Authors note:

I apologise in advance. *hides in corner*

Trigger warning: Violence.

Songs to listen to while reading:

From Now On – The Features

Don't Forget About Me - CLOVES

I can't help the low moan that escapes from my mouth, the way Harry's mouth openly kisses the insides on my thighs is driving me crazy. He's soft yet rough at the same time, perfectly balanced.

My hands find my way into his hair as I pull the hair by his neck out of desperation for him to do more. I need more.

He kisses from one thigh to the other, slowly inching higher and higher at a torturous pace. His hands slide under my shirt, dragging towards my breasts.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.

Harry's hands are now cupped under my breasts as his mouth is now merely centimetres away from the place that is throbbing for him to kiss.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.

I gasp for air as I sit directly up in bed, it was only a dream.

Well, we did kiss last night, that wasn't a dream. I managed to break the kiss off before it got too heated and we did something that we would most likely regret. After, I went straight to bed but my dreams didn't need to tease me like that, very uncalled for.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.

A loud alarm from what sounds like is from the perimeter fence, blares through the entire estate. Harry's never told me about an alarm, must not be important. He left for work early this morning, not a single word has been spoken about last night and he hasn't gotten back yet, it must be late because it's dark outside.

I turn the lamp on that's on the table next to the bed and climb out of bed reluctantly, feeling annoyed at the way I woke up. The constant alarm sound from outside isn't helping my temper. I stroll into the bathroom and turn the shower on so the water can warm up.

It's been a little over a month since Harry drugged me that night in London, that's gone by really quickly. If you told me a month ago that I would have kissed the guy that kidnapped me last night, I would call you a big fat liar but here I am, having bloody sex dreams about the guy.

I feel like we've gotten into a routine now, everything feels normal. I know that I shouldn't feel that way, is it bad that I don't think about home anymore?

I don't miss my parents, I don't miss my apartment, I don't miss my job and I sure as hell don't miss that bitch Mary.

He's an interesting person for sure, I just can't seem to know enough about him. I can tell that he's been through a lot of pain in his past, something I would be interested to know so I could understand him more but I'm not willing to talk about my own past so why should he tell me? I still can't believe I almost slipped up that night in Vegas, I can be a dumb bitch sometimes.

Sure, things haven't been all good here. Bombs, Liam, drugs, gangs and a lot of arguments but on the other hand there's been comfort, slow dancing, soft touches, new friends and... and happiness.

I feel like someone else in my position would be freaking out still but I'm... not. I'm not freaking out and I'm not upset because... well because my life was filled with sadness and heartbreak before. The situation that I'm in isn't under good circumstances but can you blame me for not feeling like that when I feel happiness here?

The only thing from my old life that I miss is Caleb. God, I miss him so much. I miss his hugs and the way he would always make me laugh, that kind of laugh where no sound is coming out and your stomach hurts. I miss that a lot. Maybe I could ask Harry if I could send him a message to tell him that I'm okay and he doesn't need to worry.

The sound of a door creaking open downstairs tears me from my thoughts, turning my head to the bedroom door that is open. Harry must be home...

I start walking towards the door when I hear a hushed voice downstairs. Sounds like there's two people, who's with Harry?

I walk as quietly as I can and lean my head towards the corridor without leaving the threshold of the bedroom, trying to listen in to see who Harry is with.

"Are you sure this is Styles' house?"

"Yes, that's was Morgan said..."

It's not Harry.

Someone's broken in.

Harry isn't here.

What the fuck do I do?

My eyes widen as my heart starts to thrash in my chest at the realisation of the situation. I need to hide; I don't know why these men are here but it can't be good if they had to break in.

I tip toe towards the closet to hide in and realise that I've left the shower on. I hear the stairs creak; they are almost upstairs. In a split decision, I decide to leave the shower and climb into the closet, closing the door softly behind me, leaving a small crack for me to see out since it doesn't close properly.

As soon as I shut the door, I catch the sound of whispers between the two men. They are in the bedroom now. I hold my hands over my mouth to try and quieten the sound of my heavy breathing.

