Caitlyn Winter she was never a party animal, but she went anyway, everything to just get out. Eventually she bumped into someone, someone that was nothing but arrogant and a complete asshole. But his green eyes and beauty, it made her drown into him. She never wanted to rely on him, but she didn't have any choice while she was freezing on her walk home. But the jerk, offered again to take her home. She never understood by that time, how stupid she could be. How his beauty, could make her believe such a lie. When Caitlyn Winter find herself in his car, she never saw it coming that her home would only be a couple of steps away. But Harmon Avalon is closer, so she find herself hours from home in the backseat of his car, having a bad headache and is far, far away from home, and trapped with him. Will she be able to get home?

"I just want you to know how terrifying it is to have no control. Like, physically, no control over what happens to you. Nothing. Being at the mercy of someone else's hand." The look he gave me was glazed over with pain. "The thing is, you aren't the only one in my life who's put me in that situation. And I'm tired of being used to people doing that to me. I was finally beginning to think that, after my mother, there was someone else who could actually, truly, unconditionally, care about me." ​​"But don't you understand? I would've let you stay with your dad if I didn't." ​"If you did, you would've told me the truth." ​​"How can I convince you that there's no way I couldn't care about you?" ​"You'll have to work for that." I grumbled, slipping the gag into his mouth.

The anger turning into bitter sadness. Words turning into tears. Strong turning into weak. Good turning into bad. Harry turning into Daddy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Starts off pretty bad but gets better the more you get into the story, I think. I will rewrite some chapters, especially the first ones, after this story is finished. Thanks to everyone reading it. Have an amazing day. All the love, -hazey x

I didn't want to. I wouldn't. I won't. But suddenly I was doing it. I didn't even register my feet hitting the fourteen steps it took to get up the stairs. My brain ignored the ninth step and how creaky and loud it was. And then I was there. Finding a towel and a change of clothes. All because he had told me to.

Captor. Killer. Lover. [Harry Styles] {Desiree Green} {under construction}