Stalker (Harry Styles)

C h a p t e r T w e n t y T h r e e

'Harry!' A male voices calls out waking me up. Groaning slightly as I move against something hard almost like concrete. Pushing up against it with my hands which are still bound together, pain travels all along my neck and left side. Peeling my eyes open, all I see is blurriness causing me to blink repeatedly to get rid of it. I take in my surroundings seeing that same bed as earlier. I'm still here. Why couldn't it be a nightmare, like all the other times? Why did this one have to be real?

I struggle to sit up since I'm really weak, I have no idea how long I've been here or lying on the floor for. The male inhales a deep breath as he stands up pushing down on the mattress making the springs squeak. His slow, sly steps echo around the room as he nears closer to me. He hovers over me making me feel and look small and weak compared to him. He places his hand on my shoulder gripping my top yanking it up so I'm sitting up right.

He breathlessly chuckles gripping my chin with a delicate grip, his thumb brushing over my cheek causing me to flinch away from him. Anger sears through him gripping my face tighter, forcing me to face him seeing that smirk, sending a shiver down my spine in a bad way. 'A thank you wouldn't hurt.' He says pushing my face to the side.

He stands up straight walking away towards a door. 'Why are you doing this?' I ask before I can even think about it. He stops sighing turning around to face me, smiling 'so you do talk then?' I don't respond, I just wait for him to do all the talking. He walks over towards the corner grabbing a chair dragging it over till it is in front of me, taking a seat he crosses his arms over his chest.

'You have no idea what's actually happening do you?' he asks after a few moments of silence. I squint my eyes at him, what does he mean by that? Has something happened behind my back without knowing?

'What do you mean?'

'Everyone apart from Liam and Zayn were involved in this.' I stare at him still confused unable to believe his words. 'Zara, Rosie, Jessamy, Niall, Josh and Gemma.'

'Why would they do this?'

'Well, as you've probably gathered Jessamy is my daughter as is Josh my son. I made Josh become friends with you and get to know you, watch every move and thing you did. Likewise with Jessamy I asked her to make a move on you then 'brag' about it to Zara to get her to leave you for good.'

I look down at the ground how could I have missed this, I had an incline that Josh wasn't actually related to Niall, maybe as step-father or adopted. But to find out that the hooded guy is his dad as well as Jessamy's dad. 'But you shot Zayn.'

He holds his hands up leaning forward resting his elbows in his knees, resting his chin in his hands 'I didn't want too but Zayn wouldn't leave Jessamy's side. So in order for her to get alone time, I had to injure him.'

'What the fuck? He almost died, he lost so much blood. We didn't think he'd make it.'

He moves closer bringing his hands to hold my cheeks rubbing them softly 'I only did it for us.' I pull my head back bring my hands to try and remove them from my face. 'What about Zara, Rosie and Gemma what did they do?'

'Zara and Rosie followed Jessamy, she's a very good manipulator just like me. She convinced them that you been hitting on her, flirting with her every chance you could get saying that she'd be a better girlfriend for you rather than Zara, and Zara believed her.' He pauses dropping his hands from my face and standing up pacing back and forth slowly continuing his story.

'Rosie only went out with Liam to get as much information about you as possible. As for Gemma I helped her with her little problem she has. Well it's not a problem, it's just an expensive habit.'

'What habit?'

'So you don't know about her heroin addiction then?' My eyes widen. What? Since when has she been doing drugs? I've known her to do the occasional weed at university but not doing something this hard core. 'Wait? How did you know about it?' He stops spinning around with a smirk.

'She was in London a few weeks ago, I found her in an alley way getting beat up by a group of lads. I knew who they were since I supply the drugs to them. Anyway she had some heroin but couldn't afford it yet. To cut a long story short she couldn't pay her debts so she paid the price. It was just a little push to get the money back a bit quicker. But an idea hit me. I can blackmail her into going home and spending time with you while getting information about what you've said about me.'

I shake my head 'you're lying. Chatting bullshit, she hasn't done drugs.' I watch as his face changes from smug, to anger. Jaw clenched, fist clenched with his chest rising and falling rapidly 'do not call me a liar. I never lie.' He sneers backing away slightly as if he's preventing himself from actually physically hurting me.

'You have no idea who you're messing with.'

'I never wanted to be here but you stalked me and brought me here, holding me here against my own will.' I yell. Then being to feel myself falling to the floor with a throbbing sensation on my right cheek followed by pain surging through my stomach. I groan in agony as he bends down hitting me repeatedly. I endure this for the next minute or so which seems like the longest minute in the world. When the pain starts to linger a lot more it's when I know he's backed away and stopped hitting me.

'Don't say things like that to me.' With that I watch as he leaves slamming the door behind him, locking it. I breath heavily, curling more so into a ball gripping my stomach. Gemma wouldn't do drugs would she? I would've noticed in her appearance. She looks no different from when she left for university, to when she came home.

How could she be a part of this? It makes sense as to when she said she's sorry for everything. But what is she sorry for? For what she's going to do to me or should I say what she's already done to me? Or could it be for the fact I'd find out she does drugs?

I trusted her. How could she go behind my back? All just for some drugs. I don't know whether or not to be angry with her. Or to forgive her. I better think fast as I feel as though I don't have a lot of time left of my life.

Staring off while staring at the grey, stone wall which is quite clean considering it's the basement. Thinking of all the memories that made me happy, that kept me safe. I start to feel the back of my eyes sting as tears freely roll down my cheeks, dripping onto my jeans.

I jump out of my daze by the sound of a door opening and slamming loudly against the wall, causing the sound to echo around the basement. I close my eyes for a brief moment, waiting to feel or hear what's coming next. I wait and wait but there is no sound. Not even footsteps. Only the slight sound of soft breathing, that's just about audio-able. I slow open my eyes looking straight ahead of me at the person in front of me. My eyes widening at the person in front of me. How dare they have the audacity to show their face after all this is their fault this happened? 'Harry...' He says stepping forward holding his hands up. 'J-just hear me out?' he asks rather than states.

'I want nothing to do with you Josh.' I sneer, turning my head to the right to avoid any eye contact with him. He takes baby steps towards me, each step being slow causing him to become unsteady, losing his balance slightly. 'I never wanted this to happen. I didn't even know that this was his plan.'

'Then why didn't you stop it? Or tell me about it?' I ask turning my head to face him with raised brows. 'I couldn't.' He mumbles looking down at his feet. 'Help me escape now then.' His head shoots up as he rushes over to my side, kneeling down in front of me.

With his eyes wild 'are you fucking insane? You have no idea what he is capable of?' He spits out in a nervous tone. I go to respond but he holds his hand over my mouth, giving me a warning look 'please, just be quiet. I shouldn't even be down here. He'd kill me if he knew. And I'm not speaking hypothetically here.' He removes his hand from my mouth.

I lean in closer 'so he's not here then?' I ask. He nods his head 'but he's going to be back any minute.' He stands back up. His eyes widening when the sound of tyres crunching against stones, followed by a car door opening and slamming. 'Shit, I've got to go.'

He states rushing away. 'Josh, wait-'. I yell but he shuts the door. All my hope gone that is until the door opens slightly and his head pops through the small gap 'I'll try tonight.' He mutters shutting and locking the door, which is followed by another door being shut and locked. I sigh in defeat, leaning my head back so it's resting against the wall. I try to put the restraints off of my wrist but it's not use, they somehow end up being tighter. I give up after 10 minutes or so of trying. I stare up at the ceiling of the basement again, actually praying that I make it out of here alive and not in any other way.