The Story of Us-- One Direction/ Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty Six - Special Promise

Chapter Twenty Six - Special Promise

*Harry's Point of View*

    My eyes snapped open and I sucked in a deep breath. My head was throbbing and I could practically hear my heart beat in my ears. I felt as though I had been beaten in the face with a club. And judging by the state of my being, I wouldn't have been surprised. I felt blood trickle from my forehead and onto my upper lip. I quickly licked it away and then grimaced at its salty taste. I slowly lifted my head up and let out a loud groan as the pain in my brain intensified. I blinked a few times and looked around. The whole room was spinning in circles.

     Across from me, there was a single chair along with some duct tape, a tool kit, and some rope. I gulped as I noticed the trail of blood leading away from the chair to the door. Like who ever sat there had been dragged away...

     I repositioned myself and managed to feel my iPhone in my pocket. Whoever had kidnapped me had forgotten to frisk me and take away any electronics, proving to me that they weren't very intelligent...yet very angry. I tried to loosen my hands but then froze as the door boomed open. Two very big guys strutted inside, covered in tattoos, their heads almost completely bald. One even had "mom" tattooed on his shoulder with a big heart around it. He seemed very tough.

      "Look who's finally awake!" he shouted. "How was your nap? Ready for round two?"

     "Lay off, Phil, let the man breath." the other one said, looking me right in the eyes.

     "Oh come on, Jarrod! Since when did you get so soft?" Phil muttered, punching the one called Jarrod on the shoulder. Jarrod shrugged and sat in the chair in front of me.

     "How are you holding up, kid?" Jarrod asked. I spit blood out of my mouth right in front of his combat boots.

     "How do you think?" I spat.

     "I like him, he's got...spunk." Phil said, laughing.

     "Do I know you?" I demanded.

     "Don't tell me you don't remember me?!" Jarrod yelled. I had to admit, his face seemed very familiar but I just couldn't put my finger on it. So, I just shrugged.

     "Nope, sorry lads. Haven't a clue. What do you want with me?" I asked. Phil laughed loudly like I just cracked a joke. Which, I didn't. There was nothing funny about me wanting to know why I was being held prisoner. I had to admit, he wasn't the brightest crayon in the crayon box. I bet whoever was in charge only kept him for his brute strength, not his brains.

     "Well...actually..." Phil and Jarrod exchanged nervous and confused glances. I chuckled.

     "Seriously? You kidnapped me and you don't even know what for? Come on..." I shook my head in disbelief. 

     "You're Harry Styles, right? Charlotte Beck's boyfriend?" My eyes grew large and I gulped nervously.

     "What do you want with Charlotte?" I demanded. Phil's smile grew large.

     "Yeah, we got the right guy. The boss is gonna be excited!" Phil cheered.

     "Shut up, Phil." Jarrod spat. Phil's smile disappeared. The door creaked open and another man walked inside but he stayed hidden in the shadows. 

      "So ya'll caught him then? Nice job, boys!" His voice sounded very familiar, like something from a distant dream. But I couldn't recall where I heard it. It was a sharp, southern twang. 

     "Leave Charlotte out of this...whatever this is." I growled. The man laughed. 

     "I thought you dumped her?" he asked. My jaw clenched. How did he know that?