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From where you were standing, you could somewhat see the relation in Harry's face. This must have been the guy Luis was talking about.

"What do you want from me?" you questioned harshly, gritting your teeth in every attempt to make yourself look less afraid and more careless. Harry didn't speak for a moment and continued to stand and observe you. He moved from the wall he was leaning against and forward to the window, enabling a closer look at you.

"I must say, Y/N, I can see why Tom picked you" he smirked, tucking his hands into the pockets of his dress pants. To say you were practically in an industrial building, he was well dressed. "Such a shame, really"

"What are you talking about?" you were getting anxious. You wanted to get out of here as fast as possible, but Harry was moving too slow for you to worm anything out of him. You wanted to know where Tom was and go home, back to sitting on the couch in his arms surrounded by his scent.

"Tom's got a job to do and unfortunately for him, his neglection to the work has cost him,"

"So why am I here? I don't mean anything to Tom"

"Oh, we both know that's not true" Harry cocked his brow upwards. You knew you meant something, but nothing more than just an acquaintance. Maybe even a friend, but nothing more and certainly, hopefully, nothing less. "Tom has to be punished for his actions, and that's where you come in"

"So, what? You gonna put a bullet in my head just to get back at your brother?" Harry's eyes widened slightly. "I'm not stupid"

"Yeah, you don't look it" He spat, leaning against the glass on one arm, "Now I suggest you keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut"

"Or what?"

Harry pulled a small remote from his pocket, holding it to the glass. You looked behind you to where a small screen began to start up. What looked like a live recording was displayed, and as you narrowed your eyes you could make out it was Tom. "Or else he gets it" Harry's words timed perfectly as a figure walked across the screen. Tom was lying limp, tied to a chair in the middle of an empty room.

"What's it gonna take to get him out of here?" You spun around, voice sounding desperate. "Whats this sick game your playing?" you thrust your fist against the glass, the panel shaking from the altitude. Harry chose to remain quiet, sending you a signature smile before leaving and walking back the hallway, your eyes glued to his back. Left alone again, you turned yourself around and focused your eyes on the screen where Tom was sat. You felt your heart sink a little as your body began to crave what it was missing: his touch, his scent, his lips against yours. But then the sour taste on your tongue as your mind craved the taste of a cigarette, tucked between your teeth. You'd been using Tom as a distraction over the past couple of days, and now you didn't have your excuses everything was coming back.

Your shirt rilled upwards as you slid down the wall at the back of the room, your feet pushing out in front of you. There is where you sat until your ass turned cold and your hands tied together, having nothing better to do. Every now and again your eyes would focus on the screen, Tom not having moved from his position. If it wasn't for the hope that you had in him, you would have come to the conclusion that he was already dead. It pulled on your heart strings every time you thought what could happen if this wasn't resolved.

Hour after hour passed by without notice as there was no way of keeping track of time. You'd remained awake throughout, not daring to close your eyes in case what might happen in the darkness. Yet, nothing had changed so far.

A loud alarm brought your head from your knees, looking forward to seeing the door to your room opening. A man entered, carrying what you presumed was a change of clothes and something to eat.

"Here," he tossed the clothes towards you, sending you to your feet and placing the food down on the floor. "Eat up"

"Oh fuck you" you groaned under your breath, flicking through the items of fresh clothing that had been picked out for you. Nothing of your style, but it would do for now. "Get changed, Boss wants to see you" the man ordered, keeping his hands coiled together as he stared at you.

"Well turn the fuck around then" you gestured, gripping the bottom of your shirt. He followed as you had asked which in honesty, was shocking. You quickly changed, fearing he might change his mind at the moment and threw your clothes down in the corner. You dusted yourself down, slipping your shoes back on and walking over to the door.

"Let's go-"

"Hold on" he gripped you back, locking your hands together and placing a pair of handcuffs tightly around your wrists. "In case."

