Guns [Harry Styles]

Chapter 11

-Carrie's P.O.V-

I am woken up by some movement.

When I look down, I see Harry untying the ropes on my arms and legs.

"Harry?" I say.

"I thought about it." He smiles, untying the last rope.

I don't know how he manages to smile at me after what I had done to him.

When my arms and legs are free, I sit up and look at him with a little shock showing in my face.

He's really letting me go after I ran away?

Well, I know not go as in getting out of the house and away from him.

"Harry, I'm sorry. Really sorry," I try to apologize.

"It's fine. I'm just hoping this time you won't try to run away. Just promise me this time," He sighs.

"I promise. There's nowhere for me to run to anyways."

"So if you did have a place to go to, you'd run away?"

"I-I didn't mean it like that."

"I was just playing with you, Rie-Rie," He laughs.

"Rie-Rie? You're still going to call me that?" I giggle.

"Yup," He smiles, showing off his dimples.

"Alright, Haz," I smile back.

"Enough smiling. Let's go eat something," He says, bringing me to the kitchen.

"What do you want to eat?" Harry asks.

"I don't know. Can we eat toast?" I reply.

"Alright," He agrees, making the toast.

I sit down at the table and wait.

After a few minutes, Harry comes to the table with the toast.

"Food!" I yell, grabbing one toast.

It's not much but it's still food.

"Calm down," Harry laughs, "Don't you want anything on it?"

"Do you have Nutella?" I ask.

"Yup," He nods and goes to the kitchen to get it.

He comes back with the jar of Nutella and some butter knives.

When we finish our breakfast, we sit on the couch.

"What do you want to do now?" Harry asks.

"I don't know," I shrug.

It turns silent for a while.

"Do you want to learn how to defend yourself?" Harry asks, breaking the silent.

"What?" I ask, looking at him.

Even though I heard what he said, I wanted him to repeat it again.

"Do you want to learn how to defend yourself? So you can protect yourself from bad people," He explains, "Like me."

"Wait, you mean me handling a gun?" I say, raising my eyebrow.

"Yea and other things like using a knife and fighting."

"No, no, no. I don't think I can do that. I might kill someone and I don't want to kill anybody."

"That's basically the point of this, Rie-Rie. And what if someone tries to kill you? You need to protect yourself."

"But- Fine."

A/N: I swear, it's always breakfast, breakfast, and breakfast. What happened to lunch and dinner?