Loved and Wanted

Body benefits

Harry's POV

Everything around me was swirling, and nothing seemed coherent. The stinging pain in my shoulder continuesly throbbed, almost making me scream out. But I couldn't, I could hardly breath.

I gulped, blood erupting from my throat. I could hear heartbroken screams of my name, and pleads that I hold on. Nicole desperately tried to hold me up, but soon both our bodies fell hard to the concrete.

"H-Harry get u-up, wake up! don't leave m-me! get up! get up! get up!" she cried, clutching onto my bled-through shirt. I attempted to smile, but all my nerves were shot, I couldn't do anything but try to breath.

But I did manage to force out, what I now think of, my last words. "I. . .  l-love. . you," I choked, blood trailing down my lip.

And it's weird, now that something life threatening has happened to me, she wants me. But who fucking cares, I'll take what I can get.

She screamed and cried, sobbing hysterically into my chest softly. What happened to me? was I hit?

"Don't leave me! don't you leave me!" she shook my body, trying anything to keep my droopy eyes open. The deep pain in my chest slowly subsided, now turning into a dull, yet still semi-painful throbbing. Why wasn't I dead yet?

Black dots and squiggly lines obscured my vision, making it difficult to see Nicole's beautiful face. "I can't stay here without you! wake up! wake up.. " her cries died down, along with her broken tears. She knew there was nothing she could do, but cry and scream.

But, her face morphed into confusing and shock as she intently stared at the mark on my shoulder, more tears whelming up in her eyes. "Someone shot you."

What the fuck?

I attempted to look at it, more pain shooting throughout my body. Her body began to shake as she frighteningly looked back.

"Hello sweet heart." that voice.. I know that voice..

What the fucking hell. This can't be happening! this just isn't.. normal. If he fucking lays a finger on her I swear I will snap his neck. "C-Call.  . . 9-1-1 .." I choked out, grasping her hand, "I-I will keep yo-ou safe-"

"Now now, don't lie to the poor girl!" he chuckled, his footsteps getting louder, closer and closer.

"H-Harry, I'm scared.." he chuckled, walking closer. But my sight remained on Nicole, taking in every perfect detail about her. I can't lose her, "Oh you should, babe. You're fucking lucky I didn't shoot him in the god damn head! he should remain conscious long enough to see this,"

His hand slung down, gripping her hair tightly in his fist, her cry for help caused my blood to boil, knowing I couldn't move, I couldn't help her. I was completely fucking helpless.

"S-Stop," my hoarse voice growled. Blood sputtering from my dry throat, I groaned, clawing at him. He laughed evilly, smirking down at me as he taped Nicole's mouth shut, slinging out his phone and dialing someone's number.

My vision became fuzzier and Nicole's cries started to fade out, until his next words caught my attention.

"911?! yes, I just found a bloody body on the street! some psycho came and shot him right before me and I-I tried so hard to stop him!" he fake cried into the phone, smirking at me. "T-Thank you. Yes-" he continued as he gave the police the address of the street I was on.

That fucking -

"Good luck," he laughed, dragging Nicole into a black van. She kicked and screamed through the tape, clawing at his hands around her waist. My jaw tightend and blood dripped from my chin, as I lay there hopeless, I watch the love of my life being dragged away from me right before my eyes.

And I can't stop him.

I can't stop David.

Nicole's POV

Blackness. Blackness was all I could see. Hatred and confusion were all I could feel, as I was locked away in this basement.

I felt betrayed by someone I thought I loved.

"Daddy.. please s-stop.." my hoarse voice cracked, attempting to sound innocent.

Silence fell upon me, and my mind drifted back to Harry.

Fuck I hope he's alright.

He was shot right before my eyes, and there wasn't a thing I could do to stop it. Why would my father shoot him? hot tears welled up in my eyes for the millionth time today, and it felt as if my heart was being ripped from my chest. He can't leave me, I need him.

I give up, I surrender. I don't want to play this game anymore. I admit it okay! I love Harry styles! despite what he did to me, I love him and all I wish is to be in his arms right now.

"Please be okay.. please be okay.." I tried to calm myself down. My sobs echoed the small room as I rocked back and forth.

"Let me out!" I screeched, my back arching as I screamed and screamed.

"Shut the Fuck up!" a load bang bounced off the door, making me scurry back.

My own father.. was holding me captive in a unknown basement. My own father, shot my boyfr- Ex boyfriend. Right in front of me.

"Please.." I crawled towards the small light peeking out from under the door, "I need water, food, anything. Please." I muttered, running my fingers along the carved words on the door frame.

It was silent for a second, until I heard a sigh, and the door creaked open.

"Here," a sandwich and a bottle of water was thrown at me, I quickly scurried to pick them up. Turning back to the door, I made sure to savor as much as light I could get.

After one glance at my father, the door slammed shut, and I was left to eat alone in the dark.

David's POV (a/n : ooooh plot twist,)

Did I feel guilty? hell no. That punk deserved to lie in his own blood. I had to get rid of him somehow, he just continued to get in the way of my plans.

Nicole wouldn't stop screaming and crying, and for once, I felt a small amount of pity on her.

Just a little.

Though, it did help fuel the rage building up inside me. Helping my plan go smoothly as possible.

"Hey baby," Savannah's hands snaked around my torso from the back, "How's it going in there?"

"Good, I think." I chuckled lowly.

"That's good.." her seductive moan echoed in my ear, as her finger nails trailed down to my belt.

Before anything could go further, I placed a hand over hers, "Not now."

"Fine." she huffed, trudging back into the kitchen.

My plan. My plan to keep her, in that basement for days, possibly even weeks, until they came and got her. I need money, and she's the only way. I had to use her body to repay them, there was no other way.

Yeah, I felt a little pity for her. Although it's been years since I've  seen her and my love towards the poor girl has dropped.

Her body was the only way.

And maybe.. I could use her as my own benefit.

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