I flung open the window and ran down the fire escape stairs. Breathing heavily I could barely hold my phone and the few things I managed to get in the midst of the chaos. I was shivering more with each step I conquered and it didn’t help that I was wearing close to nothing. As soon as I was on solid ground I ran as fast as I could to the sidewalk of downtown New York I could hear him yelling harsh words at me.

“You’re a stupid slut. I will fucking find you and kill you.”

I spun around to see him hanging out the window then I bumped into lanky yet built boy on the sidewalk. He grabbed both of my arms to steady my stance. He soon realized I was bleeding from the forehead and had large bruises on my wrists and my neck. He quickly put his arm around me and said something to a man named I believe was named Cal.
I looked up to see I was in the arm of Harry Styles, band boy extraordinaire. I was dizzy I was losing a lot of blood, but my brain was going 100 miles per hour.
Do I fangirl? Do I tell him my name? Do I explain what happened? He doesn’t care. Danielle , clearly he does he’s taking you.. wait, he’s taking me in a car. Where the fuck am I going?

My thoughts drew blank.

Notes

It's my first time writing fanfiction in quite some time. So, I would love feed back. I will upload a few chapters today just so if anyone is reading they can give some critiques!
Thanks!
-Dani