12.

~ A m e l i a ~

I was sitting on the sofa watching TV while Harry was inside his bedroom talking to someone on the phone. I didn't talk to him about the day before and he didn't talk to me either. From the time I woke up until now, there was an awkward silence between us. No teasing, no stupid smirks... nothing. To me, he looked deep in thoughts. All morning, he had such a serious expression on his face that for one second I couldn't hold it anymore and laughed. But he didn't say anything. Things looked really bad to me. Is he still mad about yesterday? Why?

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't pay attention to the TV until I heard my name being mentioned by the lady on the news channel. I turned my head, and my eyes widened when I saw my picture on the screen. They were talking about me. I quickly stood up and turned up the volume to listen better to what they were saying.

"There is still no information about the young girl who got kidnapped two weeks ago. The police are still searching for her, but it looks like they have to deal with a professional criminal since the person made sure not to leave any signs behind. Amelia's family is very worried about her health and many believe that she may even be dead. Some people from near the neighbourhood where the girl got kidnapped say that that night they heard screaming and saw a tall dark figure holding the unconscious girl. Some of the most known dangerous criminals that the police think may be responsible for this are the following..." 

I was standing there, looking carefully at what the lady was saying and then pictures of many criminals were shown. The last one was Harry's picture.

When the lady was about to talk again, the TV turned off.

"Hey!" I protested and turned around to see Harry with the remote in his hand.

"No more television for you. Get back to your room." he said with a stern face and I stood up, feeling really angry. I approached him and stood right in front of him.

"They are coming for me and they know about you." I said with a smirk.

"They know nothing!" Harry said.

"They showed a picture of you and they are looking for me. Soon enough, they will find me and you will go where you belong. In jail." I yelled.

"Shut up! They will never find you, not until I want them to. So shut that pretty mouth of yours and go to your bedroom." he yelled too and pointed at the door. I gave him a death glare and he smirked.

"You're a dick" I whispered and turn around to leave, thinking that he didn't listen to me.

"Language, love." he said and I shook my head, feeling frustrated. 

They would find me. I knew it. Then I would really like to see his stupid smirk fading away as the police would take him with them.

He locked the door when I got inside. Then, I heard the front door opening and closing again, which meant that he had left. So I was here alone with nothing to do. 

Without wanting to, I thought about Louis. He looked nothing like Harry, to me at least. When he was about to kiss me...Harry was jealous. Oh, I just wished he had kissed me. I let out a frustrated groan and placed the pillow on my face, jumping on the bed.

~ H a r r y ~

I parked the car outside the old warehouse where the others were and put my gun in my pocket. I got out of the car, taking Leonard's bag with me and knocked on the door.

"Harry Styles." I said and they opened the door, letting me to get inside.

"Hey mate." I greeted Michael, the one who opened the door.

"Hey. He's waiting for you. Go inside and don't make him angry again." he said and I nodded my head. I walked in the room where everyone was and found Leonard sitting near the bar with a cigarette in his hand. When he saw me, a grin appeared on his face and he motioned for me to approach him. I went near him and sat on the empty chair, letting out a deep breath.

"I see you kept your promise." he said .

"Here is your bag. Take it." I simply said and handed it to him. He looked at me and then opened the bag, looking at what was inside.

"Perfect." he said with a smirk on his face. "You're free to go then." He took a sip from his drink. I stood up without saying anything else and was about to leave when Louis appeared, making me stop.

"Hey, Harry. Wait." he said, grabbing my shoulder. I turned around and faced him.

"What do you want, Louis?" I asked him.

"How is Amelia?" he asked and I tensed up at the mention of the name. He noticed it and a smirk made its way to his face.

"None of your business." I said angrily.

"Oh, come on Harry. Don't take it so bad that she didn't choose you. Stuff like this happened before, just like with Isabel. She chose you and now Amelia is choosing me." he said coolly.

"You don't know what you're saying. She didn't choose you. She chose no one. Leave her alone." I said, pressing my pointer finger into his chest.

"But she did. Yesterday, when we were alone, she said that she liked me and she also called you a... Wait a minute... What did she say?... Oh yeah. An asshole and a monster." Louis said, nodding his head and patting me on the shoulder.

"Don't touch me!" I said, pushing his hand away. I was beyond angry and wanted to ruin that face of his.

"Oh, come on, mate don't be like that Isabel-" 

I stopped him.

"Stop talking about Isabel all the time. Amelia has nothing to do with Isabel. That's why you are doing this. You want revenge, don't it? But don't bring Amelia in this." I said, raising my voice and turned to leave, but he stopped me once again.

