His eyebrows were pulled together and I felt him look at me, his breathing picking up and I could tell he was getting angry. “What do you mean, Annie?” “Well, they want the information. They’re never going to stop chasing us. My dad will never be let go. But this would all go away if you give them what they want-“ I tried to keep my voice steady. “Let them have me.”

all he had was a pen and his heart - even that was broken in two. (harry styles fanfiction)