"The showers on, he must be in there." One of the voices whisper. They must think Harry is in there.

I see the figure of one of the men stalk towards the bathroom, rushing in and pointing his gun in the direction of the shower. He has a gun, this isn't good.

"He's not in here." The man in the bathroom says at a normal tone, dropping his gun to his side.

"Well why is the shower on then?" The man that isn't in my field of vision asks, sounding confused.

The man in the bathroom stares in the direction that I'm assuming is where the other man is standing, with a confused look. He nods his head after a few moments of silence, starting to walk out of the bathroom, why did he nod his head? They start talking in hushed tones for a few seconds until silence...

I listen closely for a couple of seconds, nothing. I think they've left.

I let out a sigh of relief.

The closet door gets ripped open, causing me to flinch away.

"And what have we got here, ay?"

"This must be that little bitch Alexis? Or was it Alexia?"

I just stare up at them in horror, I don't know what I'm supposed to do. The one man is bald, must be around six foot, muscles like a balloon animal. The other isn't much shorter than the other but a lot leaner, he has patchy facial hair and a mullet type of hair style. The look in their eyes paralysing me to the spot, the menacing aura holding me in a tightening grip.

One of the men stalks closer to the closet causing me to curl up further into the closet, he tilts his head and smirks, "Didn't think Styles was stupid enough to leave you home all alone like this... we were here for him but I think you're even better, aren't you darling?" He strokes my cheekbone with his finger causing my body to tremble in fear.

"She's not just for you to play with Max, Morgan won't be happy..." The taller man grunts, leaning forward to grab my arm. Dragging me out of the closet in one quick tug causing me to land on the floor with a thud.

"What do you want?" I blurt, trying to sound confident which is one of the last emotions that I'm feeling right now but I can't show them weakness.

"Well, we were here for Styles. He's been a bad boy, setting off bombs, killing our men...but we've been told he's a little protective over you, so it would only be fair if we got back at him. Wouldn't it, sweetheart?" I start dragging myself backwards to try and create distance between myself and them.

"Please don't." Is the only thing I can manage to say, shaking my head as tears well up in my eyes, blurring my vision.

The one named Max, strides towards me casually with a calm look on his face which scares me even more. I'm leaning on my elbows, still on the floor. He kneels down in front of me, his knees cracking as he does. "It's only fair, sorry."

Before I can say anything, he grabs my ankles and starts dragging me towards the middle of the bedroom. "Stop! Please!" I scream, flailing my legs to try and falter his grip.

"Levi, help me out here. Pass me your knife?" I think my heart stops.

Merely twelve hours ago my heart was stopping because Harry kissed me but now it's because I'm about to be murdered. How ironic.

I sit up and attempt to push Max away from me but my pushing doesn't even phase him. The tears race down my cheeks, "Don't do this..." I scream, my voice cracking.

I only get a punch across my cheek in response, "Shut up!" He screams at me. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand at the feeling of liquid, only to see blood smeared on my hand.

"That wasn't even hard you pussy, let me have a go." The other man growls, walking up to me. Grabbing my shoulders and forcing me to now stand on my feet.

A sob tears through my chest, I'm so weak.

He swings his fist, colliding with the other side of my face. I stumble at the impact; yellow spots appear in my vision. All I can taste is blood, I feel light headed. I fall to my knees, not having the strength to stand anymore.

The next hit is to my stomach, winding me instantly causing me to cough for air. Max has the gun pointed at my head as I fall sideways, closing my eyes. I accept the fact that this is how I'm going to die. It hurts to think that Harry will find my body, he deserves more than that.

I wish I could have told him.

I smile and think about the night at the ball. When we were dancing, holding each other like the other was about to fall apart, Harry singing in my ear, kissing my neck. That was the night I knew. We've had a lot of moments but that was... the one.

I hope he finds peace within himself.

The deafening sound of a single gunshot thunders through the room.

Authors note:
All of you to me right now:

Still haven't decided when to post the next chapter. I could post it later today or on Wednesday, let me know what you guys want.

Thank you again for 4K, i'm still in shock. I love you all so freaking much.

See you in the next one!

~Jess💜