Captured

E I G H T

"You're a virgin aren't you."

"That's none of your business." I spat.

Harry picked up my pants and tossed them to me, I quickly put them on. Harry moved closer to me and I tensed up. He planted kisses on my cheek. He hummed and said, "You're so innocent."

"No I'm not." I said quickly.

"Then let's go." Harry stood up, holding out his hand.

"Where?" I took his hand and stood up.

"Where going to a club." He smiled.

***

We got out of the car and walked in the club. I didn't feel to good about wearing a dress like this. It was a skin tight mini dress with rips on my thigh and shoulders. My hair was curled and my makeup wasn't too bad. But my face is still messed up, I tried to cover it up the best I could with concealer.

"Stay close to me." Harry whispered was we entered. I grabbed his hand and held it tight. He gave it a tight squeeze and smiled at me. We pushed our way through the drunk and sweating bodies that were on the dance floor. Harry took us up the spiral staircase that was on the other side of the room. He led me to a room that had red carpeting and a red couch. In front of the couch was a black coffee table. On the couch I noticed Niall and Louis. Louis had a girl on his lap that had beautiful brown hair. She also, had on a mini dress that was black but it wasn't the same has mine.

Harry sat on the couch and patted his lap signaling for me to sit on it. I did and I looked around the room. The man with black hair was sitting on the end to the couch with a cigarette in his mouth. The guy with brown hair had a beer in his hand and he was doing something on his phone.

"That's Zayn." He pointed to the one with the cigarette in his mouth. "That's the one you stay away from.

I nodded and he continued. "That's Liam." He pointed to the one with phone.

I nodded once more and Harry began talking with the boys. I wasn't really paying attention and neither was the girl. She was fiddling with her fingers. She had a small smile on her face as if she was thinking a good thought. I picked up on what Harry was saying. He was talking about that Jordan guy. He was talking about how's he going to stop him and stuff.

Harry's was getting mad because he wrapped his arm around me waist and squeezed tightly. I clenched my jaw until I was used to it.

I bent down and whispered in Harry's ear, "Who's that."

He looked up at me and gave me a small smile. "That's Eleanor. Louis' girlfriend."

I nodded and Harry continued talking. I sat quietly, patiently waiting for the boys to finish so we could leave. I really needed to go to the bathroom so I told Harry.

"Fine." He let me go and I stood up. Harry grabbed my hand and pulled me down so that I was face to face with him. "Don't run."

I nodded and began walking away when Eleanor spoke. "I'll come with you."

I smiled at her and she got off of Louis. He didn't seem to mind we she stood up. She bent down and pecked Louis' lips. They smiled at each other and she walked over to me. We walked down the steps and Eleanor showed me to the bathroom.

We walked in to the bathroom which was filled with girls gossiping. Eleanor and I didn't our business and left the bathroom. "So you're Felicity right?"

"Yeah the one and only." I smiled warmly.

"Well it's nice to finally meet you. Whenever Harry came over he'd talk about you none stop." She giggled.

"Really?"

"Yeah." She said with a big smile. We walked halfway up the stairs when we heard Harry yelling.

We both stopped and stared at each other. We slowly began walking up the stairs again. Once we reached the room, Harry was walking around the room, running his hands threw his hair. Louis signaled for Eleanor to come to him and she did with pout hesitation. I just stood in the doorway watching Harry. Liam and Zayn were in the corner talking to each other and Eleanor and Louis were talking so I was just standing there. Harry stopped walking when he saw me. He walked over to me and grabbed my hand.

"Let's go." He said and we walked out of the club. We drove home... wait. Did I just say home? His house is not my home, I don't even like him. Right?

I got out of the car and walked up the the house with Harry at my side. He pulled out his keys, unlocked the door, and we went inside.

Harry stormed into the living room. I walked followed him and saw him sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. I sat next to him and rubbed his back. He sighed and looked at me.

"What happened?" I asked. I don't know if it's smart to ask him about anything that involves Jordan, whoever that is but, I'm curious.

"Jordan's moving his gang closer to London, and on the way he's been killing innocent people."

"Don't you do that?" Shit! I shouldn't have asked that. I wasn't thinking, it just came out of my mouth.

"No well, I don't know. We kill people that don't do what they are supposed to do. Or if they betray us. You know that guy you saw get dragged into the alley before we took you." I nodded. "He was working for Jordan the whole time, feeding him information about our plans."

"Oh." I looked down then up at Harry. "What will happen if he gets here?"

"I really don't know. We'll probably have a gang or like the last time he came here." He spoke truthfully.

I nodded and asked, "What does he look like?"

Harry pulled out his phone and showed me a picture of the guy I saw before, the one with brown hair. I gasped and Harry had concern written all over his face.

"What is it love?"

"I-I, he was here." I stuttered.

"What do you mean he was here? You let someone in the house?" Harry said trying to stay calm, but I knew inside he just wanted to scream.

"No no, when you dropped me off the other day he was there, on the sidewalk watching me."