Twisted

“What the fuck happened, Claire?” Harry nearly growled as soon as a sleek, black car skidded to a stop in front of me. Harry got out of the back, and he towered over me, staring hard down at me.
I was still shook up from earlier, and after waiting for 20 minutes on Harry to show up, I decided to sit up against the wall.
“I went to the airport—”
“—why did you go to the airport?” Harry roared, attracting a lot of attention from the streets. I saw a couple of people scramble out of the scene, knowing that One Direction was involved with this section of the city right now.
I flinched a little from the ferocity of his voice. I then caught a glimpse of Niall sitting in the car, looking down at his phone. He wore the signature jacket, and to me, it looked bulky on him. For some reason, even though I’ve never seen him without it, I didn’t picture Niall as a big, muscular guy.
I clambered desperately for an excuse that Harry wouldn’t explode at. “I, uh, wanted to…” When I came up with nothing, I looked down, afraid to even look up at Harry. Right now he was seething, and I thought he was going to punch the wall or something.
“You were trying to leave, weren’t you.” He stated loudly, trying to get me to look up. “Look at me right now, Claire.” When I didn’t do it, he growled, “I said to fucking look at me when I’m talking to you! Now!” From the sound of his voice, I brought my head up, and he snapped again, “And stand up. Get off the floor.”
I did what he said, getting on my wobbly knees. I leaned back into the wall as an attempt to be as far away from Harry as possible.
“You thought you could get away from me?” He demanded sharply, crossing his arms over his chest. I noticed how his jacket looked a bit bulky too but not as much as Niall’s did.
“Yesterday really scared me.” I said quietly, trying to look anywhere but Harry’s furious gaze.
“So you thought you could board a fucking plane and just leave?”
I replied sheepishly, “Yeah.”
“And what happened at the airport?”
“A car disguised as a security guard dragged me in one of the hallways.” I explained shakily, furrowing my brows to remember correctly. “He, um, had blonde hair and blue eyes—”
“—I don’t give a shit what he looks like.” Harry cut me off, waving his hand. “Tell me what happened.”
I noted silently that when Harry was angry, he tended to cuss a while lot more.
“Well, he said he worked for that Russian guy. Vladarmia?”
“Vladimir.” Harry corrected me, his features softening when realization dawned on him. For once, instead of his emotionless and cocky self, I saw something that resembled concern. “What did he do? Did he touch you?”
“He said that Vladimir wanted revenge or something for killing that guy yesterday. He wanted to take it out on me.” I said, my entire body shaking as I remembered what happened just half an hour ago. It was still fresh in my mind. I remembered how he took out the knife, and how he talked about sending a gruesome message so casually, like it was nothing. “He wanted to send some message to you through me.”
“So he did touch you?” Harry asked again, looking angry. Was that all he cared about?
I ignored his question and went on. “I got away by running. He wasn’t very fast. But don’t you see why I tried to run away?” I could feel myself beginning to tear up, and I hated feeling like this in front of Harry. I dabbed at my eyes, blinking rapidly to try and chase away my emotions. But I knew that I needed some kind of consoling—from anyone. And honestly, it would be great if Harry could step in and tell me everything would be all right.
“That bastard!” Harry yelled, his hands tightening into fists. “He touched you? He should know that nobody touches my girl!” He turned his back to me, looking stiff as a statue.
“Harry?” I asked shakily, tears escaping my eyes. I was hoping he would calm down to reassure me that everything was okay. Harry even looked over his shoulder at me, and his anger looked swept away when he looked over me.
But he only sighed, and turned back around. Then he said, “Niall, comfort her.”
That was the same thing he said last time. Niall, comfort her. Why couldn’t he comfort me? If I was his girl, why couldn’t he do as much as comfort me?
Nonetheless, Niall jumped out of the car and made his way toward me. I saw Harry walk off a bit to the right, and heard a car door open. Louis got out of the driver’s seat and hurried to Harry’s side, and they immediately started off a serious-looking conversation, which probably involved that Vladimir guy. I had no idea who that guy was, or what the hell he wanted; all I knew was that I didn’t want anything to do with this.
“Are you okay?” Niall asked me gently as soon as he was in ear shot. I noticed how Niall looked honestly the youngest out of all of the boys. It was then I got a good look at the guy. He had blonde hair with bits of streaks of brown, and his face didn’t look anywhere near to a gangster’s. But the way he walked said something entirely different. His hands were shoved in his jean pockets and he peered down at my face. It was then I noticed he had bright blue eyes.
“I’m not okay.” I said, more tears escaping. It was hard to speak, mainly because I was trying to hold back the tears. I hated feeling like this. I was so scared, and I felt so helpless. How could you defend yourself when a guy with a knife, dressed as a security guard, threatened you like that?
“We’ll take care of him.” Niall told me softly, and I noticed Louis and Harry walking a few paces away. Harry was talking now, and he still looked angry. The way he was throwing his arms around and speaking loudly told me he was not pleased about this.
