Who's ready for some DMCing?

Songs to listen to while reading:

Liability – Lorde

The broken hearts club – gnash

Bad Things – Machine Gun Kelly (this song is quiet important so please listen to it, I'll tell you when ;) )

I've been tossing and turning all night. I feel like I've been in that stage where you're just about to fall asleep but don't, all night. It's just been one of those nights where I can't switch my brain off and it's annoying me now. And when I can't sleep, then I start thinking about my past. I throw the quilt off of my body in anger when his face flashes into my mind. I won't let myself think about that. Maybe I'll just go downstairs and make myself a green tea. That might help me sleep and get my mind off of everything, hopefully. I love my sleep but my anxious brain takes over my body sometimes.

I climb out of bed and walk as quietly as possible down the corridor, I don't want to wake Harry up. His bedroom door is closed, he must be asleep. I've never been into Harry's bedroom; I've never needed to go in there so I just haven't. I'm not much of a snooper, or else maybe I would have snuck in there by now but I value my own privacy dearly so I would never invade someone else's. Although he did sort of invade my privacy when he kidnapped me... just a little bit.

I reach the bottom of the stairs and begin walking through the lounge area, rubbing one of my eyes with my fist out of tiredness.

"Hey." A voice sounds through the darkness, near the seating area. I jump and stumble backwards out of fright. I can't see who it is but the cackle that follows tells me exactly who is the culprit.

"You seriously need to stop scaring me Harry!" I whisper yell, walking towards the wall that has the light switch on. I flick the switch and the lounge area lights up. My eyes fall on Harry who is sat in the seating area with his legs resting one over the other, straight in front of him and his arms stretched along the back of the couch. He cringes from the invasion of the lights.

"I promise I didn't mean to this time, you don't have to whisper, there's no one else in the house... that I know of." Harry replies, with a cocky smirk on his face.

I take a seat across from him in the seating area. "What are you doing up?" I ask him, lifting my knees up to my chest to a hugging position.

"Can't sleep sometimes, I think too much." He replies. "And you?"

"I'm the same actually..." I trail off, picking at a string on my leggings to avoid eye contact.

"What do you think about?" He asks. It's not something I could ever talk to him about, it's too personal.

"Just some stuff that happened in my past most of the time, other times I just overthink stuff." I reveal. I can't tell Harry about the incident, I've never even spoken about it since I left San Francisco. "You?"

"Think about my past a lot too, a lot of shit happened." He explains, sparking my interest.

"Like what?" I ask.

"Well I had a fucked up childhood but I'll save you the details..." He mutters.

I decide to take the opportunity to see if Harry will answer some of the questions that I've thought a lot about. "Why did you join this gang? I just mean like... what made you want to do it?"

Harry takes a deep breathe, as if preparing to explain. "My childhood, like I said, was fucked up. A lot of shit happened to me and I did a lot of shit too. Made a lot of mistakes that I pay for every day. I guess I just decided that I would never be able to do anything else so why not? It was my last option Lexi." He shrugs his shoulders. I wonder what he went through when he was a child that made him decide that joining a gang was his last option.

"Is that how you met Niall and all the others?" I ask him, interested in how he knows them.

"You could say that, I guess. I met Niall and Louis first, then Zayn and Liam. Been close with Niall and Louis ever since I met them, Zayn and Liam... Not so much. We all work together in a group so Louis says that we have to get along with Zayn and Liam no matter how big of assholes they are. Niall I'm the closest with though. He's been there for me when I had no one else and helped me get through some of my darkest times." Harry tells me. I wonder what he means by his darkest times but I don't question it, that seems a bit too personal for him to tell me.

I decide to open up a bit since he just opened himself up to me. "I think a lot about how I miss being a child. I miss not caring about stuff... I miss my parents, even though they're still alive but I miss being happy the most." I whisper the last sentence to myself, hopefully he didn't hear me. I didn't mean to say it out loud.

I look up at Harry to see that he is already looking at me. His head is tilted slightly and his eyebrows are furrowed slightly, he looks as if he is trying to read me. "You haven't felt happy since you were a child?" He asks me.

Now to tell the truth or to lie is the question, I decide to go with the contrary. "Yeah." I reply in just above a whisper.

"I'm sorry. Well if it makes you feel any better, I haven't felt happy... ever." Harry admits, playing with his rings. He gives a hollow laugh, as if he is trying to hide his pain.

"Ever? You must have been happy at some stage in your life..." I reply. Everyone deserves happiness at some point in their life, I just can't accept that Harry has never felt happy in his entire life.

"I mean I've felt a bit happy here and there but I've never felt that I was truly happy for longer than a moment." He murmurs. I never would have thought that Harry and I would have something so deep, in common with each other. It's nice to know that you aren't the only one that gets these feelings, you know?

