Thunderstorms: A Harry Styles Love Story [COMPLETED]

Chapter 10: Dylan

~~~Sierra's P.O.V.~~~

 I woke up to the smell of faint cologne and vanilla. My face was nuzzled into Harry's chest, hia hands around my waist. I looked up to be greeted by a peaceful sleeping face. He looked adorable, and I couldn't bear to wake him up, so I slipped out of bed, moving his arm slightly. He stirred, but then went back to snoring. I smiled and went to my laptop. I opened up Facebook and realized I had 2 messages. One from my mum and one from...Dylan. I decided to read my mum's first.

Dear Sierra,

How's summer so far? Your Dad and I are enjoying Egypt very much, and are going to be here for another 2 weeks. I know Eleanor barely ever checks her Facebook account, so could you please tell her about this? Thanks.

Much Love, Your Mother.

I smiled. Looks like they were having a nice time. Then, with shaky hands, I clicked on Dylan's message.

So, looks like you're with the spoilt brat from some band now, huh? You and your little boyfriend better watch out. I'm getting you back, whether you like it or not. Don't say I didn't warn you. -Dylan

I felt someone watching me from behind and turned around, finding Harry standing right behind me, reading the message. I watched as his hands balled into fists.

"Shh...it's okay Curly, it's not a big deal." I tried to assure him. 

"Yes it is. What if he hurts you? What if he kidnaps you in the middle of the night? Or when you go shopping?" he started freaking out. 

"I'll be fine Harry." I said, trying to sound as confident as possible. I failed.

"Don't leave the house alone from now on, okay?" 

"Okay, I promise."

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*3 DAYS LATER

~~~Harry's P.O.V.~~~ 

It was 8 in the morning, and I decided to go to the kitchen to make breakfast for everyone. Much to my surprise, everyone was already gathered around the table. Except for Sierra of course; she was still in bed.

"Harry, we were just going to wake you and Sierra up." Zayn informed me.

"Why? What happened?"

"I'm going to propose to Danielle when she visits tomorrow." Liam announced, a huge smile on his face. Then the smile faded. "But I have no idea how to."

Before I could answer, the door closed behind me. I heard the click of the lock. We were locked in.

"C'mon SIerra, this isn't funny." I called out while trying to open the door. It didn't budge.

"Oh yes it is." a manly voice replied. That wasn't Sierra.

"It's Dylan." Eleanor told me, her face white as snow. 

Shit. "LET US OUT."

"No can do, Styles. I have to go make Sierra mine." He said, his voice sent shivers up my spine.

"IF YOU LAY ONE FINGER ON SIERRA, I WILL-"

"What? You and your friends are locked in there. You can't do anything. I gotta go, my Sierra is waiting." he announced, and a punched my fist on the door desperately.

Suddenly, a distant voice called out. "Harry? Is that you?" Sierra. She was still upstairs.

"SIERRA! RUN!!! ITS DYLAN!"

I heard a scream. It was too late. That was when I lost it. Panic rose in my chest and my heartbeat increased. I could hear footsteps going up the stairs. He was going to hurt Sierra. He was going to hurt my Sierra. Just like he did before; that huge cut down her back, the bruises on her wrists. I shuddered at the thought of what he could do this time. I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Harry, we're gonna find a way to save her. Don't panic." Liam assured me. I took a deep breath and tried to calm down. I had to think of a way.

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~~~Sierra's P.O.V.~~~

"Harry? Is that you?" I called out. It was only 8 in the morning, and Harry wasn't in bed. I heard someone yell something, and assumed it was Harry.

"SIERRA! RUN!!!! IT'S DYLAN!"

My heart stopped. I let out a scream at the thought of the monster. I ran to Harry's room, which was the furthest from the stairs. I hid in the closet, the familiar smell of Harry surrounding me. I sat there, hugging my knees, closing my eyes, wishing this was all a dream. 

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and my palms started sweating. I covered a hand over my mouth to stop me from screaming. I heard a loud thud come from my room, and a crash. He was tearing the place up. I heard him move on to el's room. I heard a loud and terrifying crack. Did he break the bed or something? He moved on to Niall and Liam's room, and I heard crashes and the ripping of paper. I could hear him groan in frustration. The footsteps made their way into the room, and I stopped breathing. By the sound of it, he tore the room apart. Finally, he went out of the room. I let out a breath, and what happened next scared me.

Dylan grabbed my arm and let out a crazed laugh. He threw me on Harry's bed and took out a small knife. I started screaming my head off. He sat on top of me and lifted my shirt, placing the knife on the surface of my stomach. He tore through the surface and I screamed for help. Even though the cut wasn't deep at all, it hurt like hell. He didn't stop making markings. Finally, he stopped, but the pain didn't subside.

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~~~Harry's P.O.V.~~~

There were a few minutes of silence, and everyone in the kitchen held their breaths. Then, an ear-piercing scream tore through the air. Sierra. I broke down in tears. She was probably being tortured, while I was here, not able to do anything. The screams kept repeating, and I went absolutely crazy. I picked up a knife and stabbed the door, around the knob. I did this again and again, and eventually got to doorknob off. I looked at the people around me. They were gaping at me. And then we all charged through the door, running up the stairs. I ran toward where the screams were coming from. My room. Then, the screams stopped. Just like that. I panicked and burst into the room. 

There she was, my Sierra, lying on the bed, tears streaming down her pale face. Her skin was stained with blood, and I went completely ballistic. I charged at Dylan and pushed the knife out of his hand. I punched his gut again and again, until Louis pulled me away. He lay on the ground, unconcious. I wiped the angry tears off of my face and went straight to Sierra. She was sitting up, but tears were still streaming down her face. She looked fine except for a few small cuts on her stomach, but what made me sick was what the cuts spelled out:

Mine

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