The Chase - ON HOLD

I was in the trunk of a car. Harry had the nerve toput me in his trunk. I don't know if he remembers that I'm not your typical snobby ritch girl, I'm quite the opposite actually. If I didn't have money I'd be that poor kid with bad fashion sense that had two best friends and wasn't the class clown but made the class laugh by pissing off the teachers. I told Harry all of this when we were dating so I guess I figured that he would know I wouldn't hesitate to kick his ass if he did anything to me. So when I get out of this, he's getting an ass whooping.

"HARRY" I yelled, it came out muffled due to the duct tape that was plastered to my mouth so I most likely sounded like a cat being strangled but at this point in time I could not give one single fuck.

My wrists were taped together so I got both hands and banged on the roof of the trunk. It was dark but my eyes had adjusted and I looked around, seeing if there was anything in here that could assist me in my escape. My eyes scanned the small space when I saw something. Oh Harry, stupid, stupid Harry. He locked me in the trunk of a car that has a handle on the inside. Clearly he doesn't watch cop shows.

I grabbed the handle and pulled it towards me, hearing the rewarding 'pop' of the unlocking door. I cautiousley opened it a crack, just in case we were moving, and noticed we were parked. I opened the door further and saw that we were in a huge carpark and that Harry's stupid partner Louis was standing guard a few meters away with a gun in his hand.

Obviousley, being as stupid as he was, he was facing away from the car, which makes my escape a whole heap easier. I opened the door wide enough to get me out and didn't close it as to not make any noise.

I tip toed up behind Louis and tapped him on the shoulder. As soon as he turned around my knee collided with his (lack of) balls and he fell to the ground in unexpected pain. What a pussy.

I kicked him in the head which kept him down and I took the gun from his hands and pointed it at him. "Give me your phone and any other devices you might use to contact Harry or I shoot"

He looked up at me with scared eyes yet his face was twisted in pain. He reached into hi pocket and pulled out his mobile and slid it over to me.

"Anything else?"

"What do you think I am? A fucking spy? Do you want a pencil? I can pretend it's a special one that is actually a phone if you want" He sassed.

"Don't sass me either" I mocked, as he said the same thing to me yesterday. "Stay here, you move and I'll come after you with my dads shotgun." I warned before going off to find Harry.

"Where are you going?" He asked worriedly.

"To find our dearest friend Harold" I smirked before turning and walking towards the staircase that lead to the roof. Of all places, Harry will be there.

I made it to the top of the surprisingly long staircase, with a few curses along the way, and when I reached the top I saw a small plane at the far end.

What the fuck does Harry want with a plane?

I looked around and saw the tall curly haired boy standing at the edge of the carpark roof talking on the phone to someone as he looked out across the city. Here goes nothing!

I crept up behind him and held the gun to the back of his head. "Put your hands in the air and turn around Styles"

Notes

Wow I actually managed to update within a week! Woo claps for me! I have a week left of school (I end next wednesday) but I might get the 3 days off next week then a 6 week break so I should be updating frequesntly!

Questions:
What was the plane for?
Do you think Rose will escape?
What will Harry do now that Rose has him at gunpoint?

P.S. I'm Australian so if there are different spellings or words that you don't understand just ask :)

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