Twisted

I woke up in someone's lap.

My head was laid against their chest and my arms were draped limply at my sides, dangling off the side of what looked like a car seat. I opened my eyes but stayed still, trying to figure out where the hell I was.

I did remember fainting.

And I did remember fainting in Harry's arms.

"I've never had a girl faint on me before." The person spoke, and his voice made his chest vibrate a little. I recognized him as Harry. Shit! Where was he taking me? But for some reason, he sounded amused. "I mean, normally I have to do something first for them to faint. But all I did was—"

I sat up with a jump, my heart racing again. Harry's arms tightened around me and his mouth shut up instantly, his eyes staring into mine. We stared at each other for a few seconds without speaking.

"Where are you taking me?" I demanded feebly, trying to sit up. It was impossible, since I was literally lying on his lap.

Harry smirked down at me and tightened his grip around my waist, hoisting me up. "What does that matter?"

I tried getting out of his grasp, but he had a firm grip.

"Damn it," He said through gritted teeth. To my satisfaction, I saw that he was actually struggling to keep me under control. I could've laughed. Harry Styles—the big and bad One Direction gang leader—having trouble with some mere American girl? If only people could see this. "Stop moving, Claire."

"Then let go of me." I shot back. I was a bit surprised when he suddenly let me go, but I wasn't expecting that so I fell to the car floor, nearly hitting my head on the door. When I looked up, I saw a cheeky grin on Harry's face. "What was that for?"

He replied with mock innocence, "You asked me to let you go."

I then saw, to my dismay, that my blouse was revealing a bit of cleavage. Normally I wouldn't notice this, but I watched as Harry's green eyes darkened when they noticed. His jaw clenched and his grin disappeared.

Blushing madly, I sat up quickly, fixing my shirt. I spat, "You're such a pig."

Harry ignored me. He crossed his arms over his chest, and I noticed he was wearing his jacket again. Okay, now I had to admit, he looked much more dangerous with it on. The jacket itself looked rough. The curly-haired guy turned to look out the window with a solemn expression, his eyes narrowed and guarded.

I let myself stare at him for a second, realizing something. I was alive. Harry didn't even hurt me. In fact, he…he caught me when I fainted. Why hasn't he hurt me? Not that I wanted to be hurt…

I briefly wondered what was going through his mind right now. What does go through a person's mind, one like Harry's?

I decided quickly that I didn't want to know.

"Uh, Harry?" I asked tentatively.

"Hm." His eyes were still out the window, staring at something.

I hoisted myself on the car seat next to him. When I looked at the window, I saw that we were in the "rich" neighborhood. For some reason, Harry looked like he was on "alert" mode; as if someone will just come crashing down on the vehicle and attack. It was strange.

"How old are you?"

He looked back at me quickly, his eyebrows furrowed. "What?"

"Your age." I stammered underneath his gaze. "Uh, how old are you?"

"I'm 22." He answered, his eyes never leaving mine. Damn it. How does he do that? He could just stare right in someone's eyes as long as he wanted to.

"Why am I here?" I had to look away from his gaze. I nervously bit my lower lip, dreading his answer. Was he really going to kill me? Shoot me on a hill and dump my lifeless body into a river?

Or was it going to be much worse?

When he didn't answer me, the dreadful feeling in my stomach increased to the point where I felt sick. Harry went to look out the window again and I did the same on my side. Some large guy with a bald head was driving the vehicle.

My nerves began getting the better of me again. We passed by people who had no idea what kind of person was in this car. They were so unaware. I wish I was like them. But for some reason, Harry Styles decided to mess with me.

But I valued my life too much to let him do this.

When the driver came to a stop at a red light, I quickly opened the door. Shockingly, it was unlocked. I ignored Harry, who called my name, and tore off running down the sidewalk. People immediately began running away when this happened, obviously seeing that this was involved with One Direction.

I was an okay runner. I mean, I don't run much. I probably should, so I could take better care of myself.

But Harry?

He was fast.

I only got a block before Harry caught me around the waist and lifted—yes lifted—me into the air. My feet kicked and my arms were flinging around. I looked like a fish out of water. And I was cussing Harry out with every colorful word I knew. But he ignored my protests and carried me back to the car.

I felt embarrassed when I felt peoples' eyes on me, watching me. Tears of mortification sprung in my eyes as I stopped screaming, realizing the scene I had just created. And Harry moved quickly, not saying a word. He set me down, his arm still tightly around me, and opened the door. He practically shoved me inside and followed in behind me.

There was an awkward silence after that as the driver began driving again. I fidgeted in my seat, trying to take steady breaths. I felt like I was close to having a heart attack or something.

When the car lurched to another stop, Harry's voice spoke up. "Are you going to try that again, Claire? Or do I have to drag you by your hair this time?"

I imagined him pulling me by my hair and I winced to myself. That surely would hurt like hell.

"Are you going to kill me?" I blurted out.

Harry stared at me with a deadpan expression. "If I wanted to kill you, I would've done it already."

I looked away from his gaze and stared down at my lap. "Then where are you taking me?"

