I'm in love with a Criminal (Harry Styles Fan-Fic)

Chapter 1

*here's the first chapter. I hope you like it and sorry if it's short*

Alexis' POV
Monday, February 10th
5:35pm

I sat on the couch, remote in hand, surfing through the channels until it lands on the news broadcast. I pet my kitten, Whiskers, before getting up and walking to the bathroom where my mom is applying on her makeup. Walking in, I sit on the toilet seat and angle myself towards her, I look up and see she's more stressed than usual.
"I still don't fully understand why we have off", I state,"It's not like we have any snow storms or whatnot."

"You'll find out soon enough...anyways I go to go, see you when I get home", my mom says as she kisses my forehead and walks out of the bathroom, I follow her to the door and she walks out,"Lock the door and don't open it for anyone... A lot has happened these couple of days and I'll check up on you later,okay?"

"Okay", I say. I close and lock the door then plop down on the couch and immediately get sucked into the news story.

"School Closings are reported after criminal, Harry Styles, is hiding in the area. Police and Detectives are constantly looking for the killer. We advise that the people living in the targeted areas to remain indoors at night unless with someone. Lock all doors and watch out for anything suspicious happening in your neighborhood...", the reporter states. His face flashes across the screen,"If you see this man, contact police officials immeadiatley. Schools will reopen until he is caught..."

I watch the report in complete shock and surprised how much he has actually done. Killed 8 people, Robbed over 14 stores, and raped over 24 women...all in which range from 14 to 16...my age group, and I'm smack dab in the middle. Paranoia strikes over me; I change the channel and bring Whiskers closer to me for comfort. I put on 'Man of Steel' and lay down, pulling the blanket on the couch on my body. I check my phone to see that it's 6:45, I put my phone on the counter and watch the action movie.

Harry's POV

I walk towards the light I see out of the woods and stop to see if anyone's there. When the coast is clear, I continue to walk across the empty street...this neighborhoods quiet. Could be that there a warning that I'm here or it could be the fact that only old people live here. A house with curtains open and a light indicating that someone's home catches my eye. "Perfect", I whisper, a smirk clear on my face. There's no car in the driveway...this should be interesting... I look through the window to see a small cat and a girl sleeping on their couch, the girl looks about 15 and is wearing a police shirt. So her mom's working tonight isn't she? I furrow my eyebrows and admire her brunette hair and long eyelashes, if only I could see her eyes. I smirk,"Looks like I've found my next victim."

Alexis' POV
I wake up and look out the window, it's dark outside and the moon shines the house through the sun windows. I yawn and stretch then grab my phone and check the time, "1:38 am", it reads. I've been asleep for that long? I turn off the lights and TV and head down the hall to my bedroom. Whiskers trails behind me and jumps into my bed while I get under the covers. I pull her to snuggle closer to me and within minutes, I'm in another deep slumber....

BANG!
I sit up, startled and I try to attempt to control my breathing. Whiskers is absolutely shaking and hides under my arm. I lay back down and try to go back to sleep. A wave of silence is calming yet scary being here alone. I go into this state where I'm half asleep-half awake and just flowing through the middle. I hear footsteps walking throughout the house until they stop at my door. The door knob is being messed around with for a while and the sound of it opening makes my hands clench at my pillows. A smell of cologne and mint reaches my nostrils and I inhale deeply...too deeply. With no hesitation, two arms pick me up, leaving Whiskers, asleep on the bed still. I heard a manly groan fall from the man's lips and I hear the front door open. The cold air freezes me and I shake, then the man enravles me into my duvet to keep my warm.
"Oh kitten you're mine now", I hear him say, and I accidentally whimper. He carefully places me into the passenger seat of a car and buckles me in and closes the door. I hear the drivers side open and he hops in. I debate whether or not to open my eyes in my mind until I had the courage to open them. I turn my head to the left and open them, I see the man... the man that all over the news, Harry Styles, right in front of me. He buckle himself in and looks up to see me staring at him, he smirks. I swallow down the lump in my throat and stutter both caused from being scared and freezing cold ,"W-Where are you taking m-me?" I ask. He chuckles and turns my face to his.
"That's what they all say, and that's none of your business. How old are you?", he asks. I stare at him, and when I don't answer he yells, "When I ask you a question you fucking answer it!"

"F-Fifteen", I stutter, I feel the tears forming at the corners of my eyes.

"Perfect.", he smirks as he wipes my tears,"Don't cry, Beautiful. I won't hurt you...yet"

He places his hand on my thigh and rubs it up and down until it's at the top of my thigh and leaves it there. I observe and see that his hands are big, long, and muscular. He could kill anyone with his bare hands if he wanted too, but I'm pretty sure he already did. I look up and see the time yet again,"5:26 am", the morning sun had already started to come up and his face was focused on the road in front of us while he was driving us to wherever he was taking me. I turn to him and see his face clearly. He had full, pink lips and dazzling green eyes that looked like the color of spring grass. Harry has a chiseled jaw line that could cut you if you touched it. His hair was curly, and was a dark brown like mine but a little lighter. His eyebrows were furrowed together in focus. 'No stop,stop,stop,I can't be attracted to him. He took me...he took me...he took me...' I repeated in my head. Harry removed his hand from my thigh and I whimper from the loss of touch, he smirks as a response. My thoughts thinks of what my mom is going to do when she sees I'm not there or whiskers still asleep on my bed. My eyelids feel heavy as I fall to sleep. The last thing I saw was my attackers face...that was focused on the road ahead of us....