Silent Screams » Harry Styles

Chapter 6

He removes his hand from my face, and looks at me with his big brown eyes. If you look closely, you can almost see….pity? No, that couldn’t possibly be. He doesn’t have a heart, and has no emotions. He held a knife to my throat just this morning. There’s no way he can feel any emotions towards me besides hate and curiosity. He’s curious- I know that. About what you may ask? Well, I don’t even know myself.

I look away, and the three men enter the room. Harry stands up from his chair and speaks quietly to the men. They all turn to face me, and walk forward.

“I never really introduced you,” Harry says and motions his hand towards the man with white hair, “this is Agent Campton.”

He points to the taller man and says, “This is Agent Dawford,” and he points to the shorter man, “and this is Agent Brannan.”

They nod their heads and I nod back, forcing a smile. Harry looks at me expectantly and I gulp.

“My name is Annaliese.” I state

“It’s nice to meet you, Annaliese.” the three men say in unison

“We will be working with you for the next two months.” Agent Brannan informs me.

“Have you told her the rules?” Agent Dawford asks Harry, and he nods.

“Very well then,” Agent Dawford says, “Brannan and I will go back to the main room. We’ll see you tomorrow, Annaliese.” he says, and nods at Harry who nods back.

Agent Campton eyes Harry and says, “I would like to speak to Miss Annaliese alone.”

“But-“ he starts to say but Agent Campton waves him off

“Yes sir,” Harry says and walks out of the room.

When he hears the door click shut, Agent Campton turns to face me. He has a soft smile on his face, the wrinkles on his skin defined. He looks old, but he most likely isn’t. The job he has probably aged him, and you can see it too. He has something about him that isn’t like the others. He’s not as cold; he’s the warmest out of the rest.

I sit up straight in my chair, hoping that I make a good impression on him. I want the people here to be fond of me, even if I’m not fond of them. Slowly, Agent Campton’s smile fades and his face is grim. He sits down in the chair Alexander was sitting in, and reaches to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

“You’re a very beautiful girl Miss Annaliese; and kind too I suppose.” he says and I stare at him

“Oh, you can just call me Annaliese.” I say shyly

“I know that Harry and the rest are very intimidating, but you mustn’t let them scare you. I know that you’re very fearful and worried, and I apologize for that.”

“It’s okay,” I say with a shaky voice

“I probably should have sent someone else to get you instead of Harry. Perhaps someone not your age, or someone as attractive.” he smiles at me, and I blush.

“That would have been better.” I say

“Did he try anything with you?” he asks humbly and I look down, playing with my fingers

“Yes…” I trail off

“Oh Annaliese, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think he would actually-“

“I told him to stop and he did. He didn’t touch me that much.”

The memory of Harry pushing his hands up my shirt plays in my mind, and I have to stop myself from blushing in front of Agent Campton. I have to keep reminding myself that Harry is a criminal, and that I shouldn’t want him to touch me. I shouldn’t want him to even be close to me in fact. I’ve been keeping him distant, and I would like to keep it that way.

I try to ignore his good looks, and I hope that thinking about anything other than him will make me forget about him. He’s not exactly giving me an easy time doing that. I feel like Harry’s always looming over me. Even if he’s not here in this room, I feel like he is. I feel like he’s watching my every move. In only two days of knowing him, I feel like he’s become a part of me. And the worst part?  I think I’m okay with that.

“If he ever gives you any trouble, call me and I’ll beat him up for you.” Agent Campton winks and laughs

I laugh along to the thought of the old man trying to throw a punch at Harry. Agent Campton pats my shoulder and leaves me alone in the room again. With nobody in the room, it feels like the temperature has dropped ten degrees. I try to warm myself by rubbing my hands on my arms. With no luck, I open the door slightly. I peer out from the corner of it, and see agents that look like the three I met. They all wear the same attire, the only thing that can tell them apart are the name tags on their jackets.

They talk in hushed voices, and I strain myself to hear what their saying. I fail to link a coherent sentence together, and I let out a groan of frustration. I want to see and hear what they’re doing, but I can’t hear a single word their saying. I look around the main area and I spot Harry. He catches me staring, and starts to walk over. I gasp and shut the door quickly. I rush to sit back down in the chair, as if I never got up from it. I hear the door click open, and Harry walks in.

“What were you doing?” he demands. 

“Nothing.” I say simply. 

“Oh please, I’m not stupid. Were you trying to spy on us?” he snarls. 

“No.”

“Then what were you doing?” he asks again. 

“I won’t tell you what I was doing until you tell me what you guys are doing. I won’t give you information until you do so.” I say and lift my chin up. 

“Listen here, Annaliese. You don’t tell me what to do.” Harry says and walks over to me. 

“Or else what?” I ask

He takes out a gun from his belt and puts it to my head. The cold material of the gun touches my skin, and his finger rests on the trigger.

“You got it?” he asks. 

I gulp, and nod.

He removes the gun from my head and puts it back in his belt.

“I thought so,” he grins.