"You...."

She said breathlessly as he looked down at her, his piercing emerald eyes staring right through her body, right at her soul.

Her heart beats fastening viciously as she stared at him for hard and long, her mind totally blank, her body frozen at it's place; as he returned the favour.

"How is he here? Where did he come from?"

A sudden outburst of loud cheers and roars snapped both of them out of their trance as they hastily separated from each other and gazed at the cheering crowd; Cynthia with reddened cheeks and Harry with an alarming expression on his usually stoic face.

He wasn't supposed to be here.

Though, to their relief, the group of men were yet to spare them a glance as they were too busy among themselves.

"Are you okay?" He asked out of the blue in a very low voice, only for her ears to listen.

Snapping her head at the speed of light, Cynthia stared at the face of the man that stood beside her while gazing down at her with furrowed eyebrows.

"Yes, yes. I am-I am fine. Thank you for asking." She softly replied back. He simply nodded in approval and turned his head towards the crowd. Taking it as her cue to leave, she turned around, desperately wanting to leave the place as soon as possible.

Walking away, she increased her pace, not wanting him to catch her, if he was thinking of doing so, and was thankful that he made no effort in stopping her. Just out of curiosity, she looked back, only to find him nowhere in sight. Quickly brushing it off, she started walking faster on her way to home.

She was too quick to judge, however.

She heard heavy footsteps behind her, making her stiff and walk faster.

"Hey! Stop!" He drawled as he caught up to her.

Cynthia, however, didn't listen, instead she started running, turning around a corner, getting away from the eyes of the men who still hollered and cheered in happiness.

"Have they gone bonkers? Being so noisy at this hour of the night?"

"Woah, woman. Wait!" She heard him, this time much closer and in a matter of seconds, he was in front of her, blocking her way.

"Leave me alone." She said quietly, but with a firm voice.

Harry raised his hand up in mock surrender and backed away a bit, "Of course-" he stopped, licking his bottom lip as then let his left arm freely dangle on his side and his right hand now shoved into his pocket; while searching something, he continued, "I will leave you alone to roam around the city at eleven in the night, it's completely safe."

Cynthia's eyebrows scrunched as she realized that the man standing in front of her was more than right.

"Why-" she stopped mid sentence as she saw him taking out a cigarette and a lighter from the breast pocket of the black leather jacket he was wearing.

Her nose wrinkled in disgust as he put it between his lips and lit it, puffing out dense swirls of smoke out of his mouth.

"You were saying?" He asked, cigarette still in his mouth as he shoved his hands again inside his jeans pocket.

Taking a deep breath, Cynthia opened her mouth; finally questioning what she wanted to ask the moment she saw him here.

"Were you...." She paused, her heart beat quickening in fear yet she was determined to remain strong.

Brown eyes squinting at the highly built form of the curly haired in front of her, she continued, "-stalking me or something? "

His eyebrow cocked up, as he scoffed at her. Throwing the cigarette on the ground, he stomped on it.

Straightening up then, finally his emerald green eyes meeting her innocent, chocolate brown ones who had been watching him with disgust all this time as she never had been a big fan of smokers, he answered back with his deep voice, arrogance dripping from him.

"Darling, be assured, I have got better things to do than to follow some chick."

"Then why are you here?" She asked, feeling somewhat relieved that she was not being stalked.

"Last time I checked, Britain was a free state, where people can do whatever they wanna do anyway-" he paused. Tilting his head to the side, he pinched his bottom lip with his thumb and middle finger, "and that freedom includes going anywhere you want, whenever you want."

"Does that freedom includes killing people too?" Cynthia blurted without thinking. She regretted it instantly, though made sure her composure never breaks.

Harry raised his eyebrows in amusement, "Touché." He said with a chuckle.

A little taken aback, because Cynthia was expecting some threats to be thrown her way, she stared at him for a minute and then spoke up, "Listen, I don't know what you are playing at-" she averted her eyes away from him as he stared at her intently, "but I really need to leave. So please, let me."

"You are coming with me." He replied in a monotonous voice.

Cynthia's head snapped towards his face as she stared at him with wide eyes.

"What? Why?"

"Did he saw me near the alley?"  She mused to herself.

"Just come. It's urgent." He turned around and her to follow him.

However, she was not having it.

"Where are you taking me?" She asked.

Harry sighed, "You have people searching for you."

Cynthia narrowed her eyes at him, still intimidated by him but to make it out alive out of this, she knew being a cry baby won't help much, being a damsel in distress won't get her anywhere for there was no Knight in shining armor ready to rescue her.

She was all alone. That made her more determined.

"I am not coming any where with you." She asserted.

"Excuse me?" Harry asked, thinking he might have heard her wrong.

"You heard me. I am not coming anywhere with you." She punctuated.

Harry's eyes turned into slits, his jaw clenching.

"Why couldn't she listen fucking once?"

Cynthia's resolve faltered a bit at his angry expression, having an idea that for all she knows, he can shoot her in the head any time and no one would know.

"Don't fucking test my temper." He growled at her, making her flinch in fright.

"Just do as I say or I swear-" he said through gritted teeth, and fished out a gun from the hem of his skinny black jeans and pointed it at her " I will lose my shit."

Cynthia froze at her place, her mind now clouded with fear as she saw that black metal thing shining smugly in his hand.

Run.

She took a step back.

Run. Run. Run.

She took multiple steps behind and turned around, ready to take off; but a sturdy arm wrapped itself around her torso.

"Let go!" She screamed loudly.

"Shut the fuck up, woman!" He barked from behind her, his curls brushing her side of the face and she heard him growl in frustration behind her.

"Please-" her words ceased to tumble out of her mouth as she heard a click and then, felt something icy cold placed on her forehead.

"Are you gonna listen now?" He asked, his voice lower and huskier.

Her throat felt constricted, making impossible for her to speak. It was a cold winter night, yet beads of cold sweat rolled down her forehead.

"Fucking answer me, woman." He growled, his holding on her waist tightening to the point that it started hurting.

Letting out a whimper of pain, she cried out, "Yes, yes!"

"Good."

He left her and took a hold of her hand; finally dragging her petrified form to a place unbeknownst to her.

A/N: So what do you think H is planning? Please do vote and comment if you liked the chapter :)