Idiosyncrasy (Harry Styles AU)

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Harry's POV

I step on the accelerator, clenching my jaw and trying to calm my breath. It would figure that the traffic is bad right now.

After I tried texting Bethany multiple times without receiving an answer and went to her flat only to find it empty, I decided I couldn't stand not knowing what was going on, and took off in search of my girlfriend.

I don't know what trouble she's in, but I'm scared to death. I'm about to lose my shit wondering what could be happening.

As I continue to drive, I yanked open the glove compartment and pull out my gun. Lucky for me, it's still in my car. I don't know what to expect, so might as well be prepared.

I tuck the gun into my belt, taking a deep breath and parking as I arrive at the place where Bethany told me to go.

This is wrong, my subconscious tells me. Something is wrong with this.

I ignore my gut feeling, and open the door to my car, climbing out. I hesitate a bit before finally gathering the courage to keep walking.

A crumbling warehouse stands in front of me, and I take a few calming breaths before stepping inside. It takes my eyes a few seconds to adjust to the dim lighting of the inside of the deteriorating building, and when they do, I see Bethany. She's tied up to a chair in the middle of the room. She appears to be unconscious.

I rush to her side, noticing that the only light inside the building is from a gaping hole in the roof directly above the chair Bethany is tied to.

Chewing my lip, I fall to my knees and begin to untie the ropes from her delicate ankles.

"Leave her."

I flinch, my head snapping up at the all-too familiar voice from beside me. Des appears from the shadows, accompanied by the dark forms of two other men that appear to be bodyguards.

I stand up quickly, locking eyes with Des' amused ones.

"Harry," he purrs smugly. "How nice of you to join us."

I take a step back, wary of the danger of my situation. I keep silent.

I should have known it was him.

"Let's get straight down to business, then shall we?" Des' eyes grow cold, but a sick smile still plays on his features. A shiver runs up my spine.

I still remain quiet as he motions to one of the men behind him.

"As I told your girlfriend, I would like a ransom for her release. But I don't wish for money," Des says, the smile on his face growing with every word. "It's you I want."

I can feel my blood run cold as the words escape him mouth. I should have known that this was a trap; but I was too blinded by my affection for Bethany that I couldn't see it.

I look over at Bethany, who is starting to stir.

After he kills me, he'll probably kill her too. And I'm completely responsible for it. She didn't have to get involved. It's my fault.

Her eyes snapped open, and immediately meet my distressed ones. She can't say anything due to the gag over her mouth, but a single tear makes its way down her cheek.

Seeing her cry makes me angry; angry at Des for being the cause; angry at myself for being stupid and naïve.

Fight back, a sudden voice in the back of my mind speaks. Defend yourself.

Mike was right; the only way I'll have a chance of surviving is if I fight back and defend myself.

And Bethany.

Before Des can blink an eye, my gun is in my hand. I shoot at the ground in front of Des at first, then fire at the two guards beside him. One of them falls limply to the ground, and the other falls, gripping his leg in pain.

Des whips out his own gun, firing at me but missing.

I duck into the shadows, shooting at him. The bullet hits his arm, sending him reeling back. He quickly recovers though, and comes after me. I melt deeper into the darkness and press against the wall.

My heart is beating a mile a minute, almost loud enough that I'm scared Des will hear it. Adrenaline is pumping through my veins, making me hyper aware of everything around me; the sound of water dripping somewhere in the building, the slight tremble in my fingers, the faint sound of Des' footsteps.

I guess I'm lucky he didn't bring more men with him; he expected to just kill me quickly and be done with it. But he was wrong, so wrong.

I can hear his footsteps coming closer, and for a mere second, they stop.

Then another shot is fired; and this time it hits its target.

Notes

sorry for the cliffy but.....just hang on until I get the next one typed xD