"Tell Amelia that she is an amazing kisser. I still can't forget the taste of her lips. So magical." he said and that was enough to push my buttons. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pressed him against the wall.

"What did you say?" I asked him even though I heard clearly every word he said. He started laughing.

"I said, she's a good kisser." he said and I was about to punch him until Zayn stepped in and stopped me.

"Stop it you two." he said, pulling me away from Louis, who had a grin on his face.

"I'm leaving." I informed him and walked away from there.

I got in the car and started driving without knowing where I was going. One thing was for sure, I needed a drink immediately. Louis really pissed me off and I needed something to relax. So, I stopped in the first club I saw, which happened to be the one I was at yesterday. I got inside, made my way through the sweaty bodies and went to the bar. I ordered a drink and sat there, waiting.

"Here you go, handsome." said the bar-woman who winked at me handing me my drink. Taking it, I finished it immediately and asked for another. As I was sitting there, Jack, the owner of the club came and sat next to me.

"I see you came faster than I was expecting you to." he said, laughing slightly.

"Yeah, I really needed a drink." I said and he nodded his head, looking around us.

"You know, if you want, my offer is still valid. " he said, raising his eyebrow. I looked at him, actually thinking about it. I needed to relax and get Amelia out of my mind.

"Alright." I said, finishing my drink. 

He stood up and I followed him. He walked down a long corridor and stopped in front of a brown wooden door.

"Here you go. She's waiting inside for you." Jack said with a wink and left. 

I took a deep breath and opened the door, walking inside the room. It was dark and it only had four candles to lighten up the place. I walked further inside and stood in front of the bed, which was empty. Then, a pair of arms were wrapped around my waist and another body was pressed against my back. The girl slowly walked and stood in front of me so I could see her better. She had a mask on her face, which prevented me from seeing her face, but she had dark green eyes and plump red lips. She was quite tall, she had long blonde hair and she was wearing a really sexy pair of lingerie. She smiled playfully, then grabbed me by my t-shirt, pulling me towards the bed. She threw me onto it and started dancing to the song that was playing in the background. I bit my bottom lip and looked at her as she sat on the bed, positioning herself on top of me. She placed a kiss on the corner of my lips and then took off my black t-shirt, throwing it onto the floor near the bed. She brought her face closer to mine.

"You'll never forget me." she whispered and bit my earlobe. Then she started trailing kisses down on my neck and chest, drawing patterns with her red nails on my skin. I closed my eyes as a moan escaped from my lips and grabbed her by her hips, pressing her body on mine. Her hands slipped lower and she pumped my member slowly through my jeans, making me through my head back.

"Amelia, I want you." I moaned.

"I'm not Amelia." the girl on top of me said and I opened my eyes immediately when I realised what I just said. Damn it. I pushed her away from me and stood up, taking my t-shirt from the floor and putting it on. "It's alright, come here." She smiled cheekily.

But I couldn't.

"I better leave." I said and opened the door, storming out of the room back to the bar. 

Stop thinking about her, Harry. 

I sat there and ordered another drink, trying to forget and relax, but nothing helped. The image of Louis and Amelia kissing was never leaving my mind and Louis' words played in my head like a broken record over and over again. I let a groan and hit my hand with force on the bar.

   ~ A m e l i a ~

I was sitting on the bed, covered with the blankets, looking at the door in front of me. It was really late, but I just couldn't sleep and Harry hadn't returned yet. Not that I cared. Suddenly, a noise was heard coming from the front door, which meant that Harry was back.

"Fucking chair, get out of the way." he shouted. What happened? 

I slowly stood up and approached the door. I wanted to listen to what was happening. Then, the door opened and Harry came inside with a grin on his face. He put his hand on the door to balance himself and walked towards me. Was he drunk? 

He grabbed me by my arm with force and pushed me onto the wall, placing his hands above my head. He smelled like alcohol, smoke and... and women's perfume?

"Harry, what are you doing?" I asked him, trying to push him away.

"Louis said you are a great kisser." he said and my eyes widened. What the hell was he saying?

"What are y-" 

He didn't let me finish.

"Shut the fuck up and listen to me carefully." he said, getting angry by each second that passed. "You are not Louis'. You aren't anyone's. You are my captive. You're mine!" he yelled and looked at me up and down, wetting his lips.

"Harry." I whispered.

"So, tell Louis not to touch you again because you are mine." he said again. He was really scaring me now. "I don't even know what you like about him. I'm way better and I can fuck you way better than he ever will." 

A gasp left my mouth from his choice of words. He brought his face close to my ear and whispered, "And I'm going to prove it now."

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