Guns and Roses

Hostage.

"Daddy!" My scream echoed throughout the house, annoying all who were in it.

My brother came into the room, running his hands through his hair. "Will you shut up? That's the fifth time you called him. He's not here!" I rolled my eyes and looked down at my feet. "Fine. When is he getting back?"

"Dad is doing business with the 49ers. Something about a peace plan."

Another gang problem? Jesus, when are they just going to back off? Suddenly glass shattered behind me, making me take cover. "DEAN!" I screamed.

Bullets flew into the library, barely missing me by a couple of inches. I guess the peace plan didn't work out, because the 49ers colors were all over the bullets.

I could spot Dean crawling low on the floor, with his gun in his hand. "You have to get out of there!" He yelled over the shots. I looked all around the room looking for an escape. He shot back out of the broken glass a few times before facing me again.

"How!" I yelled back I barely had my head up now, and it was hard to see.

Smoke was everywhere. "Lie on your back! Slowly inch towards me." I trusted my brother. I just didn't trust these bullets.

"Just don't shoot me Dean!"

A tear escaped my eye, as I followed his directions.

The 49ers haven't made this kind of attack on us before. We've never been trained for this, and the panic was slowly settling in.

"Just do it Mel!"

I could tell Dean had already started to panic.

Suddenly the shooting stopped. I rolled over carefully and crawled to the corner of the room. Hugging my knees I took the first breath I had in the last few minutes.

"I'm fine!" I yelled to Dean.

I could here him sigh in response.

A knock on the door interrupted silence. Someone had to know that it was just me and my brother in the house.

Dean pointed a finger at me. "Don't you dare move." He whispered. I stayed put, but part of me wanted to see what was going on.

The other part wanted to stay put. The door opened and closed. My breath hitched in my throat as boots traveled into the living room.

"Melody? You here princess?" I knew all too well that wasn't my father. I grabbed the gun that laid underneath the couch shakily, and held it against me. I dared not answer.

"Come on out sweetie!" I was praying he would look upstairs first, but I knew better. The 49ers were fully prepared. They "expected the unexpected."

My phone rang upstairs, making me take my hand off of my mouth. "There you are." The man whispered.

"Dumb ass." I thought. I crawled from my hiding place into the hallway. Before I could scream someone scooped my up in a pair of strong arms.

I sunk my teeth in to his bicep as hard as I could. The man started to wriggle me around, and I sunk in deep trying to keep a grip.

I looked at his features as he began to growl in pain. A little bit of stubble was scattered in his face, and his hair was a little messy. He smelled of smoke, and of cologne, and his hands were big enough to cover my face.

"The little bitch is biting me!" He screamed. I smirked into his arms freeing him, but he didn't free me.

"Good. Harry's here." I had never heard the name before. Harry. Short for Harold?

Like Harold's Purple Crayon?

Shortly after a car pulled up and I was knocked to my knees. The purple car pulled into my driveway, and a person stepped out of the car. The man came to the passenger side and opened the door.

What came out was what I least expected. A curly haired boy, came out of the car and stared into my eyes.

His hair was lose and flopping everywhere. He pushed his curls back in a swishing motion and glared at me. Is this his daughter?"

His hand reached out to touch my head, but I spit on it before it could reach me.

"Don't touch me." I stated plainly. He titled his head to the side studying me.

"Do you know who I am?" The boy said loud enough for everyone to hear.

His deep accent was strong from throughout the air. He waited for an answer, but there was only one problem with that.

I didn't have one for him.

"No." I said just above a whisper.

"Stand her up," he said, "I want her to hear me."

The boy did as he was told. The boy who smelled of ash lifted me to my feet.!

Curly then smiled and got a little closer.

"I'm Harry Styles. And I will be more then happy to make your life hell."