Guns [Harry Styles]

Chapter 5

-Carrie's P.O.V-

"Fine," He agrees.

We both sit on the couch, sitting not too far but not too close to each other.

"Let's start with our names," I say, slightly smiling even though I know he could just take a knife and stab me right now, "My name is Carrie."

"My name is Harry," He smiles back, showing off his dimples that I didn't even know he had, "Last name?"

"Davis."

"Styles."

I look at him from head to toe, "Harry Styles. Not a bad last name for a person who has such little style."

He puts his hand over his chest where his heart is and gasps, "How dare you? I have the style of a Victoria Secret's model."

"Where's the bra?" I laugh.

He laughs with me but suddenly stops, looking at me with serious eyes.

"Why are you being nice all of a sudden? I'm a criminal, remember?" He reminds me.

"I-I don't know," I frown, realizing how nice I am being to him.

Yea, why am I being nice?

"I'm only being nice so you don't get all mad and shit like you were a few minutes ago," I continue, my mind speaking for itself.

I did not just say that.

Shit, he could kill me any second now.

"What?" He snaps at me, eyes blazing.

Shit.

He's getting mad.

I swear, if he got any madder, his eyes would be glowing red.

"Why won't you just kill me now?" I blurt out, fear taking over my confidence.

His scary appearance has seemed to fade away to be replaced by sadness.

He looks… Sad?

I must be hallucinating.

"I-I'm not going to kill you," He sighs.

What?

He's not going to kill me?

"Then, can I go?" I ask.

It was more of a beg.

I don't want to be here any longer.

If he isn't going to kill me, can't he just let me go?

"Just because I'm not going to kill you, doesn't mean I'm letting you go. You can't leave so don't even try," He states, looking at me sternly.

Well, it was worth a try and either way, I'm going to leave this place no matter what.

It becomes silent.

"So," I say awkwardly, "Why were you choking that guy? Did he do something?"

That was the only thing on my mind I wanted to talk about now.

"No reason. Just felt like it," He replies with no emotion.

He just... Felt like it?

What kind of person wants to hurt someone for no reason?

Him.

Well, he did say he felt like it but that wasn't a real reason.

Silence takes over once again.

"You should go take a shower," He suggests, breaking the silence, "The bathroom is two doors away from my room."

I nod, getting up and walking my way to the bathroom.

When I get in and lock the door behind me, I take my clothes off and set them onto the ground.

I step in the shower and turn the water on, struggling at first since I have never used this bathroom before but soon got the hang of it.

My tensed muscles relax when the warm water hits my back.

I begin to think about a plan, a plan that will get me out of this... This hell hole.

Now, what could I do that would get me out of here without getting me caught?

I could climb out the window.

No, it's too high and with my height, I would probably need to step on billions of chairs stacked up on each other to reach the window.

Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating but it is quite high for a normal window.

I could just run.

No, remember last night?

He's too fast and caught up to me almost right away.

I could ask him.

No, I already tried that and he said no.

What can I do?

I squeeze some shampoo in my hand before putting it on my wet hair.

After a while of lathering the soap in my hair, an idea pops up in my head.

I could act nice and he'll gain trust in me.

He seems easy to manipulate… I think.

I don’t know but he just seems like the person who would trust someone almost right away.

He'll think I'll just stay here and never leave but when it's the right time, I'll run for my life and never come back.

Wow, it's like the shampoo gave me the idea.

A/N: Hey guys! I need to know that you guys are reading my fanfic and that you guys like it. My goal right now is 30 reads. When I reach my goal, I'll post chapter 6. Otherwise, I won't post it and it'll be the end of Guns. Please, it's not much.