Cath's P.O.V.

"Oh thank god, I'm out of there! That guy, Harry, was really freaking me out."

"Yea, Harry is not good news."

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The Next Day At School...

I was at my locker, when all of a sudden, I felt a shadow cast over me. I immediately knew who it was.

"Hey Cath. What are you doing at your locker all alone?"

I turned around slowly, to be met with a broad chest with a black t-shirt on.

"Answer me baby, or are you too scared?"

"I don't know. I was just getting stuff for my next class."

"Nah, school's stupid...it's boring going into my fifth year. Wanna ditch with me?"

"No. I don't even know you."

"Well that's too bad...because you're gonna go with me anyway."

And with that, he grabbed my wrist, and yanked me outside into the parking lot, and put me in the passenger seat of a black Range Rover. He slammed the door shut, and jogged to the other side of the car. Once he had gotten into the front seat, we took off driving, to I don't even know where.

"Where are you taking me?! Let me go! I will jump out of this car!"

"Sorry sweetheart, you're not going anywhere. You're mine now."

"What are you talking about?! I'm not yours, and I never will be!!!"

And with that, I jumped out of the car, and onto the road, tumbling into the ditch, and hitting my head on something hard. I put felt my head, and it felt wet and sticky with blood. The last thing I saw was Harry slamming the brakes on the car, running to get me, before blacking out.

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Harry's P.O.V.

What the heck was she thinking?! Jumping out of my car like that! She could've killed herself!

And how she was talking back to me! No one EVER talks to THE Harry Styles like that.

I hear a stirring sound, Cath, on the bed. She must finally be waking up.

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Cath's P.O.V.

I woke up in a hotel room, and Harry's face is right above mine, peering down at me. He looked pissed and worn out all at the same time. His jaw was clenched, but yet he had heavy bags under his eyes. Why would he care about me?

"How long have I been out?" I wondered. It must have been a long time, because it looks like it's the middle of the night.

"You've been out for 10 hours. You have a slight concussion, and a few bruises,  but otherwise you'll be fine. What were you thinking, jumping out of the car like that?! You could've gotten yourself killed! If we would've been going any faster, you would've gotten killed! Don't do anything like that ever again!"

"Okay! What are you, my dad?! I think I can take care of myself," I sat up, and the covers dropped, and I instantly felt cold. The son of a gun took off my clothes! I gasped, and quickly pulled the sheets up.

"Get out for a second. I need to change. Can I borrow one of your shirts and sweats?"

"Sure. I left some in the bathroom. I'll be waiting out in the kitchen."

I went into the bathroom, and when I looked in the mirror, I gasped in shock. I had a bandage wrapped around my head, and millions of bruises on my arms and hips. I quickly changed into the t-shirt and sweatpants he left for me, and left the bathroom and went into the kitchen. He was on his cellphone, and when he looked up, his eyes widened.

"You look really good in my clothes. You should wear them more often. We have to leave, like right now, since your little jumping out of the car plan, delayed us."

"Like right now?" He couldn't be serious. I just woke up!

"Yes, right now. Come on. Don't make me carry you."

Ugh. This is gonna be a very long "trip", or whatever he's doing with me.

I am in for the ride of my life.

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Author's Note:

Sorry it took me so long to update!

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-Aubrie