainly not your--"

"Don't you dare say that name in my house! I don't care if you are the most wanted thing between all gangs! I will kill you if I hear that name again!".

Well I hit a nerve. And I want to play with it. I moaned, " I can still feel him inside me. Damn. I can still hear myself screaming. Jake!--" He hit me hard. Ouch. I fell onto the floor and I grabbed my throbbing check. Why do I always find myself like this?

Harry picked me up and pushed me against the wall and trapped me there with his body, "I could make you scream louder than he could," He got off me and I fell to the floor again. He walked out and I heard him yelling at someone.

Dani and El came and got me. They helped me get up and cleaned my face.

"You can't fight him. We were just like you. We fought, tried to run. It's not worth it. You're not going to win. Relax. Accept it. Maybe you could learn to love him like we learned to love Liam and Louis." Dani was hugging me while I sobbed into her chest.