His Property (Harry Styles)

Chapter 31

Ana POV:

it's been a week since I've been in this terrible basement. Derek and his dipshit minions have came in every day, they always beat me a little to the point where I'm coughing blood then they'll have a laugh yell some shit at me and leave. It's a terrible cycle and they only feed me once every day around the same time from what I can tell.

I absolutely dread it here and I find myself day dreaming of all those wonderful lazy days I use to have with Harry and all the laughs we shared and all the amazing memories we've had. Half of me wants to go back to him while the other half has made it, it's life's purpose to remind me of all the horrible things he's done and it also loves bringing up the fact that if it wasn't for him I wouldn't even be here which really isn't helping with the whole hope issue.

I've been trying to convince myself into having hope of Harry or preferably the police finding me and taking me out of this hell hole but the chances of that happening is starting to look thin. All I really want is to leave this place I really don't mind where I end up it may be with Harry or with Bash and Gabs to be fucking honest I can't quite seem to care less I just want to leave...

Harry POV:

It's been a week since that asshole took my love away from me. I miss her terrible, she was my everything, my love, my hope, my friend, my family everything and anything I'll ever need.

Since she's left I've had my gang all around the world trying to find leads on where the bastard took her but it's like searching for a needle in a haystack it's nearly impossible he could have taken her anywhere. Hell he might not even be in the country yet at the same time he may even be within a mile radius. He's very unpredictable which pisses me off why must he take away the only positivity in my life why couldn't he have just stabbed me it would have been so much less painful then losing my baby.

My baby I wonder how she's doing oh wait I know how she's doing. The prick took videos of him and his shithead followers hurting her and he's been sending them to me. Watching them treat her like that not only angers me but it also breaks my heart seeing her cry like that and beg for them to stop only to have them hurt her even further in return. Every time a new video arrives I lock myself in my room for an hour or two at first I just broke anything and everything I could get my hands on but now I just sit against my bed and cry I just cry and let all my frustration out. I'll also go through old pictures of her I took without her knowledge of course she would kill me if she saw some of the pictures I have of her, I smiled at the thought, the thought of having her here lecturing me on how it need to respect her "privacy" and how I "can't" take pictures of her like that.

Just thinking of it makes me smile like some sort of love sick puppy which I basically am. All I want is my baby I'm my arms, I just want to be able to hold her and tell her I love her one last time...

Which will happen I'll get her back no matter what and that dumbass Derek can't fucking stop me. I wan- no I need my baby without her I'll go crazy I fucking need her and I will fucking get her...,,

Author note: I GOT A BOYFRIEND TODAY!!!