Needs- A Dark Harry Fanfiction

Chapter 2

"So you've heard of us, yeah?" Perrie asks.

"Y-yes," I reply, shrinking into my seat. Now that I've realized who I'm with, I'm shaking with fear.

Niall laughs. "Don't be scared," he jokes. "You're in great hands."

Zayn speaks again. "Your father probably hasn't even stepped into a factory, let alone worked in one. Munroe used to work with us. About a year ago, we caught him working behind our backs with another gang. Sadly, he got away before we could catch him. With about two hundred thousand Euros."

I remember the few months that we were rich. Dad bought a brand new car, the luxury kind with heated seats and everything. He totaled it a few months later, and we bought the junky old Fiesta to replace it.

"We've given him a year to pay us back with interest, but he's just been running," Niall finishes. "So we confronted him today.

I'm gonna die. I'm gonna do something wrong and then they're going to kill me. Or worse, Dad won't be able to come up with the money, and I'll become Harry's... doll. Some plaything tossed around for pleasure, at his mercy. I doubt he has any. Suddenly the whole ordeal is no longer just a nightmare. My breath seizes up, and I'm suddenly gasping, struggling for air.

"Zayn, there's something wrong!" Louis shouts. "She's hyperventilating. What do I do?"

"I don't know, I'm not Liam!" Zayn replies. "Try to calm her down?"

I can't calm down, not with Harry's hands on my body, not while I'm trapped in a car with gang members, not while my father is bleeding alone in an alley. I can't breathe. Everything goes dark.

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I come to with a massive headache. Thank God. It was all a dream, I think. A terrible, horrible, no good, very bad dream.

But wait. This isn't my bed. My bed has a quilt, not a comforter. That wasn't a nightmare.

I open my eyes to see a well built man, his back to me. His light brown hair is manicured into a clen quiff, and when he turns around, I see how friendly his brown eyes look.

"Morning," he said. "Grace, wasn't it?"

"Yes," I reply. "And you are?"

"Liam Payne," he introduces himself. As I look around the room, I start to doubt that he's a Kade. There are no guns here. No bloodstains smear the walls. The room is the cleanest one I've ever seen. Maybe they let me go.

"Yo-you're not working with them, are you?" I ask tentatively. "The Kades?"

"I am, actually. Quite unfortunate, for you." He replies. I make an attempt to get up and flee, but as soon as I sit up, I'm dizzy.

"Don't move," Liam warns. "You fainted. You need to take your time to get up."

There's a knock at the door, and Harry peeps his head in. I nearly shudder at seeing him.

"Is she up?" He asks Liam before looking back to me. "Morning, love. Zayn wants to see you." I nod nervously and try sitting up again. The pain in my head is weaker, almost bearable.

"Don't worry, Liam," Harry says, a smirk on his face."I'll escort her to his office."

Oh God, no. I give Liam a look of absolute despair. He grins.

"Would you rather walk, princess, or be carried?"

"Walk." I say through gritted teeth. I force myself out of the bed and stand up. My entire skull is throbbing.