Silent Screams » Harry Styles

Chapter 9

Harry is playing with my hair as I stare at the sky. I can feel him staring at me, and I turn over and smile at him. He returns the gesture and sighs. I've become accustomed to his presence. Laying down next to someone for a couple of hours really brings two people together. I've learned a lot about Harry, and he's quite interesting. He still scares me- yes, but not as much.

Whenever I feel as if I'm telling him too much, I shut my mouth. I get a pang in my chest reminding me of who he is. After listening to him talking, I still couldn't connect how he could be a murderer. I haven't seen him kill anyone, but I know he has. Why would he be at the top of the America's Most Wanted list if he hadn't done something atrocious?

It's a constant back and forth between the good and the bad. I know he will hurt me if he wanted to. Without a doubt he would kill me. And I think that's what scares me the most. But with him playing with my hair and caressing my skin I find it hard to believe that he would harm a fly. With his body pressed against mine I realize how ridiculous this all is. I'm having bonding time with a murderer.

"Are you afraid of me?" Harry asks.

My eyes widen and I gulp. "I- uh..."

"Be honest." he adds.

"Well....um. Yes. I am."

"Why?" he asks.

"I'm afraid that you'll hurt me." I say and he frowns.

He puts his hand up to my face, and rubs his thumb over my cheekbone.

"You know I would never actually hurt you, right?" his eyes are pleading and his voice cracks a little.

I look away and wet my lips. "Don't tell me, show me."

"I will." he states and I look at him.

"I will." he assures me, with no uncertainty in his eyes.

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We've made it back to the facility without anybody noticing our disappearance. We slid through the busy halls, trying to blend in with everybody else. We're back at the room, and we sit on opposite sides of the room. The space between us feels odd, and I have a longing to be close to him. For some reason, being is Harry's arms almost feels.....safe. We both sit rigidly in our chairs, watching the time tick by. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see how uncomfortable he is. Knowing Harry, he's always laid back and uncaring. Never have I seen Harry be scared, worried, or anxious even. Right now, he looks like he's being given a death sentence.

The door opens suddenly, and the both of us jump in our seats. Harry hops out of his chair and runs his hands over his clothes as if he were brushing dust off. He is greeted by the low voice of Agent Brannan, and requests that Harry sees him immediately.

"I'll be right over." Harry says and shuts the door behind the agent.

He walks over to me and kneels on one knee so that his face is level with mine.

"I'm going to be gone for a while. One of the agents needs to speak to me. I'll try to get back as soon as I can." he informs me and stands up.

"Okay." I say and stand up as well.

"I won't leave you here alone for long." he pulls me into a tight embrace.

I wrap my arms around him, and close my eyes. Unfortunately, he pulls back and pecks his lips on my forehead. Without a word, he leaves the room, and I'm left standing with my hand brought up to where his lips touched my skin.

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Once again, I'm alone. It's nothing new, but I've grown accustomed to everyone always hovering over me for the past week. I'm bored out of my mind, and there's absolutely nothing to do in this room. The worst thing about being bored is that you're left to nothing but your imagination. Without thinking, I was daydreaming about Harry. I snapped myself out of my daze only to fall right back into it again.

Fantasizing about Harry was a lot more satisfying than I expected, and I couldn't stop. I kept thinking about what would have happened if he wasn't a criminal and all that. Would we actually be together? I'm sure we would. The only thing keeping us apart now is fear. He's afraid too, of what? I don't know.

Harry has left over twenty minutes ago, and I'm starting to get worried. Where did he go? Did anything bad happen to him? What if he got caught? All these questions flood my mind, and I try to stay calm. But it's sort of hard to stay calm when a shrieking alarm goes off and you hear people screaming.

(Harry's POV)

The fire alarm goes off, and everything around me is catching fire. The fire erupts and the tables and the paper on them burn. Sweat drips from my face, and I wipe it off with the back of my hand. I leave the blood covered agents on the ground and sprint. I avoid the flames and run around all of the frightened people.

I'm beaten and half dead from the fight, but I have to keep going. I reach the door to the back room, and the flames lick the door. My heart is pounding against my ribs, and I charge at the door. I know I'm going to get serious burns, but I only have one person on my mind: Annaliese Davidson