Guns [Harry Styles]

Chapter 20

-Harry's P.O.V-

Where the fuck could she be?

My hands on the steering wheel tighten as I think of the things The Man could be doing to her.

"She'll be okay," I whisper to myself continuously, trying to calm myself to take away the stress.

As I make a turn to my street, my phone rings.

I grab the phone, not bothering to check the caller ID and put it to my ear, "Hello?"

"Harry," A familiar voice, who I recognize as Gemma says, "I think I've found her."

"How? Where is she?" I ask, almost yelling and my hands gripping the steering wheel even tighter.

"Calm down. I'm not sure but what I know for sure is that she isn't at The Man's house."

"Then where the fuck is she?"

"Well, me and the gang has done some research and it looks like she's at some old house made out of wood."

"Why the hell would The Man bring her there?"

"I don't know. Like I said, I'm not sure."

"Where is it?"

"No, I'm not telling you yet."

"Then what was the damn point of calling me?"

"To tell you that I might have found her. But if I tell you now, you'll probably barge in there without a plan or anything."

"Dammit, Gemma. I do have a plan."

"Then what is it?"

"To fucking charge in there, rip the damn guy's head off, and save my girl."

"That isn't a proper plan, Harry."

"Proper or not, it's a fucking plan. Fuck plans. Just tell me where she is."

"You better watch your tone with me."

"You're not the boss of me! Who do you think you are?" I yell into the phone, anger taking over me.

"I'm your loving sister," She says calmly.

"Yes, you are my sister. Not our dead mother!" I say coldly, immediately regretting what I have said.

"Goodbye, Harry," Gemma sighs.

"Gemma I-" I begin to say but then realize that she has ended the call, "Fuck!"

I yell in frustration and take one of my hands to punch the steering wheel.

When I arrive to my house, I park in the drive way and slam the door as I get out.

My hand runs through my hair as I try to think of a way to save Carrie but how am I going to save her if I don't know where she is?

I grab the first thing I see when I get in the house, which is a vase, and smash it onto the ground, causing it to shatter in god knows how many pieces.

If The Man lays a fucking finger on her, I swear to fucking god I will kill him.

No, even better!

I'll make him suffer, just like he did to me for these past few years.

When I storm into my room, ignoring the mess I have made, the doorbell rings.

I groan and walk back into the living room to open the door.

When I open the door, my eyes widen.

"Carrie," I gasp.

"Harry," She smiles.

I wrap my arms around her, happy that she is back but how?

She hugs me back, "I missed you so much, even if it was just for a day."

"I missed you too," I chuckle, "How did you get back?"

"It doesn't matter how I got back. What matters is I'm with you again," She giggles.

"I was worried sick. I thought The Man was going to do something terrible to you," I frown.

"He was going to but I got away," She chuckles.

What she's saying seems impossible to me but I decide I'll believe it since she is back.

"Well, thank god you're back. I don't know what I would do if you weren't here," I smile slightly, pulling the strand of hair on her face behind her ear to peck her lips.

She looks behind me and raises her eyebrow, "What happened here?"

I raise my own eyebrow, not knowing what she is talking about but when I turn around to look back, I see the vase that I had shattered into billions of pieces not too long ago, "Oh, I-I got mad I guess. I thought I wouldn't see you again."

"Now I'm here," She smiles.

I pick her up in bridal style and carry her up to my room.

"What are you doing?" Carrie asks, leaning her head onto my chest as I carry her up the stairs.

"Just wanting you right now," I smirk, laying her on the bed when I get in my room.

A/N: I watched Annabelle and it was scary as fuck. Did you guys watch it? Oh my god. I got 1k reads on my book and that makes me so happy. It might not mean much to you but it means so much to me. I haven't updated in a long time. I guess updating once a month is going to become a regular thing for me. Never wanted to become that kind of writer but I'm a lazy ass. I've always hated writers like that but I guess it's now more of a sorry than hate cause I can now see why they don't update as much. Also, I'll be editing and adding stuff to my chapters so if you're going to be rereading this fanfic, you'll probably see things that weren't there before. Love you guys.