"How old are you?" He asks, changing the subject.

"I'm 20, how old are you?" I ask.

"I'm 22." Another one of my questions have been answered. I guessed he was in his early twenties but I didn't know for sure. "Can I take you somewhere?" He asks, standing up suddenly from where he was seated.

I can't think of many places that we could go at five in the morning. "Where?"

"You'll see." He grabs my hand and starts pulling me along behind him. I walk awkwardly, trying not to step on the backs of his feet. We enter the garage and start walking to the opposite side to where his car and golf cart is parked. He stops and let's go of my hand when we reach a rather large object covered in a plastic cover.

"What's that?" I ask him, feeling a bit anxious as to what is under the cover.

*play Bad Things now*

He answers my question by ripping the cover and throwing it onto the side, out of the way. It's a motorbike, of course he has a motorbike. It looks like the vintage kind. Why is he showing me? Oh wait, he's climbing onto the bike... and now he is patting the seat behind him.

My eyes widen and I take a step back when I realise what he is suggesting. "I can't... I can't Harry, I've never been on one before. What if I fly off? What if we get in an accident? Where are we even going to go?" I fire questions at him.

He rolls his eyes, "Just get on. I promise I won't drive fast."

"Harry, I don't know..." I trail off. I don't like rollercoasters or shit like that so I know I won't like riding on a stupid motorbike.

"Just live a little Lexi, come on. Please?" He pleads, putting his hands together in a prayer position.

"Pinkie promise you won't go too fast?" I ask whilst holding out my pinkie in front of him, giving him a death stare to know that I'm being serious.

He smiles and nods at my gesture before wrapping his own pinkie around mine, keeping it there, "I promise." He states. I take a deep breathe, then breaking the link that our pinkies were in by pulling mine away first.

I guess I could just give it a go and if I don't like it then I never have to do it again... Making a dramatic sigh, I then swing my leg onto the other side of the motorbike when I climb on. I'm not even wearing shoes but neither is Harry, oh well.

Harry hands me a helmet to put on which I shove over my head; I must look like a right idiot with this massive helmet on. Well it's not like I'm going to see someone I know out on our travels so why am I worrying?

"Uh, you're going to have to hold on..." Harry explains, I can hear the smirk in his voice. I don't think I'll ever get used to hearing his accent. That's when I realise that I'm leaning back onto my palms, sitting as far away from Harry as possible on the small seat. I scoot myself forward and lean the insides of my knees on the tops of the outsides of his thighs. I then wrap my arms around his waist, trying to ignore the way I can feel his abs. God, of course he has abs. I think I would die if I ever saw him shirtless, not like I ever will but if I ever did.

Harry starts the bike and once we are safely outside of the garage, he stops the bike and tilts his head to the side. "You ready?" He asks. I nod in reply, trying not to act scared shitless.

I close my eyes and all I can feel is the bike jerk as it begins to move. I'm fine, I'm completely safe, everything is perfectly fine. Once I finish my affirmations, I slowly open my eyes. All I can see are houses passing, just like if we were in a car. I guess it's not that bad. I realise that my arms are probably squeezing all of the air out of Harry from holding him so tightly, I slacken my arms to stop suffocating him. His stomach relaxing and contracting reveal his laughing since the sound of the motor bike is the only thing I can hear.

Harry starts driving along the road that seems to run next to the perimeter fence. We drive for what must be around ten minutes before I fully start to relax. It's not as bad as I thought it was going to be. I understand what Harry was talking about now, I can see the security guards patrolling on the outside of the fence. The fence seems to never end.

My head is turned to the side to watch the view of the sun that has just started to make its experience in a beautiful yellow and purple colour. Harry rides over a bump that causes the bike to jump a bit, my head naturally rests on Harry's back. It feels like he is radiating heat through his blouse. I close my eyes and savour the feeling.

If you told me a month ago that I would be on the back of a motorcycle with the guy that drugged and kidnapped me, I probably would have headbutted you. Why? Because that is an appropriate reaction to such a crazy statement but here I am, doing exactly that.

I gently raise my head from Harry's back before deciding to be brave for once and lift my arms in the air above me.

Harry turns his head and glances to the side to look at me, I can see that he's smiling from the wrinkles next to his eye. I smile back at him uncontrollably; he only looks at me for a second longer before his attention is back to the road in front of him.

This is that happy feeling that Harry and I were talking about back at the house. In this exact moment, I feel happy. I don't feel stressed or anxious or sad. I feel happy, and when I have these moments, I have to hold onto them because they never last.

I've never felt more trapped with Harry yet I've never felt this free in my entire life at the same time.

Authors note:

Okay i'm kind of in love with this chapter.

Next chapter is a flashback to Harry's past so you can get to know him a bit better, so get ready for that!!!

I love all of you chicken nuggets with all my heart.