Confusing and Wrong [ Harry Styles ]

Chapter 20

"Mommy push me higher!" All of my happy childhood memories seem to come flooding back, almost as a distraction from the surreal moment. I feel a single tear fall from my eyes as the happy thought fades away.

I am brought back to the harsh reality, face to face with this tall, intimidating stranger, and I don't know what to do. I sit there in a fear-stricken daze. All I want to do is scream but I know that if I do he will most likely, without a second thought, pull the trigger.

I slowly lower myself to a standing position in front of him and he knocks the knife out of my hands. I hear the quiet rattling of his hand re-positioning on the firearm. A shiver runs down my spine as I look at his tanned, scarred face. I find the courage deep inside me to ask what should have been asked many moments ago.

"What do you want from me?" He shoots me a look and I cower slightly. He speaks for the first time and his deep voice makes my body tremble.

"My money," I look up to meet his enticing brown eyes.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I don't have any money," He lets out a laugh that rumbles through the room.

"Don't be stupid girl. Tell me where it is," he puts more pressure on my head with the barrel of the gun and I swallow loudly.

"I honestly don't know what you're talk-" He cuts me off with a startling shout.

"Tell me where it is!" He hits the side of my head with the heavy weapon and I stumble back holding my new wound. I move my fingers slightly and feel around my scalp for any gashes. There is one but nothing serious...yet.

"You tell me where my money is right now and I'll leave. No one will get hurt," says the violent man who just opened up my skull with a death weapon. "Or, you don't tell me and I shoot you right now. Your choice, love." He brings the gun a couple inches away from my forehead and makes a 'clicking' sound.

I look around for something that will stall time until Harry gets here. For once I actually hope he gets home soon.

"Um, I actually do know where the money is.." Why did I say that? I have no fucking clue where it is.

"Good choice. Show me," the man lowers his gun and urges me to take the lead.

I walk past him slowly into the hallway and pretend to trip over my feet, hopefully buying time.

"Fuck that hurt! There's these random boards that aren't flat so every once in a while someone will stub their toes or trip, like me. We need to fix it really-" my blabbering is cut off by the mans irritated voice.

"Shut up. You're annoying as hell. How does Harry put up with that voice holy fuck. I should take you out right now for his benefit of sanity," well ouch. Cocksucker.

I continue my voyage into the living room and begin looking on one of the shelves. "Last time I remember seeing your money, it was right here but-"

"Acelyn! You out of the shower yet?" HARRY. I almost start to cry at the pure joy of Harry being home to rescue me, but it's cut short when the man holds the gun back up to my head.

"HAR-" I start to yell but the guy puts his dirty, massive hands over my mouth and moves behind me, never letting the gun leave my head.

Harry walks into the living room and looks surprised, but his face quickly turns hard and glares at the man holding me hostage.

"Where's my money Styles," I wiggle my face out of the gruesome hand and mouth at harry not to tell him. I don't know why he wants 'his money', but it can't be for a decent reason. He acknowledges me and looks back to the guy.

"You're not getting any money, Jason. I suggest you walk out of here right now and don't come back," Jason. I remember that name.. Harry has told me about him before. It was when we were at the park that one night! Shit.

"Give me the money or your broad gets it," Jason brings the arm I wriggled out of around my throat and squeezes tight. I gasp at the sudden loss of oxygen and pull at his arm. He's way too strong though and it's basically useless to even try.

"Acelyn!" Harry starts to run over to us but Jason directs the gun to Harry and he stops in his tracks.

"Come any closer and I'll shoot you and your girl," he makes the intimidating 'clicking' sound again with the gun.

"Leave her alone. She has nothing to do with any of this. Let her go and we can settle it," Harry tries to reason with the prick choking me.

"But if I let her go, I'm letting my ticket to the money go and well, I need that money Harry. So show me where it is and I'll be on my way." He loosens his grip on my throat and I see Harry sigh slightly in relief. "You have 2 minutes to get it before I kill your little bitch. Wouldn't be much of a loss though, she's annoying as fuck," Harry's face turns hard again and agrees to show him. What is he doing? I'm not letting that happen. Stupid boys.

I blindly kick backwards as hard as I can, aiming for Jason's knee. He falls back and I turn around to see him on the floor holding his injured right leg. His knee is sunken backwards and his face is distorted into one of pain.

I grab his gun that was strewn on the floor when he fell and run to Harry, passing it to him.

"Nice work, Ace," Harry says with a smile. I throw myself into his arms, happy to be away from that psycho. The embrace doesn't last long though because Harry forces me to go upstairs and lock myself in my room. I of course refuse, but he says he can handle the rest and it's for my own safety.

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It's been almost an hour and Harry still hasn't let me out of my room. I know I could leave at anytime, but I don't want to. I've never had to deal with an intruder before so I'm just leaving it up to Harry to deal with, he can handle it.

He's probably down there right now questioning Jason who's tied to a chair for extra precaution. Harry's ok..he's fine...

Maybe he's not though..

And with that little bit of doubt, I rip open my door and run down the stairs.

"Harry? Where are you?" There's no answer. I walk around the main floor and there seems to be no sign of trouble or struggle that went on. I mean Jason was injured and disarmed so he wouldnt be able to hurt Harry...so where the fuck are they?

I call Harry's cell.

Ring 

Ring

Ring

Beep

Bastard hung up on me. Or maybe someone hung up for him because he's in trouble...I hate not knowing what's happening.

Just as I'm about to go crazy from this whole situation, I hear the front door open.

"Acelyn, I have some bad news.." Ben?

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Anyway, hope you enjoy<3

~KALI:)