I heard Harry cock the pistol, and my breathing slowed, unfeeling as the tears trailed silently down my face. A heavy weight had centered itself in the pit of my stomach as I closed my eyes.
A growl of anger sounded through the alley, and my eyes flew open.
"Why aren't you trying to run?" Harry's hand shook as his expression darkened. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. "Don't you realize I was planning on killing you?" he spat, my silence only angering him further.
I was tired and weak as I found my voice to answer him. "If I moved now, I would be breaking my end of the deal, and you would without a doubt go after Ellie. I have to stay." My voice cracked. "Her life is worth more than mine."
He paused and seemed to be deep in thought. To my surprise, I watched as Harry's expression softened. The anger melted away from his face, but I shook as he stepped closer to me. His voice was quiet and soothing as he continued, his entire demeanor changing within seconds of what it had been before. "I'm not going to hurt you."
His words caught me completely off guard, and a soft moan of relief washed over me as my body gave out and I sunk to my knees. My joy was short-lived, and as I continued to weep quietly, Harry put the gun into his holster and rushed over to me. I yelped and got to my feet as quickly as I could, trying to scoot along the wall and get away from him. Harry grabbed my arm before I could get far. I stiffened, no longer feeling relieved.
"I'm not going to hurt you." Harry repeated quietly. His eyes trailed up my body until they met my bright blue eyes. "I've decided. You're… interesting." The way he said it made my blood run cold, and I drew a sharp intake of breath as I started squirming. I tried to pry his hand from my arm, using all the strength I had from my last free limb.
Emotionless, he easily grabbed my other arm, giving himself total control. Harry pinned them by my sides as he pushed me up against the wall. I whined, wiggling in his arms as I tried to free myself. He leaned forward, his warm breath moving my hair and tickling my neck.
"You have two days. In two days, I will come for you. Pack your things, and tell no one what happened here."
I choked back a sob as my heart began to ache and Harry moved my arms together as he pinned them above my head, freeing one of his hands.
"You know what will happen if you tell someone, right, love?" His eyes were empty as they stared into mine. A glassy film hid their previously bright green color and made him look less human. I quaked in terror as I regarded the demon in front of me and tried to process his words.
He was going to kill them. He was going to kill them all if I didn't do exactly what he wanted me to. Somehow, it dawned upon me that Harry was more powerful than I first expected. I don't know how I knew, but an immense sense of dread filled me because I knew he could find everyone I cared about. He would hunt them all down. None of them would be safe, all because of me.
Before I could react, his warm lips made contact with my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. I cried and shifted against his body, which was still pressing me to the wall. Rabid desperation overcame me, and a wave of energy allowed my struggling to increase as I tried to push away from him.
He seemed not to notice.
"Mine," he whispered. "All mine." The other two men snickered at the mouth of the alley as Harry pressed his body further into my own. "I, Harry Styles, leader of the Python gang, have finally found my bird."
He was a gang leader. I shrieked and thrashed as hard as I could, my desperation causing me to turn to the other two men.
"Please. Please, Mr. Zayn. Liam! Help." I shook as sobs rattled my small frame and Harry ignored my pain.
"Shh babe. Shh…" he soothed, playing with a strand of my hair and twirling it gently around his finger. "I promise I won't hurt you. You're mine now. All mine. Just two more days…"
His hand slid down as he reached his pocket, and I lowered my eyes to watch as he pulled something out from his jacket.
It was a syringe.
I screamed, nearly blind with terror as I wrenched my wrists back and forth. No matter how hard I tried, Harry was stronger. I couldn't move.
"I'm just making this easier for you kitten. I'm just letting you sleep for a while." He flicked the end of the needle, making sure all of the air was out and ignoring my whines of protest. "There's no need to cry. You'll be okay. When you wake up, we'll be gone, and you can go home to gather your things."
His words were lost on me as the stinging kiss of the needle made its way into my arm. I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness, unable to fend off the man whose arms constricted around my small body. I whimpered, quiet tears spilling down my red cheeks in waterfalls as he cooed sweet nothings into my ear and my world turned black.