terrified | harry styles

Terrified | Over

Terrified | Over

layla's pov

I had no idea that Harry was going to snap the way he did just a few hours ago. After he had thrown me in this closet I have been here ever since. I wasn't trying to die tonight. Not here, not now. So what was I suppose to do? I couldn't get away from him, even he said that. What will happen if I try to run again? Lord knows what he will do to me. But I know Harry, and I know that he adores me way too put to ever intentionally hurt me.

Maybe if he would have waited to propose then I would have said yes in a heartbeat. We haven't known each other for that long and sadly, I'm just not ready to be tied down so soon. I needed to find out who he was and what went on in that twisted mind of his. We were both messed up in the head and that was how it is. If he was willing to keep me from everybody else then I'm pretty sure that he wasn't going to let me leave. But I had to get out of here now.

I knock on the door with my knuckles, moving closer to it if I could hear anything, "Harry please..baby let me out of here."

Surely, I heard his heavy and slow footsteps walking down the hallway. There was a shadow casted on the ground of where he was standing. And when I thought he wasn't going to let me go, I heard the lock on the door click.

Cautiously I reach up towards the door handle, twisting it slowly and sure enough it was unlocked. With a shaky breath passing through my lips I opened the door wider to see Harry standing right in front of me with his hands behind his back. I bit my lips nervously, hoping that he wouldn't go off on me. But instead his voice was pretty calm.

"I'm sorry for putting you in there love," he spoke taking my hand and guiding me out of the closet. "I just..had to."

I nodded with my head hanging low, thinking what the fuck am I suppose to do? Loving this man was so damn complicated. He knew exactly how to control me and get me to do anything that he wants. Goddammit Harry Styles.

"I just want us to be together," he says as his hands ran down my arms, causing chills to run down my body.

"I do too," I spoke softly.

"So..why don't you want to marry me?" He asked, his voice held a little emotion in them. And I swear that he was going to be the death of me.

I gulped, my eyes looking elsewhere but he tilted my jaw to make me look at him. Those emerald were pretty much begging me to answer his question. And I couldn't tell him the real truth, I had to say something else.

"I was scared that I was gonna ruin everything," I tell him, lying of course but I had to do what I had to do. What else was I suppose to say? Sorry Harry it's too soon, maybe next time. I would probably have no chance of living.

"Oh darling," he sighs, his hands then trailing down my hips. "You aren't going to ruin everything. Trust me, we're gonna be fine."

"You sure?" I ask looking up at him.

"Of course," he leaned in to kiss my forehead.

"I'm sorry," I tell him taking both of his hands in my own. "For freaking out and being..well insecure and doubtful of us."

Harry stroked my cheek and kissed me oh-so delicately. Those lips putting me in a trance, slipping out of reality and into our own world. I felt his hands ran down my body, squeezing my ass until he decided to pick me up by the back of my thighs, laying me down on the couch.

"You aren't going to mess up anything that we have between us," he whispered kissing my neck and down my chest, a hand grabbing on my thigh gently as he assured me that everything was gonna be okay.