Guns [Harry Styles]

Chapter 10

-Carrie's P.O.V-

I open my eyes to find myself in a familiar room.

My eyes widen.

This is Harry's room.

I try to get up but something is holding me down.

When I look at my body, I find my hands and legs tied to the posts on each corner of the bed.

Being tied up like this reminded me of the first time Harry tied me up.

I should've known that Harry would find me.

He did warn me.

I look to my right and see Harry, causing me to jump a bit because I didn't notice him there.

He is leaning on the wall, staring at me with his red and puffy green eyes.

Why are his eyes red and puffy?

Has he been crying?

He continues to stare at me, holding a straight face even though he looks like as if he is about to cry any second.

"H-Harry," I choke out.

"Why did you run away?" He asks, not removing his eyes from mine.

"I-I didn't want to be with you anymore. I wanted to go home," I answer truthfully.

"Well, you ran away. Then I see you crying at the park? Why didn't you go home like you wanted to?" He snaps.

"S-Something happened," I sigh, closing my eyes.

"What happened?" He frowns.

"Something," I say, not wanting to bring up what I had seen when I got in the house.

"Fine, don't tell me. But Carrie, I trusted you. I thought you wouldn't run away. I thought you'd always stay beside me. For once, I felt like I had an actual friend."

I open my eyes to look at him.

Did he really feel that way?

It is what I expected to happen with my plan but I guess the plan means nothing now since I'm back here.

A tear forms in his eyes but he blinks it away.

"You are a criminal, Harry. How could I trust someone who is a criminal? You kidnapped me! You choked that guy in the alley. Who knows what will happen if I continue to stay with you? You could've stabbed me in the back and killed me," I try to explain.

"I told you so many times that I wasn't going to kill you. Did you not believe me?" Harry snaps, turning angry.

"I only knew you for a week. Trust couldn't be gained from a week, Harry."

"But I was so nice to you! I fed you, I bought you things, and I did so much to keep you happy," He frowns, running his hand through his hair and tugging it at the ends, "How did you not gain trust from me?"

"What if it was all an act?"

"Like yours? I'm not dumb, Carrie. Ever since you were acting nice, I knew something was going on but I brushed it off."

"Yea, but I just-"

"I don't think I can trust you ever again," He sighs, getting up and walking to the door.

"Harry, please. You can't just leave me tied up like this," I beg.

As I keep begging, he stops and looks at me.

He sighs, "I'll think about it."

With that, he leaves the room and closes the door softly behind him.

Now I'm in the room all by myself.

I sigh.

Yea, I guess I should've trusted him.

He was so nice to me and after everything he's done for me, I ran away.

But I had a family I wanted to get back to.

Well, now I don't want to go back their ever again.

I don't even want to look at their faces.

Maybe I should give Harry a chance.

Let's just hope that he doesn't try to kill me.

After thinking about this whole situation, I fall asleep.

A/N: I don't think I can update very often like I had said before. I think I'll update once every one or two weeks because I want to spend my summer hanging out with my friends instead of spending my time sitting in front of the computer.