Heroin {harry styles}

4

My eyes fly open with a sharp pain in my stomach. I wake up gasping for breath, every ounce of air entering my lungs brings more pain to my body.

I stay where I am for God knows how long, not daring to move a muscle, before finally opening my eyes and mustering up the strength to take in my surroundings.

I'm laying on a bed in a plain, surprisingly modern bedroom. It seems like a normal room — there's a dresser, a closet, and a nightstand. Who's room is this?

My body aches with stiffness as I begin to move myself to sit up. I want nothing more than to go back to sleep right now. I'm so tired, my body feels like it needs ten years of sleep to recover from whatever I'm feeling right now, but I need to figure out where I am.

I have no idea how I ended up in this strange place. The last thing I remember is walking home from school.

Fighting the aches in my limbs telling me to rest, I find the strength to stand up and slowly walk over to the dresser. Looking in the mirror, my reflection shocks me.

I look dead.

I gently feel my clammy, almost white skin just to make sure this isn't a dream. There are heavy bags under my eyes and my cheeks are horribly flushed. At least I know these are the same clothes I was wearing before.

I lean on the dresser or a minute before I find the strength in my weak muscles to go to the door and venture out of this room.

Of course, I'm met with a long hallway when I open the door. Right of left?

Left.

I slowly tiptoe town the hallway, hoping to find someone sooner rather than later so they can help me get home.

At the end of the hallway I end up at a staircase. I guess this means I went the right direction.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, I finally hear voices. Why is this house so huge?

I walk through what I'm pretty sure is a living room and down another small hallway before coming to a door that's open ajar.

"Who the fuck messed this up?" A voice whispers angrily. "This was supposed to be an easy fucking kidnap."

Kidnap?

I peek through the hole in the door for a brief second, but I don't want to eavesdrop, especially since this seems like a conversation I really shouldn't be hearing, so I knock softly.

An unfamiliar face looks at me through the small space. He's got platinum blonde hair, an eyebrow and lip piercing, and he's covered in tattoos.

"Come in," a deep, gravelly voice says from inside after the blonde man nods in his direction. I'm pretty sure it was the same man who was whispering a minute ago, although I just noticed his heavy English accent.

I push the door open to reveal three more men in the room. All four of them are dressed in all black. Two of them are unfamiliar, but when I lock eyes with one of the men, I can't forget him.

I don't think anyone would be able to forget those green eyes. They seem to stare right through my soul when I look into them.

The moment our eyes locked, other memories come flooding back.

His name is Harry.

I was running through the woods earlier.

I was in the car with him.

I was trying to get away from him.

I felt really, really good for a little bit.

Harry kidnapped me.