Stuck ( Harry Styles Fan-Fiction)

Save Me

The person grabbed my feet and started dragging me through the dirt. I was on my stomach and my joints hurt as he tugged on me. He was very strong and obviously could drag me. I glanced at him just as much as I could, and I knew exactly who is was.

Jack.

That is terrible. All along I had the correct feelings about him. I am stupid, stupid. I hate myself. I start to cry. I couldn't hear Harry's heart , but when I tried to listen to it better I was interrupted. This is all of my fault.

Actually a lot of it is that asswhole, Harry's fault. He is the one who brought his scary ass to out camfire in the first place! I don't like Harry, but I don't wish death upon him.

I started kicking and screaming as much as I could.

"No! Stop! Help! Please!" I screamed and cried. He didn't hesitate and inch though as he dragged me to the edge of the woods.  I started to shake and my heart is beating a hundred time fast. It is worse than when I woke up on the night after we crashed.

"Shut up little twit!" He yells as he uses his hands and goes down by my feet. I start kicking even more.

"If you don't stop! You are dead!" he yells spitting in my face. I stop for two second and decide that he is going to kill me anyways, but he has enough time to put both of his hands on my leg and snaps it.

I cry in pain, the agony. Tears are like rockets down my face. My lips tremble and i want to die.

"Just kill me already," I beg of him choking out my words. This is worse than my nightmare. This is actually happening, in real life. I want to pinch myself and wake up.

He does his nasty smile, the one I recognize from my nightmare and says, " No, not yet."

He then covers me with something. Probably so I can't see, but why? We are only going into the woods. He picks me up and places me over his shoulder. I'm too tired to fight, and I think my leg is broken.

Questions flow through my mind. Is Harry alive? Am I going to die? Where is Jack taking me to? What did I do wrong to deserve this?

I can hear rain and thunder. I guess that storm came like I thought it was going to.

He walks far, I'm assuming he is walking back to his "home." How could he do this to me. I trusted him and he completely blew it in the worst possible way.

He drops me off his shoulder and I land with a thud onto the cold, hard, and wet ground. More tears fall out of pain. I can feel hands on my unbroken leg. I cry more because I know exactly what he is going to do.

Jack does exactly what I thought and snaps that leg. I yell out and swore. It feels like a pile of bricks falling on your legs. It hurts so f-ing bad.

"Why?" I scream out in pain.

"Because you were going to fucking steal our food!" he screamed in my face. My arm was out to the side and I leaned my head to look at it. Cuts and bruises were all over it from Jack hitting me multiple times trying to shut me up.

Steal his food? Wait he said our food! There is more people on the island? Jack is crazy if he is doing this because of food. I guess this is how he got from staying on the island for so long.

He uncovers my body with whatever he put on me so I can't see. He then wraps tape around my legs and him even touching them makes me whimper and cry out in pain. He also tapes my mouth which terrifies me to the extreme. Now I really can't have any help. This is torture. I need Harry and his muscular body here, I just hope he isn't dead. Jack ties rope around my hands and he covers me back up.

He picks me up again and starts to walk. After about 10 minutes I fell his legs reaching higher, which means we are going up something. Another five minutes and he stops. I still can't see anything with whatever he has on me keeping me from seeing. I would rather just keep walking so I don't have to face the torture he has planned for me at this stop.

Jack completely stops and drops me on the hard ground. I hear lightening and the little taps of water on the trees from the rain. He pulls the tape off of my mouth although if he were smart he wouldn't. Not saying that he shouldn't. He wraps rope around my feet and attaches something. Something heavy.

"Just let me go!" I scream.

"No! Shut up! You will steal our food!" he shouts.

"No, no I promise!" I wail.

"Liar." he growls in a low voice while tightening the rope on my ankles even more.

He puts the tape back on my mouths. I still  have the tape on my eyes, and I am so desperate to see where we are.

He pushes me so I am flat on my back and starts to roll me. Just as I am about to attempt to scream through the tape over my mouth, the ground underneath of me disappears.

I am falling.

Where am I going to land? As I'm falling the heavy thing that he roped to my feet is tugging me down to go faster through the air.

Soon enough, I land.

In water.

The water is warm, but I realize something. The thing at the rope is to keep me down, at the bottom of the ocean.

I try to wiggle myself free from the rope but it won't budge. I kick my feet hoping that a miracle will happen and somehow the rope will become lose on my feet, that doesn't happen though.

I can feel myself sinking, and I can't hold my breath much longer. I try and try but nothing will even loosen a little bit. I know this is the end, so I stop and think of everything that I have done in my life, good and bad. I realize that is wasn't such a bad life, and maybe this is the right place for me to die.

I let myself sink more, and my eyes shut. I am out of breath.

I can't really see, hear, or do anything when I feel to muscular arms wrap around me. The warm water suddenly turns to cold as this person pulls me out of the water and lays me softly onto the sand.

"Millie. Millie wake up! Millie!" I hear. Someone puts their hands right on my chest and starts pushing repeatedly on it. He pushes at least 10 times. I hear," C'mon, don't die on me. Please."

I choke and let out a gulp full of water. I open my eyes to see a Harry drenched in water without a shirt on. He is leaning above me with both hands on the side of my face just like in the woods when he threatened me except on the ground in the sand now.

 He looks at me with concern. It looks like from his red eyes he has been crying, but I can't tell for sure. I sigh and keep looking up at Harry staring down at me. His beautiful features, that can lure anyone in. His green eyes, tan skin, brown soaking hair that drips a few drops of water on my face.

He leans down close, closer, and right when he is a few inches from my face, Harry gets up and starts to walk away.

 HEYYYYY I hope you liked that chapter! :) Oh and when I said I would update shortly, it meant the same day. lol.