Guns [Harry Styles]

Chapter 7

-Carrie's P.O.V-

"Yea, I guess it's alright," I shrug, "Thanks."

When I walk to the bed to sit down, I cross my legs, making sure Harry doesn't see anything under this shirt.

Underneath this black shirt, I'm only wearing boxers.

I'm obviously not going to wear a bra cause I'm not going anywhere and bras are uncomfortable.

The shirt is a few inches below my bum so if I raise my arms up, you'd probably see my whole bum.

Well, it's not much of a deal since I am wearing Harry's boxers which are basically shorts to me.

Even with the boxers, I can't believe I am actually wearing this.

If my parents saw me in this, they'd probably freak the hell out.

Speaking of my parents, did they even notice I disappeared?

I reach for the clothes that I was wearing earlier and take my phone out to check if I had any missed calls or text messages.

My parents didn't call or text me.

Aren't they worried?

Hell, they don't need to.

Anger takes over me as I go to my contacts.

Right when I'm about to press on my mom's name to call her, my phone is pulled out of my hands.

I look up to find Harry standing up with my phone in his hand and his arm held up high.

His eyes are once again filled with anger, causing my own anger to extinguish.

"Harry!" I yell, trying to get my phone back.

I try to jump to get my phone but he is too damn tall.

"I didn't know you had a fucking phone with you!" He yells at me, causing me to flinch, "You could've called the cops or something!"

"I wasn't going to do that! I was just going to call my mom and tell her not to worry about me. That's all. You don't want a search party looking for me. Do you?" I fire back, sitting back down, "And what if I do call the cops? You did kidnap me!"

"What kind of kidnapping is this?" He yells, pointing at my arms and legs, "You're lucky that I even let you out of those ropes! If someone else kidnapped you, they would have kept you tied. No, even worse! They'd kill you!"

I look up at him again.

His eyes are filled with fire and anger while his chest is heaving up and down.

"Why are you different then?" I yell back, "Why won't you keep me tied? Why won't you just kill me?"

"Because I am different! You should be happy that I am different!" He yells, stomping out of the room and slamming the door closed.

I'm so fucking stupid.

Why did I take my fucking phone out in front of him?

A/N: Because I wrote it like that.