Guns [Harry Styles]

Chapter 19

-Harry's P.O.V-

I open my eyes to see nothing but a few people surrounding me and pieces of the beach house all over the place.

What happened?

I get up with pain filling the back of my head, causing me to put my hand at the spot that is hurting to see if I am bleeding.

As I touch my head, my memory from last night immediately floods into my mind.

"Carrie," I whisper to myself.

-Carrie's P.O.V-

"You're awake," A low voice booms from the darkness.

I look around to find the person who said that but I see nothing but black.

Where am I?

I immediately try to get up but fail miserably since I'm tied down to the chair I am sitting on.

Then I attempt to rock myself forward but the chair doesn't budge.

It's probably nailed down to the ground.

"Who are you?" I ask, finally giving up and fear showing in my voice, "Show yourself."

"I am The Man," The low and deep voice answers, ignoring my demand.

I widen my eyes.

My mind is being flooded with the events that had happened last night.

All I remember is the house shaking, Harry grabbing my hand, us trying to run away, me being snatched away from Harry, me trying to scream for help but a cloth covered my face, and that was it.

I probably blacked out after that.

"By the look on your face, it seems like you know who I am," The Man chuckles.

I'm confused on how he could see me in the darkness and I couldn't see him.

"I-I do," I choke out.

"Good. That means you know what I'm capable of," The Man laughs.

"P-Please don't kill me."

"Oh, darling. I won't kill you," The Man says, caressing my cheek with his rough and hardworking hands, "Yet."

I shake my head, trying to get his filthy hands off of me but that just made him grab my chin to stop me from moving.

"Child, if you know what I'm capable of then I suggest you to stop moving and let me do what I want," The Man yells, slapping my face.

A gasp slips out of my mouth as my cheek burns from the powerful slap I received.

Hot tears slips down my face as I try to remain calm but it is no use.

More tears fell as I try.

"Oh, you're crying?" He asks, his voice filled with concern which makes me feel like he cares but then he starts to laugh.

If I could, I would slap the shit out of him but sadly I am stuck to this damn chair.

But if I want to stay alive, I should watch my words that come out of my mouth I remind myself.

"What do you want from me?" I finally ask.

"I don't want anything from you. You're just a bait," The Man answers.

"A bait?"

"Yes, a bait. I'm using you to lead Harry here."

"And when he is here, what are you going to do?"