Well, neither was I.
“I don’t want any part of this anymore.” I cried, wiping at my eyes hastily. “I didn’t even do anything to that Vladimir guy. Who is he?”
“He’s the leader of this new gang. He also used to be great friends with Harry’s—” Niall cut off quickly, his eyes widening for a split second. I perked up from the panicked look on his face, my tears stopping instantly.
What was he about to say?
Harry’s dad? Was that it? Why did he look like he just said something he shouldn’t have?
“What?” I asked quickly, hoping he’d finish the sentence.
Niall shifted his feet, glancing over at Harry and Louis. “He’s a leader of a gang.”
“You also said he had some kind of relation to Harry.” I pointed out, my interest spiking.
“No I didn’t.”
“Yes you did.” I stepped closer, watching Niall’s face closely. “Why can’t you tell me?”
“Look, it’s not my place to tell. Harry will tell you.” Niall replied curtly. “Now do you feel better?”
He didn’t do much comforting. But for some reason, Niall seemed to have a knack for making people feel better. He didn’t even have to do much to do it—there was just this aura about him.
That is, unless he came up behind you and dragged you behind a dark alley. Then he wouldn’t be a comforting guy.
“I feel a little better.” I mumbled, letting the subject go. In time, I’ll get the answer. But this Vladimir guy was related to Harry somehow. Interesting.
Our attention was averted when Harry and Louis walked back to us. Louis didn’t even acknowledge me; he simply went back to the vehicle and got inside. Harry didn’t look at my face either, he just said, “Get in the car, Claire.”
For once, I didn’t hesitate to follow his instructions. Niall got into the car first, and I sat in the middle seat, with Harry on my other side. I fasted my seatbelt and noticed I was the only one who even wore a seatbelt.
“Harry,” I muttered, “buckle up.”
Harry wasn’t in the mood for arguing. He only shot me one peeved look and turned to the window, ignoring what I said.
Niall was on his phone again, and I was curious to see what he did on his phone. I leaned a bit to my left as Louis began driving, seeing a cartoon character on the screen. The cartoon character was on a motorcycle, and it appeared that you had to go through a challenging course without crashing.
Niall, a member of One Direction, played apps on his phone?
I watched him play discreetly from the corner of my eye. However, Louis turned at a sharp corner and I accidentally fell into Niall. Niall, for some reason, wouldn’t look me in the face as I blushed in embarrassment, not knowing what to do.
Harry grabbed my wrist and shoved me upright, his hand going possessively around my waist.
“Louis,” Harry said after a few moments of silence in the car, “drop me off at my flat.”
“No problem.” Louis replied, and I noticed he had dark sunglasses over his eyes. As of right now, Louis seemed a serious kind of guy. He was actually good-looking in a way, well, if you didn’t know that he was part of a notorious gang.
I also noted that those other two boys were missing. I wondered where they were.
I felt a bit awkward sitting there with Harry’s arm around my waist. His hand cupped the left side of my hip firmly, and he seemed content with his arm there. His other hand was leaning against the car door, and his head was turned to look outside with a very solemn expression.
Everyone in the car seemed so tense. The silence in the air seemed so loud.
“So, uh, what did the ghost say to the wall?” I asked hesitantly.
Niall shot me a curious look, while Harry slowly turned to give me a what the fuck are you talking about look.
I smiled feebly and said, “Hey, just passing through.”
Harry just stared at me with a deadpan expression. Niall cracked a grin, shaking his head and going back to his app. I did see that Niall looked a bit hesitant to show a reaction to my terrible joke, but when I heard laughing from the front seat, I was surprised to see that Louis was laughing.
Yes, actually laughter. Not bitter or angry. Like he thought it was funny.
“Great,” Harry mumbled under his breath upon hearing Louis laughing, “now you got him started.”
I looked up at Louis in confusion. Louis had stopped laughing by now, but he had a huge grin plastered on his face. Right now he didn’t look serious or anything—he looked quite the opposite.
“Why was the scientist’s head all wet?” Louis asked, looking genuinely eager for my answer.
“I don’t know.” I replied, smiling as I instantly felt the tension leaving the air.
“He had a brain storm.” Louis said, laughing again. Niall, next to me, smiled again, and I heard him chuckle a little. But he wasn’t laughing as much as Louis. And Harry was rolling his eyes, rubbing his temple in irritation.
“What did one plate say to the other?” I asked Louis this time, feeling a whole lot more relaxed now. I leaned forward in my seat a bit, feeling Harry tighten his arm around me.
“What?” Louis replied, taking off his sunglasses to look at me in the review mirror.
“Lunch is on me.”
Louis burst out laughing at this one again, shaking his head. “Oh gosh! That’s a good one right there.”
I giggled a little, too, all the horrible emotions from the day leaving my mind. I couldn’t remember having a good laugh like this in a while. And judging by the more relaxed look on Louis and Niall’s faces, I figured it had been a long time since they have laughed.
