Make You Mine(H.S.)

Angry man and fights to be had

I glanced around the alley, looking for anyone who could help me escape, but no one was around. Harry narrowed his eyes at the door, but I soon realized it was directed towards the person peeking out of the door which was now ajar.

"Evening Styles," a thick Irish accent rung out in the chilly London air.

"Horan," Harry spat.

" Now, now, is that any way to treat your best friend," the man laughed and stepped out into the small amount of light in the alley. He had blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that shined with a glint of humor. He seemed a hell of a lot more fun and safe than Harry.

"You're not my friend Niall," Harry snipped and pulled me closer to him.

"Ah, I see, keeping the tough act up for the lady. Well let me know when you want to grab a drink later," Niall laughed and disappeared in the doorway.

"He thinks he is so damn funny," Harry muttered and continued towards the door. We were almost 5 feet away when I began to pull. I thrashed and kicked at him, managing to break from his grasp and speed off down the alley.

"Get back here!" He boomed and I heard footsteps pounding after me. My breathing was ragged by the time I exited the alley, but somehow I managed to out run Harry. My eyes flickered from business to business and they set upon a rather large grocery store across the street. At least it would take him a while to find me. I leaped onto the street, dodging speeding cars and road raged drivers who blared their horns at me.

The doors to the store flew open once I reached them and I sprinted inside. All the employees simply ignored my enterance and continued to stock the shelves and check out the items of their customers. I decided to head for the toilets since I could actually hide inside them.

"Excuse me, but have you seen this girl," a familiar voice asked. My eyes widened and I flew into an empty stall.

"Cant say that I have mate, you might want to check the toilets," the employee answered. Shite. The bathroom door banged open and I heard him creep slowly towards the stalls.

"Laila, you might want to think about coming out. I'm not very fun when I'm angry," he beckoned. I tried to slow my panicked breaths as he neared my stall.

BOOM! A stall door flew open and slammed into the wall.

"C'mon love, I'm getting tired of this," he sighed. BOOM!

"Laila." BOOM.

"God damn it Lai." BOOM.

Crap. He was so close. Think, think, think. I've got it.

"I know you're in this one," he said and lifted his foot to kick it open.

"ARGHHHH!!!" I screamed and threw a roll of toilet paper at his face. It hit him square on the nose and I flew out of the stall and burst through the bathroom door.

"LAILA!" He yelled and slammed the door open. I darted behind a tower of sodas and tucked myself in as tightly as possible. Why was no one kicking him out of here?

"You'll have to try harder than that love," he chuckled darkly and looked into my eyes. I pushed myself back further behind the tower and he smirked at me.

"Alright, enough games," he said and pulled me out.

"Help!" I screamed but no one bothered to look.

"No one cares darling, they're all afraid of me," he whispered and lifted me over his shoulder.

I lashed and kicked at him, but his body seemed to be made of stone. He didn't even wince when my limbs smacked against him. He simply continued to walk calmly through the store to the exit and walked out into the chilly night air.