Behind The Tour (Sequel to Behind The Album) - Harry Styles Fic

Nowhere to be found - Part 11

"What do you mean hurt Harry?" You demanded.

"What I mean is, if you don't do what I ask, then his pretty little face won't be so pretty any longer," Max smirked.

"You wouldn't dare," you said. "And besides he'd kick your ass before you even at the chance to touch him."

"Well, it doesn't have to be completely physical," he said. "I could just drop these onto the internet..."

He said throwing photos down onto the coffee table. You looked down at them, but they were turned over, so you reached down and took them in your hands. They were photos of you... well, old photos of you that you had taken a few years ago, but he had somehow photoshopped them into pictures with random guys to make it look as if they were taken together.

"Harry gets one look of these and with the timestamp, it's going to appear as if you were fucking other men instead of him," he said. "It's going to look like since your fucking other men after asking him for space that your relationship meant nothing to him and that you were, in fact, using him to get his name out there. He'll hate you and he'll never want anything to do with you again."

"What are you talking about asking for space?" You asked.

"I may have sent a little text regarding a request for a break from your relationship," he shrugged.

"YOU FUCKING WHAT!" You shouted throwing the pictures down. "This is fucking insane! You're fucking crazy and I'm getting out of here and telling Harry the truth."

You made your way to the door, but just as you were about to open it, he slammed it shut and was now facing you only inches apart.

"You'll be leaving when I said you can leave," he whispered. "And when I do, you will not be going to Harry. You will not be speaking to Harry. After today Harry no longer exists to you."

"You know what fine," you said. "I won't speak about him. I won't talk to him. I won't be with him. But I'll never be with you and even if I was, you'd never have my heart because that will always belong to Harry."

Max's eyes went red and his fists clenched against the door. You really thought he was going to hit you at his point, but all he did was push away from you and go into his room slamming the door.

**

Harry had been in the hotel room he shared with you for almost an hour after he received the text from you. He kept trying to call, but you never answered. He tried texting, but they were all getting left on read. He sighed thinking about going out and looking for you, starting with the park, but then he risked the chance of you coming back, packing all of your shit and leaving before he had the chance to talk to you.

He risked coming back to an empty hotel room and he didn't want that. He couldn't handle that. That would break him. He began pacing around the room trying to figure out a way to get in touch with you when his phone rang. He jumped over a few things before grabbing it off the table and saw your picture light up.

"Baby! Look, I'm sorry for everything- can we please talk-" he said.

"Harry," you whispered. "Harry, I.."

"What? Baby, what is it? Why are you whispering?" He asked.

"It's Max. He's the one behind all of the shit going on. I don't have time to explain, but he made me come with him to this apartment and I don't know where it is. He wants me to be with him..." You sniffled.

"You're with Max?" He asked.

"Yes," you nodded.

"Where is he now?" He asked.

"I made him upset, so he went into his room. He left my phone on the counter and I called you. I thought about leaving... but I don't know if I can sneak out without him coming to look for me," you whispered.

"Baby, you need to get out of there now. You need to hang up with me, call the cops and get out of there now. Then once you've called 911, call me and tell me where you are," he said. "Please, just get out of there safely."

"Okay.. okay. um... I uh... I'll do that," you whispered.

"Wait! I love you," he said.

"I love you too," you whispered before the line went dead.

Harry quickly ran out the door of the hotel room and headed for the lobby. He had no clue where you were or even how far you were from the hotel. He knew he couldn't do anything until you called back and the longer it took for you to call back, the more worried he was.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Jeff asked as he was walking into the hotel from eating lunch. "What's wrong?"

"It's Y/N," he said. "She's in trouble and I don't know where she is. I'm waiting for her to call me back but that was ten fucking minutes ago."

"What do you mean she's in trouble?" Jeff asked.

"Max has her! He took her somewhere and I don't fucking know if she's okay! She called me, but he could have hurt her and I don't fucking know!" He cried.

The emotions began building up in him and he couldn't take it anymore. His breathing began to become more sporadic as the thought of you being hurt or worse.

"Harry, you need to calm down and breath," Jeff said. "We'll find her. She'll be okay. If she was able to call you then everything should be okay."

Just then, Harry's phone went off and it was a text. It was the address you were at or the one he hoped you were at. Harry got in the car that Jeff had just gotten out of and the driver went straight there. When the car arrived, Harry saw blue and white lights of multiple police cars surrounding the area. He saw an officer pushing a man against the car in handcuffs and he knew that guy was Max. Harry quickly got out of the car and looked around for you, but you were nowhere to be found.