Heroin {harry styles}

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The man, whose name I still don't know, finally backs up from me. Holding out the side of his leather jacket, he flashes handgun at me that's been sitting in his waistband this whole time. "Don't try anything."

If he had a gun this whole time, why hasn't he just shot me by now? I can't speak out of fear, so I just nod my head frantically at him.

"Get in the car," he says, his voice free of any emotions.

At this point I start crying harder, unable to control myself, but after fumbling around with the handle for a minute I manage to open the door and get in the car. Once I'm inside, the man quickly gets in the driver's seat next to me.

He begins speeding off down the empty street as I watch the bland scenery roll by. At the speed he's travelling, we're going to be long gone out of this small town in no time.

It's almost totally dark outside now, seeing as the sun has set. It must be at least an hour since I first saw his car trailing me on my walk home. That peaceful walk seems like an eternity ago.

A few more minutes pass by where the only thing that can be heard is my hysteric sobbing and it only gets worse as we pass my house. Watching my house fade off into nothing in the distance is the most heartbreaking part of this so far.

Soon enough, we're past the small residential area and there isn't another building in sight. I really need to get a grip.

"W-what's your name?" I stutter through my tears. I feel like I deserve to at least know the stranger's name, especially if he knows mine.

He clenches his jaw before reluctantly answering, "Harry."

As Harry begins driving, I look out the window at the empty country roads as reality sets in.

I'm actually being kidnapped.

I could be raped or even murdered any second, I'll probably never see Sophie again, and my life is practically over.

"Are you going to kill me?" I ask quietly.

"Haven't quite decided that yet," he smirks, not taking his eyes off the road.

Before I realize it, I'm crying even harder than before and I can't catch my breath. I frantically tug at my seatbelt, the car feeling extremely small as another full-on panic attack sets in.

I notice Harry glance over at me, but he doesn't say anything.

"Please let me out. Please please please let me go," I pound on the window and claw at the locked door trying to free myself.

"Calm the fuck down before I sedate you," Harry demands, and I have no doubt in my mind that he's being serious.

"I-I can't," I breathe out between sobs. "You have to let me go, please!"

"Layla, I thought you were a smart girl. You aren't getting out of this one babe," he shook his head sadistically.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Harry pulling a syringe from his jacket, but I'm unable to calm myself down. If anything, the sight of it only makes me even more scared.

Oh my god. My kidnapper is about to drug me.

"You have three seconds to calm down and stop fucking crying or I'm keeping you sedated for the rest of the trip."

My body physically won't let me do anything but look at him, tears gushing out of my fear-filled eyes, and shake my head, hoping he won't do this.

The next thing I know, he grabs a hold of my arm and jabs the syringe into it. I stop crying for a minute, shocked about what's happening.

Before I can start panicking again, I feel my world changing. Suddenly I'm not nervous at all about what's happening.

I relax and slouch back in my seat before grinning at Harry. He's not so scary. My body starts to heat up and I don't know why, but I reach out and poke his cheek. It's the softest thing I've ever felt in my whole entire life.

Looking out the window, the scenery seems to be melting away. The trees and grass that are dying because of the cold weather are suddenly bright green again, and they're all blurring together.

He says something to me, but I have no idea what it is. All I know is that I don't feel like I'm in the car anymore.

I'm floating away.

And then I turn around and throw up all over the back of Harry's expensive car.

I think he's yelling something at me, but I can't focus on it. I feel so warm and light right now. I've never felt like this before. Why do I feel so good?

Never mind, I don't care why. All I know is that I never want to stop feeling like this. The world looks so nice like this.

But I can't bask in the feeling for long, because I immediately need to throw up again. I turn around to where I threw up only a minute ago, and this time it doesn't stop.

Once I've finished emptying the contents of my stomach, the world goes black. I can't see anything and I can't move.

I think I hear Harry screaming, something, but it sounds muffled for a few minutes before completely disappearing.

A/n: this is the last super short chapter, I promise they get longer from here on out