Caustic [Harry Styles au]

"What's a little rich girl doing out here all alone at night?" He asked in a British accent. "Didn't daddy ever tell you not to go out alone?" He teased.

I couldn't say anything, just look away and close my eyes, as a single tear rolled down my cheek. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before, and I was scared out of my mind.

"Aw baby, don't cry. Ill keep you safe," he said, laughing slightly at the irony.

I opened my eyes and saw him hovering over me, smirking down at me. He placed his hands on the wall behind me, leaning forward even more. His breath was on my face, smelling like smoke.

"Please don't kill me," I blurt out.

He begins laughing, an evil laugh.

"Why would I kill someone with such a pretty face? It can go to good use."