Heroin {harry styles}

7

"Get whatever you want," Harry tells me as we stroll into the mall. His y'all body is way too close to me, but I guess I understand why.

My eyes scan the huge mall. There are luxury stores everywhere and it's several stories high. This must be one of the most popular places in London. Hundreds, probably even thousands of people are buzzing around the building with their shopping bags. Living their normal lives. Normal as in not currently on a shopping spree with their kidnapper.

My eyes dart around, wondering if anyone here would help me. If they'd sneak me away from Harry or call the police. I could probably sneak away from him and hide in a crowd if I really tried.

I jump a little bit when I feel Harry's hand on the small of my back. He swiftly leads me around the corner to a small, empty hallway.

Without warning, Harry slams me against the wall hard enough to hurt a little, but not injure me. His body is pressed up against mine just like it was at his car when he first kidnapped me. His breath lightly fans my face and the undeniable tension between us is almost suffocating.

Before I can say anything, Harry's tattooed hand takes a hold of my hand and guides it to the waistband of his black jeans.

"I warned you not to even think about running," he growls in my ear, his hand still holding mine in place. "I know you're thinking about it."

Lost for words, I shake my head frantically and try to focus on fighting back the tears waiting to flood my eyes.

"Oh please, with the way you were looking around and spacing out it was so obvious. In fact, I'm almost surprised you didn't sprint off the second we got out of the car," his accent is thick and his voice holds so much hate in it.

"I-I promise I wasn't-" I try to plead my case but he cuts me off.

"In case you needed more convincing that you have zero chance of escaping," he starts, dragging my hand across his waistband yet again.

Only once my fingertips are met with cold, hard metal, does he finally stop.

"If you move so much as two feet away from me, I won't hesitate to end your life."

With that last, chilling threat, he jerks my hand away as if it repulses him. Harry steps away from me and I immediately feel the heat that was between us dissipate.

He steps off to my side and I take the opportunity to finally let out the breath I've been holding. Closing my eyes to get myself together, I remind myself to be strong. If I just pretend that everything's normal and go along with whatever he says, I probably won't see that gun again any time soon.

When I finally open my eyes again and my breathing returns to normal, Harry wraps an arm around my waist and leads me back into the main part of the building like nothing ever happened. We walk through the mall wordlessly and my eyes sweep across all of the different stores.

"Are we just going to walk around here all day or are you actually going to buy some things?" He asks sarcastically, as always. But to be honest I prefer the sarcasm to the anger.

"I-I don't know what to get," I respond.

He smirks, "I told you, get whatever you want. You need clothes right?"

"Yes."

"Then let's start there. I wasn't going to tell you this until later, but I've got plans tonight so we have to hurry. Pick a store."

Without even looking, I point to one nervously and Harry leads me inside.

All of the clothes in here seem way too fancy for me. They all either have weird designs or show so much skin that I'd light on fire wearing them within a hundred feet of a church.