Harry? I didn’t think it was humanly possible for him to laugh.
I knew a lot of lame jokes back from high school. My friends and I would read the jokes on the back of the milk carton during lunch. Of course the jokes were undeniably lame, but they were clean-cut and had a certain humor that everyone had. I wondered how I even remembered them.
“Why did the cook get arrested?” Niall asked this time. His cheeks were a light pink from laughing.
“Why?” Louis asked.
“He beat up an egg.”
All three of us laughed at that, and it was one of those laughs where you didn’t know whyyou were laughing so hard. But it sure released tension inside of me. As I stopped laughing, I really did feel a whole lot better. It was amazing. Niall was back to playing on his phone, and Louis had a small smile on his face.
It was then I saw that we were driving down a long driveway. The grass was green all around us, and I had a feeling we were on Harry’s driveway. By now, Harry had scooted closer to me, our knees touching, and he still had a firm grasp on my left hip, his gaze directed outside once again. I took that moment to get a closer look at him, seeing how he had broad shoulders, and how his hair curled plentifully at the tips, framing his face.
Harry really wasn’t bad looking. Okay, put it this way, if I saw him as a normal guy in a store, I’d certainly find him very attractive. But knowing what he did on a daily basis kind of disrupted that image.
He may have been attractive on the outside, but on the inside…?
Not so much.
I honestly expected Harry to be living in a run-down place where I met him that second time. But when Louis came to a stop in front of a huge house—resembling a small mansion—my mouth fell open and I stared through the window, rendered speechless.
Harry was rich?
I was in too much in awe to see Harry get out of the car. When he told me to get out, I blushed, knowing I looked idiotic frozen there with my mouth agape, and climbed out of the car. Harry closed the door behind me, not even offering a farewell to his “friends” and I stared up, having to physically look up to get full view of the place.
This was his house? No way. This couldn’t be.
“Come on.” Harry said, tugging a bit on my wrist. I snapped out of my stupor and followed Harry up stone steps, wondering how the hell Harry owned a place like this. Did he really make this much money from being a gangster?
When Harry opened the door and led me inside, I felt like I was in some kind of twisted dream. The carpet was a luscious red, and the entire place looked like I was stepping into the Princess Diaries. I looked around in silent astonishment, numbly following Harry as he walked inside. He slid out of his coat, resting it on a nearby chair, which looked like it was worth more than everything I owned.
“How do you even have this?” I asked finally, my voice echoing around us. The space felt so…empty. Big.
“It’s been in my family for years.” Harry replied aloofly, releasing my hand to walk further. The walls parted to reveal a large room, and I stood there, dazed as I took it all in.
There was a huge TV overlooking the entire room, with two sofas facing it. There was a chess board on the right corner of the wall, and a large rug lay underneath the sofas. A big fireplace was on the opposite side, and I knew it was a real fireplace, not one of those fake ones.
Where the hell was I?
Toto…we’re not in Kansas anymore…
Even though the place was humongous, I noticed one thing:
It had no personality. It just looked like a building that was there, where someone lived. There were no paintings on the walls or decorations to give the place that homey feeling many people strived to achieve. I always thought that looking at someone’s house reflected their inner personalities. Judging by this, Harry had none.
I turned my eyes to Harry, who was crouched in front of the fireplace, lighting up a fire. Harry was honestly a very complex person, that was for sure.
“Damn it.” I said suddenly when I realized something.
“What?” Harry asked, straightening up to look over at me.
“I forgot my luggage.” I mumbled, hating that I had to bring that up.
“I know you did.” Harry replied coolly. “That’s why I sent Liam and Zayn to pick it up.”
Oh. That explained where those two were.
Flames were alive in the fireplace, casting shadows over the room. Harry went to this lamp sitting on the table and turned it on, casting the room with a sudden light.
Funny. When I first met Harry, it was all dark. Now, there was light.
Harry crossed the small space between us, and I barely had time to try to move back before he had his arms around me, shoving me towards him. Immediately my hands went flat against his chest to try and push him away, but he only ducked forward and kissed me ardently. I opened my mouth to protest, but he took that opportunity to slide his tongue inside of me, exploring every nook and cranny inside my mouth.
I didn’t know what to do, so I just weakly pushed against him. He pressed me closer against him, letting out a groan at that, and I opened my eyes wide to see his face up close.
I was in the lion’s den, and I had nowhere to go.
Great.
“Harry,” I said breathlessly when I could finally pull my lips away, my heart racing nervously in my chest. I didn’t like the look he was giving me. His eyes were dark and…they made my stomach twist. I’ve never had a guy look at me like this.
It was like he wanted to devour me.
“You tried escaping earlier,” He said huskily, his voice thick with desire.
Shit. I forgot about that.
I didn’t know what to say to that. I pressed against his chest, only to find him slowly break out into that twisted smirk.
His words from earlier echoed in my mind involving my virginity:
“I’m afraid you might not stay like that for long.”

Notes

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