Kidnapped (h.s)

Chapter 9

    

     The door burst open, digging a hole as it slammed against the wall. Next came the person behind it. It was Harry.

     Harry stepping through the doorway with a baseball bat in his hand. He jumped at the guard with a full swing cracking the man right in the head with great force. The ugly beast of-a-man dropped to his knees almost instantly.

     No longer paying attention to the guard, he moved to the next asshole in line for the wrath of Harry. The man reached for a pistol from the holster on his hip but he was to late. Harry beat him once in the ribs, then sliced down on the center of his skull.

     It was breathtaking watching Harry do all this. Never in a million years could I have imagined sweet little Harry Styles doing this. He was doing this for me!

     He was amazing, sweat dripping throughout him, completely soaking his shirt. It was nice to have something good to look at after all this shit. I loved it.

     Harry was flying through them, man after man. He stopped when he had dropped all but one of the sick psychopaths keeping us here. The man he was stopped at was a skinny Russian man carrying a readied knife. The leader.

      Before I could even blink, the leader charged towards Harry, slashing his knife at him. Harry stepped back before the blade could reach him. This infuriated the man so much he just threw the knife at Harry. Not expecting this to happen, Harry didn't see ut coming.

      The knife sliced into Harry's arm. He screamed in pain as the blade gouged deeper. Harry fell to the ground and cried in agony.

I screamed with him.

     The Russian man walked cockily over towards Harry and bent down.

     “Come to be a hero for your girlfriend, pretty boy?" said the man.

     “Actually I did bitch!" Harry snapped at him. I was actually happy to hear that he didn't deny the fact that I was his girlfriend, even though I'm not.

    “That's not working to well for you now is it?" the man said with a disgusting smirk not even a mother could love. He reached out to the handle of the knife and twisted it before jamming it in further. Harry screamed and I began to cry my eyes out.

      “Actually," Harry paused, “its working out just fine!" Before the man could question him, Harry pulled the knife from his bicep and shoved it into the man's throat and slashed it back out. “You should have left my girl out of it."

     He gripped his throat roughly and fell to the ground. Blood gushing from the rugged rip on his neck. I can't stand blood but I smiled as I gazed upon the beauty of that man suffering. I hate that malicious bastard.

     Harry didn't bother to finish him off. He wanted him to suffer just as much as I did. Instead of watching it though, he walked over to me. He pressed his hand against the glass as did I. I want him so bad, and I practically have him. Nothing but a sheet of glass stands between us, then he's all mine.

     “Wait here." Harry said sweetly. 

     He went over to the man who had once reached for his holster and took the pistol. He aimed it at the glass and gestured for my to get down. He raised the gun and looked away. Next he pulled the trigger; I felt the glass fall upon me. I slightly cried from the shards digging into my skin, but I cried even more because I am free.