Direct {Harry Styles}

20

"Allison," Cameron calmly states and pecks my check, throwing me over his shoulder. I kick and scream, but it's no use. He's stronger than me, almost as strong as Harry. Harry. I start crying and I'm too weak to fight anymore. I'm put into the back of a car and the door immediately shuts. I scramble to look out the window and watch as men climb into a car behind this one and we pull away from the driveway, the mansion looking smaller and smaller.

I hug my knees and cry harder and harder. The trunk is backed off from the rest of the car and I'm sure they can't hear me. It feels like hours of crying and eventually I can't cry anymore. We keep driving and I lay down on the carpeted car floor. Fuck. What am I gonna do? The car stops and I sit up and look around.

We look like we're in a parking lot, a busy one at that. I watch the hooded figure walk around the car and open the trunk door. Cameron has his hood up and shaded glasses on. I scoot back till my back hits the car wall.

He smiles and I can tell it's not for comfort. "Let's set some ground rules," he sits in the car with me and I scoot away. "Can you hear me?" He asks and sounds annoyed.

I nod. "Speak," he commands. Sounding exactly like something Harry would say.

"Y-yeah" I stutter, my voice sounds awful from the hours of crying.

"Good at least you're good for something. We're going to catch a plane. You don't need to know, but you'll probably hear them say it. Don't talk to anyone unless I say you can. Don't talk to any of the guys that are with me until we get home. You're going to hold my hand until we get on the plane and I won't stutter to punish you if you break any of those rules," I can see him watching me in the corner of my eye, but I'm looking at the cars passing us.

"Don't even try to run, I have at least 20 men here," he warns me before I get the chance to even think about running away. "Do you understand?" he leans forward, so I'm forced to look at him.

"Yes, I understand," I say with clenched teeth.

He smiles, "You're lucky we're in a crowded parking lot. I would have broken your jaw with an attitude like that." He climbs out of the car and grabs a hold on my waist, lifting me out and setting me on the road. He grabs my hand before I can pull away and looks at my face. He pulls his glasses off and hands them to me. Oh.

He pulls his hood further forward to cover his face and begins walking. We walk to the airport doors and a group of guys are standing outside. They all watch me and one of them hands Cameron a backpack. He unzips the front pocket and pulls out some new shades. I roll my eyes and I'm thankful for the shades or someone would have seen.

We walk up to the bag check in and Cameron hands them two passports. She looks at them and smiles, "Have fun on your honeymoon, Mr. and Mrs. Darius."

I fake a smile. "Thanks have a good night," Cameron replies and she hands us our tickets. Cameron, still holding my hand, pulls us away from the counter and through the metal detectors and I'm surprised when he doesn't go off.

I'm on the verge of more tears and all I want to do is take off running. We pass the gates and hand the lady our tickets. We climb onto the plane and Cameron finds our seats. I notice some of the guys from outside near us, when Cameron sits down. He pulls me down next to him and a single tear escapes my eye. He wipes the tear away and smiles, "don't cry this will be fun."

Harry Pov

Someone kicks me and I roll over. I wake up and wonder why I'm on the floor and it all comes back like a wave, sadness washing over me. "What the fuck do you want?" I groan and finally open my eyes.

Zayn is standing over me with pitty in his eyes, "Niall woke up." He sticks his hand out to help me up, but I don't take it, standing up on my own. Blood flushes and my head is banging against my skull.