The Dagger's Rose || l.s (completed)

Two

.....His face was covered, he couldn't understand what was happening. He slowly tried to open his eyes but all he could see was darkness. He could hear the engine sound, he was probably in a car, with two people attatched to his sides and one of them holding his waist very tightly. His whole body started to shake and he screamed a little(his mouth was covered with a cloth). The person who held him probably noticed it and he said, "Bloody hell!! He's awake now, he was not supposed to wake up until we reached the place".

"No problem, he can't escape" another person in the car said.

Harry started squirming and groaning in the hands of the man. His day was already shitty. What did he do wrong? Why would someone kidnap him? His thoughts were interrupted by the loud voice of another person in the car.

"Will you just calm down for a while? Stop shaking you fucking idiot!"

He didn't know what to do besides shaking with terror. After a while, the car stopped. He was pulled out of it by strong arms and was pushed towards a certain direction. His mind was completely blank.

"Where's the boss? He told he would like to meet this boy in person", he heard someone saying. Who the hell is their boss? What would he have to do with a 16 year old guy like him?

"He'll be here in ten, you guys can go, I'll take care of the guy", a raspy high pitched voice said. He heard the feet shuffling noises and then someone held his arms firmly but not too much to hurt him like the person in the car did.

Apparently another car arrived. He heard someone whispering "Boss is here, let's go".

"Is this the only son of the famous George Styles?" a manly voice with northern accent was heard. George Styles was Harry's father. He started trembling, but the firm hands that were holding him kept him in place.

"Yes", he heard a voice coming from the back of him. He guessed that it was the same person who was holding him. It was the same raspy high pitched voice he heard few minutes ago. The person freed one of Harry's arms and removed the cover off his face. He saw a middle aged man with dark Ray ban sunglasses and a thick beard(but styled properly) and a smirk. He couldn't recognise him.

"Don't worry son, we're not gonna hurt you much, we'll just keep you here for few days untill your dear father does what I want him to do" the man said with a not so genuine smile.

Harry's gut was filled with a lump, his body was fuming, he screamed, "Who the hell are you? What do you want from my dad? If he gets to know about this, he'll definitely put you behind the bars!!", he screamed. He tried to move closer to the man but the hands holding him pulled him closer to themselves and he was being held tightly.

The man chuckled. "I'm sorry dear, but your dad is not much of a pure soul as you think, nevermind. William, put him in the room, keep an eye on him". William was probably the person holding him. He turned back to see him and the person immediately shoved a piece of cloth into his mouth to keep him quiet. The person had shades on and had covered half of his face with a scarf. He was a bit taller than Harry, thin figure but strong arms. He dragged Harry out of the hallway they were standing in and forced him into a room in the upstairs of the building.
Harry was totally scared and he could feel heart beating so fucking fast that it could probably break his ribcage.
The guy shoved him into a chair and tied his hands and legs with a rope bondage. He removed the cloth out of Harry's mouth and stared at the trembling boy for a while.

Harry could feel hot tears on his cheeks,"Why are you doing this? Why don't you leave me? I hate all of you. What did I do to deserve this? Why?" He started sobbing. He didn't like crying in front of people. It would make him look weak. He was weak. This whole situation was a mess.

The guy with the shades just stood in front of him without saying anything. He put the cloth back to Harry's mouth and muttered something to himself, which Harry heard as "I'm sorry" but he didn't believe it to be true. The guy just walked away and locked the door from outside.

Harry glanced towards the room. Just four walls and a tiny window at the top. It wasn't dirty but very plain. The ground floor probably had better wall paint. He liked being alone but not like this. Not as a hostage. What was he thinking when he told his driver not to pick him? He could have stayed at Niall's. He could have stayed at the school watching seniors playing footie. He could have done anything other than sitting in a hellhole like this. He hated his life. He had no idea who the middle aged man was nor what he had to do with his dad. He felt like his brain would explode with the thoughts.

It felt like few hours and his tears had dried out. The room was almost dark, a small ray of moon light from the tiny window lit the room. His stomach was rumbling with hunger. He was thirsty, sad, angry. He wished to die instead of rotting there.

Suddenly the door was opened and he saw someone entering with a box and bottle of water. By looking at the silhouette of the physique, he could say that it was the same guy who put him in this room. As the guy moved closer to him, he observed that he didn't have shades on, half of his face was still covered. He switched on a dim lit bulb and kept the things in his hand on the floor gently. He moved towards Harry and opened the bondage of his wrists and legs, and removed the cloth that was stuffed in his mouth. Harry was free and he thought he could escape but the other guy glared at him immediately as if he could read his mind and said,

"Dont you dare! You can't escape from here. Even if you do, the people down here have real weapons!"

Harry was sad but was definitely not surprised. But he kept staring at the other boy's eyes, they were gorgeous blue and were showing off the deep colour while they were glaring at him. He couldn't stop looking at them. Even though Harry's mind was filled with anger and sadness, the blue eyes seemed to pacify the fumes in him.

"Why are you staring at me now? you're not going anywhere, take the food I've brought for you"

"I won't have a single bite out of whatever the shit you've brought!!" Harry said through gritted teeth.

The guy laughed, the sound was muffled by the cover he had on. "Do you think that the hostages will be treated like guests? I atleast bothered to get you food? Nobody is this kind!"

"How can you call yourself kind when you've kept me in this shithole?!"

"C'mon darling, don't be shy. Do you want me to feed you baby? Aww, you're so cute", the guy said in a very sarcastic voice and his eyes looked playful. Harry liked the way his voice sounded. It was beautiful, his eyes were beautiful too. What the fuck Harry! He told to himself in his head.

"I don't like you at all, you're really bad,. How can you be happy when you're hurting people" Harry said with a shaking voice. He sounded like he was telling it to himself and not to the other boy. The boy stared at him, he looked  serious.

"I'll be outside this room, have the food if you want or suffer with hunger!", the guy turned his back towards Harry and started walking to the door. He stopped suddenly. He pointed at something to the left. "There's a loo in there, you can use if you want, see I'm very kind. And yeah, don't you dare think of escaping through the window there. You'll break any of your body part and you'll be caught by the guards standing on the ground floor", he said harshly and went out of the room.

Harry didn't want to eat the food. He was confused. He didn't think that someone would be offered food and loo when they were kept as hostages. The guy didn't even tie him back to the chair again. But Harry shouldn't think that the guy was good. He had kept him as a hostage and was sitting outside and would probably kill him if he tried to escape. Harry sighed with no hope.