Idiosyncrasy (Harry Styles AU)

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Bethany's POV

My heart races inside of my chest, and the lump in my throat is beginning to suffocate me. I still haven't fully convinced myself that this is a good idea.

This is the day I am going to take Harry's place.

I told Des to meet me on the outskirts of London, giving Harry some prepared excuse as to where I would be for the afternoon.

Or maybe eternity.

I attempt to swallow down my fear, gripping the steering wheel uncomfortably tight.

The few days before seem so far away, and what lies ahead of me is staring me in the face.

I just can't let Harry get brutally slaughtered. Especially someone he thought loved him all his life.

"I love you so much that I'm willing to give all of myself to you, give my life for you, and spend the rest of my life with you." My words from the night before keep coming to the surface of my mind, making me rethink my decision each time. But I force it down. I'm saving Harry. Not because I want to feel like a hero or for the satisfaction of feeling like I've done something right, but because I love him.

Love is something that has never really been familiar to me, but with Harry I forget all the times other guys have put me down and shamed me because when he said those three words, he put all those memories and fears to rest.

And I think it's time I repay him.

I park my car, looking around. I'm out so far from the city that there's hardly any civilization-beside an old, abandoned warehouse. It just screams horror movie, sending shivers down my spine.

It's too late to turn back now.

A cliché black range rover sits parked a few yards away from me, and I attempt to compose myself before exiting my own vehicle.

"Bethany. Little naïve Bethany," a low, rough voice rasps form behind me.

I gasp, whirling around to face Des and two other burly men behind him.

I suppress a scream, knowing that won't get me anywhere. There's no one around for miles to hear me.

Des steps closer, a sick smirk plastered on his face. I stand my ground, staring straight back at him and trying to be brave.

"You only made my job easier by coming here," he purrs, chuckling and slowly closing the distance between us.

"W-what?" I choked out, my voice coming out strangely high-pitched.

Des only smirked wider. "You're my little prisoner," he tells me, nodding toward the men behind him.

And in that moment, I realize I've done the stupidest thing I could ever do. I just made it where Des will hold me for ransom to get Harry. I scream, but a hand clamps over my mouth, and my hands are roughly pulled behind my back Des has used our love against us. I can only imagine what Harry will think when he finds out.

Tears come to my eyes as I mentally apologize to harry.

Then, something comes down hard on the back of my head and my vision fades to darkness.

Notes

oh dear. what's gonna happen next?!?!?!!

Imagine if that's Beth :)

please commenttttttt ily xxx