"Your three feet taller than me, what do you think I'm gonna do?" you rolled your eyes, walking through the door as he pushed you harshly, sending you onwards. You were guided by his hands down the hallway, passing numerous cells the same as yours. There were some doubled, some crowded and others empty. All filled with people who looked innocent, and others not so much. You walked for what felt like a good ten minutes until finally passing a cell with a person you recognised.

"Tom!" You yelled, running to the window of the cell with raised hands, thrashing them forward to try and gain his attention. There was no movement in the room, making your heart race as he failed to answer. A strong hand gripped your shoulder, your leg kicking backwards and hitting the guard in the stomach, hopefully keeping him occupied for a few moments. "Tom! Tom can you hear me!?"

Your voice was nothing but a quiet mumble on the other side of the glass screen, keeping Toms mind at bay. He was fully awake, but recuperating from the hit he had taken before he was brought here. You'd crossed his mind once or twice, but he was yet to evaluate the danger you were in before taking action.

"Your gonna pay for that, lady" your body was pulled forward, your hands doing no good being clasped together to save your body from hitting the ground. You groaned, lifting your head lightly before buying hoist back to your feet. "Move!"

You continued your walk down the hallway, all the while loosing small amounts of hope for Tom. Surely he would have at least looked at you if he was awake? Right? Your mind couldn't focus, eyes watering before you could console yourself. You were crying over him? A man you had known for minimal time was already pulling this hard on your heart strings?

Upon reaching what you presumed was Harry's room, you wiped your cheeks down with your dry hands before being hustled into a seat in front of a desk. You were left alone for a moment before Harry came to join you, sitting opposite your frame with a smug grin plastered across his cheeks.

"How are you enjoying your stay?"

"Go fuck yourself," you spat, knowing all too well it could get you into trouble, but from what you had seen you didn't care. Maybe it would take his mind off Tom for a while. "What the fuck do you even want from me?"

"There are many things I want, but there is something I have needed more or less, for the past couple years now" Harry raised his voice, curls falling loosely over his forehead. You sat quietly, swallowing as he began to continue, "Ever since me and Tom were little, he has always been the leader of our group, being the oldest as you can imagine. He's gotten everything he has wanted since day one and where did I come in? I was just made to follow in his footsteps. That no good piece of shit has treated me like an outsider ever since he took over the family business and now... I want to show him what it feels like to have everything taken away quicker than you can pull a trigger" his jaw clenched, eyeing you up and down closely.

"So, what? You and Tom got off on the wrong foot, that doesn't give you the right to hurt him-"

"No, no you see! That's what everyone has said to me but have you seen my side of the story? No!" he stood from his seat, the legs of the chair screeching across the solid floorboards. His hands slammed down against the wooden desk, making some of the ornaments shake lightly, "You might not think so, but your going to be a great help to me. Your going to be the one to break him in two and watch him bleed in a puddle of his own mistakes. You'll be the one to shatter him to pieces so harshly he'll never reach his feet in time to see the light fading out before his eyes. You'll be the death of him, love"

"Your sick!"

"Why thank you" he sent a devilish wink your way, your skin shuddering. Your hands pushed harshly on the metal restraints, your wrists beginning to bleed from pushing to hard, hoping and praying that eventually the chain would snap.

"Oh, and fair warning. Don't follow my orders, and you'll face some... Harsh consequences to say the least" he moved away from the desk, walking around to the side of you, crouching down to admire your face. You wanted to slap that smirk off of his face, take Tom home and never leave those four walls again.

How could everything have gone wrong so fast? One minute you were at home with someone who you had to admit you cared for, tied in an endless knot which you failed to realise could be easily broken. Knowing Tom had fooled around with girls before made you feel some what special to know you were a something to him.

Not every guy comes with a guide book or manual... But now you were kinda wishing Tom had.

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Sorry about the short chapter I've been so busy lately! I mean that's always my excuse but it's true!! 😂👐🏻 Please keep letting me know what you think about the story so far! Love ya 💞💍