Fallen (One Direction Fanfic)

~Chapter 6~

Liam's POV:

I watched the girl behind the bars of her cell. Her hair was dark, her body was slim, her eyes were green. She was so similar to her brother...

"Well, well, well." I mumbled out, which brought her attention to me. "If it isn't the one and only, Gemma Styles."

Gemma jumped at the sound of my voice, cowering down like some terrified puppy. She didn't know who I was, but I knew her all too well.

"You're my prisoner, Gemma. But don't worry I won't treat you like one if you just tell me the truth." My voice has already grown louder.

Gemma's face turned towards mine, her eyes are still kept low and cold. I don't know weather she is upset or angry. Probably both.

"W-What do you want from m-me?" I'm actually surprised by how childish her voice comes out. 

I only have one response to that. "Answers."

Gemma didn't seem bothered by my words. She stayed in that crouched position with her hair all wild.

"A-Answers?" She repeated, while taking a cautious step back. 

That brought a smile to my face. I could tell that she knew what was coming. Talk of her brother -Harry Styles- the murderer. She wouldn't keep anything from me, either. I would make sure of that. 

"Tell me, Gemma." I paused and turned to face the opposite direction. "Has you brother done anything that you would consider violent or hostile?"

I didn't expect the words to catch her by surprise. She flinched to the mention of her brother and pressed her back to the far wall. Her face fell into her hands, and she refused to look at me.

I gritted my teeth. "I don't like being ignored, Gemma."

Her eyes lingered up to mine. "I don't see how that is any of your business."

My eyes narrowed against hers. I could see the defiance in her eyes and I knew fear could easily replace that. No, it would replace that because she was going to tell me what she knew.

I slammed my hand hard against the bars of her cell causing her jump out of her skin.

"Actually, I think it is my business!" I shouted. "Remember, you're my prisoner and I can do whatever I want to you!"

Gemma shuddered at the beginning of my yell, but that was her only reaction. That was really too disappointing...

"Tell me what you know, Gemma." My voice grew lower.

She sniffled slightly and wiped her nose on the sleeve of her shirt. Tears slipped out of her eyes and down her cheeks. But what bothered me the most was that she was still not answering me.

I made my voice grow sterner. "Tell me." I demanded.

Her breathing quickened. "No."

"Fine." I murmured, cracking my knuckles. "Guards, take her down to the basement. Don't shoot her. You may beat her, but don't make her bleed too much. And I want her hung, so I can personally give her body to Harry. Maybe-"

"-Wait!" She interrupted, and stood to her feet.

I don't try to hide my smile instead I let it spread around the room. "Yes, dear?"

Her tears come down harder. She was on the verge of sobbing, but I know she won't allow herself to do that in front of me. I could feel hatred radiating off of her.

"H-Harry... He did do something bad." She whimpered out, almost too quietly.

I bit my lip. "I assumed so... What did he do, sweetheart?" 

She despised my little pet names, which made me want to say them even more. She would still say what she knew though. Fear had gotten her, as I suspected it would.

"H-He killed..." She took a big gulp and let her eyes meet mine for just a second. "He killed our father."

Harry's POV:

I glanced back and forth between the brown haired girl and the blonde headed boy. Both were pretending to act non-frightened. But the boy was literally shaking and the girl couldn't make eye contact with me. It was sort of comical.

"So, are you going to tell me your name?" I inquired, making my voice as menacing as possible. "Or should I make one up for you."

The girl bit her lip, again not making eye contact.

"My name is Niall." The blonde boy told me, without any concern. "And she won't tell you her name."

My eyebrows furrowed together, as I study this mysterious girl. How opposite her and this boy are, was very confusing.

I ignore the boy -Niall- behind me. "C'mon, baby. Tell me your name."

I slid my knife over her soft skin around her neck. I want her to know that I am in control. That she can't do anything even if she tried.

"Don't call me baby." She spat out, glaring at me up and down. 

This only made me smirk. How big did she think she was? She reminded me of a small kitten that thought it was a ferrous tiger. But there was really nothing in comparison. 

"Mmm... Don't like that name?" I asked. "I could pick another, since you won't tell me your real one."

Her face fell and composed into a whole new emotion. Fear wasn't it, anymore. Now she was mad, but she still sighed in defeat. "Grace."

"Grace?" My eyebrow pointed up. "Hmm... What a nice name for such an ungraceful girl."

She pulled her face together and glared at me. I saw that spark of craze come into her eyes. If I tried to guess what she was thinking it would probably be in between 'I hate you' and 'I want to kill him'.

"What do you want from us?" She snapped, pushing my arm closest to her.

I grabbed her arm and held it still. My knife automatically pressed harder into her skin and I know that it left an imprint.

"Oh, I don't care about the blonde boy. I'll kill him now if that's what you desire." My voice has already grown louder. "It's you, I want."

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Author's Note:

Hey, sorry this took me soooo long to update! I've been writing some other story on my profile and I just haven't had a chance to update this.

So, I know this is short but for now it will have to be good :) I'll write more soon!

Thanks!

~Cassie<3