Mafia Flower // Harry Styles

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Zayn, one of my security gaurds, drove at a fast speed down the dirt road. We passed hundreds of green trees and rolling hills. I wondered where we going. Possibly, we were headed to the airport to flee the country.

The ringing of Zayn's phone filled the silence in the air. Zayn quickly picked up.

"Hello? Yes, she's with us. We're on our way." He hung up.

"Who was that? Where are we going?" I asked, leaning against the charcoal-colored car door.

Zayn answered, "It was Mr. Ventura, your father. He wanted to know if you were safe. We're going to the airport to meet him in Barcelona."

I sighed.

I peered through the trees and furrowed my brows when I saw a car parked in the trees. In seconds, the car was on our tail and trailing behind. I noticed it gaining speed.

"We're being followed," Mr. Styles spoke.

Zayn cursed and stepped on the pedal. The mysterious car gained speed as well. I gasped when Styles pulled out a handgun and leaned out the window. He fired three bullets aimed at the tires. I watched as the mysterious car swerved and vanished into the trees.

The car returned with vengence. Zayn spun the wheel to the left and the mysterious car suddenly rammed us. As we jerked forward, I held onto Mr. Styles shoulder and he held me protectively. His brown hair fell across his sweaty forehead. Zayn and Damon swung open their doors. I opened mine as well but I was ordered to stay in the car. I flinched as I heard three gunshots signalling that men were killed. I heard Damon curse and Zayn huff as they spoke to each other sternly.

When they returned, Zayn ran a hand through his dark hair and looked into my eyes in the rearview mirror. "We can't stop now. There might be more." Zayn stated and pressed on.

•

We were riding first class on an airplane headed straight to Barcelona. Airplane flights always made my stomach turn. Goosebumps raised on my skin as I peeked out the window and saw how high we were from the ground. I mumbled that I was going to puke and I ran to the toliet. I emptied out contents of dinner and slumped in exhaustion. It had been a long night.

"You alright, Darling?" Mr. Styles asked when he appeared at the door.

I nodded. I leaned against the sink and switched on the water to wash my tired face.

"Only a few minutes til landing," he reminded me and I weakly smiled.

"Why are you watching me?" I inquired quietly as I patted my face dry with a towel.

He leaned against the door and replied, "I just wanted to make sure you're ok. Also, the flight attendant had some clean clothes for you and some pills for nausea."

He handed me a stack of clothes with a pill on top. I thanked him and he nodded before leaving. I shut the door and sighed. I gently set the clothes on the sink. My hand reached around my back and blindly searched for the zipper. I realized I needed help unzipping my dress. Oh, no. I politely called for someone to help. Mr. Styles appeared at the bathroom door again.

"Um...I need help unzipping my dress real quick." I said sheepishly. I blushed and he chuckled.

I turned around and felt his fingers gently unzip. His breath fanned my neck and my lips parted because of how close we were. I caught my dress before it could fall.