HEY I GOT A NEW COVER OMF I LOVE IT SO MUCH
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Rose
Half of me found Harry sexy and dominant, but the other, more sensible half told me to stay away. I blamed that feeling on lust and hormones, because I know I could never be attracted to a murderer. I'm sorry, but killers aren't my type.
Harry grabbed my wrist, and started to drag me through the alley where we just... yeah. My sensible side took over, and I started asking questions.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked, trying to pull away from him, but his grip was too strong.
"Harry!"
He still did not answer me, and I found his silence annoying. I fucking hate it when people ignore me.
"Harry, I have to get back. It's getting late." I said.
He finally replied, "Oh Rosie," he said, stopping and turning to face me, "you are so naive, baby," he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, "you're not going anywhere." he grabbed my wrists with one hand, and lustfully kissed me. His tattooed hand was pressed up against the small of my back, pushing me as close as possible toward him.
He removed his lips from mine, and wrapped his arm around my waist, continuing our walk to wherever he was taking me.
"Harry, let go of me," I ordered
He did not comply.
"Harry."
"Shut the fuck up, Rosie. Jesus Christ."
"Don't call me Rosie."
"I'll call you whatever I want to fucking call you, okay? Rosie"
"No."
Harry raised his fist, and punched me in the stomach thrice, knocking the wind out of me. I stumbled backwards, landing on my bum, on the hard road.
I could not properly breathe, so I just sat there, wheezing, as Harry just stood there.
"Harry. Cant. Breathe." I whispered with great difficulty. He probably didn't even know what to do.
I was right, for his reaction was to stay standing, not helping at all.
I started choking. "Harry."
He sat on the ground next to me, pulling me closer to him, and laying my head in his lap.
Tears started to fill my eyes. I couldn't take this anymore. I would probably just suffocate.
Then, Harry bent down, and connected my mouth with his, slowly exhaling. He provided me with the air I needed. After a couple of seconds, I pushed him away softly. As I violently coughed, he helped me to my feet. My stomach ached, but I could breathe again.
"I'm not going to say thank you, because that was your fault," I said, once I had regained enough oxygen.
"Now, let me go Harry. Please, I need to get back to my room. You can't make me come with you, that would be kidnapping, Harry."
"No one's going to catch me sweetheart," he spoke menacingly, "why do you think I came to America? They won't ever catch me here."
"Harry, incase you haven't noticed, you're the most wanted man in both the UK and America. Everyone knows how you look like. What makes you so sure that you won't get caught?"
"Babe, I'm Harry Styles, trust me, I won't get caught."
"I hope you do," I muttered under my breath.
"What was that?" He spoke loudly, and stopped walking.
"Nothing Harry."
"It better be." He said
We passed a fence, which I could barely see.
"Where are we going?"
"That's for me to know, and you to find out." He spoke, somewhat cockily.
We approached some sort of building, hidden by yards of foliage along the perimeter of the property. It was hidden well. As we walked closer, I realized that no one would guess that there was any building here. I felt my heart sink. How was I going to get away?
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