Abandoned (A Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

My hand sounds against Percy's door. He answers unbelievably quickly as if he was expecting someone. But he doesn't at all look surprised that I am showing up at his door at this early hour.

"Hey Scar, how are-"

"What did y-Did you spray 'game over' on Harry's lawn?" I interrogate him with the nasty tone added onto my attitude.

He looks forcefully offended, "No, what are you talking about?" he smiles as if this is all just a big joke to him. Then his face turns serious, "Wait, what's going on?" he asks, now seeming concerned.

"There was black spray paint on Harry's front lawn that said 'game over' and someone's out to get him."

"Are you sure? No one would really try to mess with Harry, he could take anyone down," he offers up some comforting words. He tries to comfort me but I can tell he wants to ask me why I care.

"i-uh-yeah. I don't know. Someone's been threatening him. Actually someone's been threatening me too, I..." and then I went into full on details about the letter, the book, the window, the lawn, the confusion behind the whole situation and how I don't know why someone thinks Harry and I are somewhat involved.

Percy offers me a glass of lemonade and I request water. He states that he'll be right back and that I should stay put. He tells me that he'll help me figure all of this out. I hear his fridge open up and get up to stretch my legs. I look at some pictures on his mantle, they're really dusty but I go to clean them off. There's a picture of someone I assume to be his mother. There's a picture of him and some boys I don't recognize but it's years old. There's a picture of him and...that's weird there's a picture of a smirking Percy alongside a grumpy looking Harry and Brandon and Thomas.

I can't hear anything so I continue flipping through the stack of photos. Is this wrong of me? Hmmm I don't know, we're practically dating. I've just got a lot going on right now. And it's not really healthy for this relationship that, last night, I slept in Harry's house, in his bed, with him in there with me.

All of the sudden an arm wraps around my neck and a cloth is placed over my mouth, causing me to fall to my feet and lose consciousness. I can no longer feel anything.

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It only seems like moments before I groggily and disgustingly begin to wake up and gain awareness back. Yet I don't remember what happened before I fell unconscious. And I don't know where I am. And I can't see. My blurred vision begins to focus on the body pacing the floor in front of me.

Percy. Then I remember.

I try to pull my hands down to my side but they're tied together behind me. And my body is shoved in the rusty, dirty, dusty, disgusting corner of a dark and grey room. I keep shaking my shoulders as if they would be strong enough to rip the fabric holding my hands together.

"Ya know," he nears my face so slowly and all I can think about is slapping him silly, "It was always a game we played, Harry and I, he likes a girl and I end up with her. I guess I have a pain kink, I like torturing my mates, he always got to come and save the day though, except this time he can't."

I try to mumble something but the cloth tied around my mouth makes it nearly impossible to make the words audible. His eyebrows rise in amusement. His hands grab ahold of my chin and rip the cloth from my mouth with a triumphant laugh, "What do you want from him?"

"I want three years of my life back," he says raising a knife to me, anticipating how badly he would sever my neck if he weren't waiting for Harry to come and watch me struggle. I can see the desire to kill me in his eyes, to rip what is so special to Harry away from him. His hunger for blood is unbelievably evident in his words and his actions. And before thinking of Harry, I almost urge him to do so. "Do you know where your little boyfriend was before you came along?"