Dead Sea // Harry Styles

Chapter 18

*4 hours before*

"I said stay back." I angrily grunt to the men's boss.

"It doesn't matter what you do now, no one will save you. Nobody even knows you're here. Ha, you don't even know where you are exactly." He took another step towards me.

"Please." I said to him in exhaust. "When did everything start to get so bad for me?"

The boss started laughing hysterically. "It started to go so bad when you found out our business." He said while smiling.

"I know nothing about your business, you know I lost my memory."

"Some. You lost some of your memory." He corrected.

I picked myself off the floor and darted around him out the door. Thinking my plan was brilliant and that I finally made my escape, Rusty and the driver caught me and tied me to the chair in the kitchen.

"Give it up." Rusty said.

"I know nothing I swear." The two men just laughed and the boss came to the kitchen and sat in front of me.

"It doesn't matter. You have to be eliminated."

"George didn't want for me to die. He told me he loved me, he didn't want this to happen."

"See, that's where you are wrong. Sure, he loved you. Did he love you enough to spare your life? No. He got options before he was set out to end your life. He could either kill himself, or kill you. He knew both of you were going to die in the end."

I didn't care what he was saying. I knew that George loved me at one point in our longterm relationship. Whether I remembered it or not.

"What are you guys doing that's so bad you have to kill people if they knew about it? What could such hell possibly be?" I ask. It doesn't make any sense that this was happening.

"We establish the plant. We have any kind of drug you need. We grow it, make it, and even produce it, all ourselves. This business is very too secret that only 15 people in the entire country know about it. Those are the employees of mine. If someone knew about it, that's very endangering to our establishment. They must die."

"No, they don't have to die because of this." I kick my legs at him in protest. He leaned forward and brought his lips to my ear.

"Why yes," he whispered, "they do."

The two men grabbed the bottom of my chair and picked it up, carrying it out the door. They put me in the back of the van gently so they don't brake the wooden furniture. Another guy that seemed unfamiliar to me, took out a needle filled with some sort of blue serum. The guy was awfully younger, maybe twenty five at the oldest. His big brown eyes seemed so kind, so warm. His hands felt soft against my neck. I thought he was trying to get me out at first.

Once I knew what he was really doing I began to scream and kick again to stop him. It did no help. He brushed my hair back and held my neck still, all with one hand. The other hand he used to inject the serum into my neck. And I began to doze off immediately.

I feel like I woke up as soon as I fell asleep. I woke up in Harry's bed. The lights were dim and the sound was gone. "Hello?" I propped myself up. "Harry?"

"One second." I heard him reply. He walked through the door with his white shirt on and walked back into the bathroom.

I looked down and I was still wearing the same clothes I wore when I fell asleep in the chair.

"You found me?" I asked. Harry nodded his head and walked over to me. "How did you find me?"

He shrugged his shoulders and leaned in on top of me. I scooted myself back onto the bed and grabbed his face to kiss. He crawled on top of me again and kissed back.