AN:
I am really saddened and devastated about Louis Tomlinson losing his mom :( It must be so hard for him and I can't even imagine how he's feeling :'( All I can do is give all my love as I write this book. And dedicate every single word to him. I will take my time to make it the best. Please pray for him and his family. #RIPJohannah.

What seemed like a pitch black vacuum starts to disappear as I hear distant voices. I try to open my eyes to no avail. The voices are getting louder but my senses are failing me. I can barely move my body.

"We have her, boss-" the voice trails again to a distance as I fight to open my eyes.

I drift off to my heavy slumber. Minutes later I feel the car stopping. I hear a familiar voice chatting but I just can't wrap my finger around who it is.

"Wake up... Wake up, " I hear the voice getting louder holding my chin up. My heavy eyelids open slightly and I see him?

"Hello, Blondie?" my face pales while I hear my heart hammering inside my chest ready to tear it's way through. Why the hell am I seeing Nate?

This can't possibly be true because there is no logical explanation to why he had someone grab me from the sidewalk. I want to speak but I just can't find the right sequence of my words.

"Why.. No.. Nate.. " that's all I manage to say weakly.

"You'll do exactly as I say. Because then if you don't Hannah dies," Nate smirks feeling rather proud after his threat.

I whimper and try to scream but a low scream is all I can come up with. Just perfect! Drowsiness catches up with me, hot tears making their way out of my eyes as I close them. I feel really helpless and confused. All I pray is that he doesn't hurt me or Hannah. Especially her even when she'd been a total asshat.

My body shivers to my awakening point. Opening my eyes I am at an alley that's really dark and the pouring rain makes my skin chill. I sit up wrapping my arms around myself while my teeth just can't stop chattering together relentlessly and uncontrollably. Turning around I see a man in a black hoodie that is probably the one who grabbed me. I start to walk backwards and he grabs me by my arms. I can't let him hurt me. I knee him in his manhood, putting him to his knees and run as fast as my weak body could carry me. He's probably behind me so I don't want to look back, only focusing on the little door I see leading inside a building. With frantic pulls it finally opens and I'm in, completely out of breath and still feeling dizzy.

Taking deep breaths I try to calm down as I look around what seems like a warehouse. What is this place?
Before I could take everything in someone yanks my hair and drags me while I throw kicks in the air and scream. I'm thrown to the ground leaving me groaning in pain and sobbing quietly. I put my arms around my legs peering at the three men who are all looking at me.

"Look what I found. This little Bitch was lurking around looking for something!" he spits with anger evident in his features.

He then takes me by my neck and lifts me off the ground leaving the tip of my toes touching the ground. I try to pull his arm away but he only tightens his grip around my neck. I whimper and wheeze frantically while gasping for air.

"Let her go!" a deep voice laced with an accent booms the room and seconds later I'm on the cold hard floor again.

A neatly dressed man who's been quiet the whole time inches me. His sharp-looking and well-fitted tux catches my eye.

"How would you prefer to die?" he asks sarcastically while taking a fist of my hair.

He gets uncomfortably close like he's taking in my scent and every muscle in my body flinches.

"Let her go Julian. I'll do it! " the person who was defending me now wants to kill me. Great.

"Make no mistake Styles. If you don't kill her-" Julian gets interrupted.

"I don't make mistakes," that Styles guy counters while approaching me.

He takes out a gun from his back and locks his arm around my neck with my back to him. Pointing the gun at me, I scream and try to release myself.

"I didn't mean to come here!" my sentence mixes with sobs. "I was running away from these men who were after me-" I get interrupted.

"Yeah right Kitten! " he says while tightening his arm around my neck and pushing me forward.

"I can't kill her here, " he says dragging me with him. I struggle but he's too strong for me.
A sharp pain pierces through my head from the back of my neck and my whole body gives in to the pain as I wait for the supposed white light.

***
I wake up on an unfamiliar bed with a really bad headache and stinging eyes. I take my face in my hands as I welcome the hammering pain in my head. Turning around my eyes lock with intense emerald eyes which instill fear back in me. That does it for me.

I start moving away from him as I let a throat-cracking scream fall from my lips accompanied by a hysterical cry. I fall off the bed noticing that I am only in my panties and bra. What the..?

He quickly rushes to my side cursing under his breath as he steadies me to look at him.

"Look at me. "

"I said look at me! " he commands and I flinch from his raised voice.
I peer at him from under my lashes with glossy eyes.

"Did you..?" my eyes trail off to my thighs.

"Did I what? "he questions me sternly.

"Touch me...?" I lower my head afraid of what his answer might be.

He tilts my chin up and scoffs while staring into my eyes. His right hand moves to touch my thigh lightly.

"You means like this?" my chest heaves up while my lip starts to quiver.

"Fuck!" he curses while looking away from me. "I didn't fucking touch you. I just got you out of your wet dress."

I stay quiet for a while then ask,
"why? "

"Why? If you want your filthy wet dress back on I'll gladly-" he retorts but I cut him half way through.

"No.. I mean.. Why haven't you killed me? " I stutter through my question.

"You didn't seem this enthusiastic about dying a few hours ago, " he mocks me while helping me back on the bed.

"Get some sleep. You don't deserve to die tired," I can't be sure if that's a joke or not but I am glad I am not dead. He chuckles lightly then gets up.

He takes off his hoodie revealing so many tattoos. I shamelessly gawk at him taking in the beautiful site trying to look at each tattoo one by one.
When he pulls down his black pants, I gasp and look away. I can feel his eyes on me though. I see him from the corner of my eye walking towards the bed and getting in.

"What are you doing? " I cock my eyebrow.

"Trying to sleep," he states carelessly.

"Can't you sleep elsewhere?" my high pitched voice can't hide my discomfort.

"Technically this is my hotel room, so no, I can't sleep elsewhere!" with that he turns his back on me.

I feel a sense of relief clouding the fear inside. My head feels like it will kill me if I don't rest. So I just turn my back on him too.

"Good night Kitten,"

"Good night St..." I stop realizing that I don't quite know what to call him.

"Styles. Harry Styles," he mumbles in a deep sleepy voice.

"Harry Styles," I whisper letting sleep take over.

I picture Julian as Daniel Gillies.

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Dear Tommo,
Stay strong. I love you.

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