"Take off your shirt."

My gaze snapped to his, my eyes widening in repulsion. Did I…just imagine him saying that?

Harry looked at me with a pokerfaced expression, leaning back against the window to fully face me. He had his arms crossed over his chest and his jaw was clenched.

The look he was giving me spoke of no objections.

"W-what?" I spluttered, unconsciously backing against my door.

"I said, take off your shirt." He repeated slowly.

I stared at him for a few seconds as the car got completely silent. I tried looking for any sign of him joking—but he wasn't joking.

"Why do you want me to take off my shirt?"

"Because I said so." His gaze burned into mine. My entire body froze just from the smoldering look he gave me. I felt like I was melting right on the spot.

"No." I replied quickly. "There's no way I'm taking off my shirt. Why would you even ask that? And you have no right to ever tell me what to do, especially if it's something personal like that. I have—"

Suddenly, Harry seemed to just spring forward too fast for me to even finish my sentence. He had me fully pressed against the door and his hands grabbed painfully onto my wrists, holding them together.

"When I tell you to do something," He snapped, "you fucking do it. Don't ever question me, Claire."

My entire body was trembling underneath him. Was this guy insane? I've never met a guy with this much mood swings before. One minute he's calm and collected and the next he has me pinned against the door!

"I'm not used to people disobeying me." Harry said quieter this time. "So honestly, you're pissing me off. Do you know what happens when I get pissed off?"

I didn't reply.

"People die, Claire." He pulled away a little, releasing my hands. But he stayed put, his eyes still watching me closely. "Now take off your shirt."

"I-I can't take off my shirt." I squeaked out, just to add more to my discomfiture. By now I'm sure my cheeks were pure red.

He only smirked at me and replied, "Am I going to have to take if off for you?"

"No!" I tried shoving him off of me, my hand going for the door handle again. I knew the car was in motion, but honestly, I'd much rather be anywhere else in the world than in here with Harry Styles.

However, my entire body went completely still when he took out a pocket knife.

The color of it glinted in the dim lighting, and my eyes focused on the tip of the weapon. It had a very sharp point. Was he going to kill me?

Harry's eyes flashed down to my chest as he lowered the knife to my shirt. I watched how he held it so carelessly, as if it was just a pen. I was about to start fighting when he cut through the fabric of my favorite blouse, and watched in horror as he ripped it in two jagged pieces. When it was fully ripped, Harry shoved away the fabric roughly and stared down at me.

I was breathing heavily. All I had left on was my bra, and he was seeing everything. I have never let any man see this part of me before.

This was what Francine warned me about. I thought I was in the safe zone, boy was I wrong.

I could've cried in relief when Harry put away the pocket knife.

"Please," I choked out, tears forming in my eyes. "I-I don't know what you're doing, or what you want…but just leave me alone…please…I've never even done anything to you before."

"Oh I'm not going to leave you alone." Harry replied, his eyes finally leaving my chest. He took the ripped fabric and stuffed it in his jacket, keeping his eyes locked on mine. "I have decided something." By now he moved away from me a little, allowing me to cross my arms over my chest to escape his wandering eyes.

What has he decided? That I was going to live?

"Put this on." He stated, taking off his jacket. By now I was holding back tears as I watched him, my arms tight across my chest. There was no way I was going to move them. He saw the look on my face and sighed. He reached over and put the large jacket over my shoulders. I felt like it was a huge blanket. It added an extra weight to my shoulders. However, it did cover my bare skin so I felt myself beginning to slowly calm down.

But still. I was almost naked underneath it.

Still, I was very relieved that Harry didn't try anything. I honestly thought something terrible would happen.

Immediately I clutched the jacket tightly around me, sliding my hands in the arm holes. It provided a comfortable warmth, which I didn't quite mind. For the first time in two days, I felt like myself again.

Until I remembered Harry.

"I always get what I want." Harry told me softly. "One way or the other." I glanced at him wearing his black shirt and noticed he had slight muscles on his arms. He wasn't a body builder or anything, but his forearm flexed each time he moved it.

Disgusted with myself, I quickly looked away. What the hell was wrong with me? This guy was responsible for so many terrible, illegal things.

"Please take me home." I told him flatly. I glanced at him uneasily, seeing how he was still facing me. However, his head was turned towards the window.

"I'll take you back later." He replied. "But first, I wanted to take you somewhere."

"Where?"

He didn't answer. He continued staring out the window and I sat up in the seat a little.

"I think it's my right to know. I mean, you're forcing me to go wherever you're going anyway."

Harry scoffed at my statement. "I don't care about rights, Claire. I'm passed those."

"Then what do you want with me?" I repeated the question I've already asked slowly through gritted teeth. I was fed up with his games.

He turned to look at me and used his hand to brush away a limp curl hanging in his eyes. "It's very simple, actually."

"Then tell me." I urged. "Is it money? Or do you just want me as some sex toy to use whenever you please?" I didn't bother hiding the horror and repugnance in my tone of voice.

"As much as those both sound so tempting," Harry replied smoothly with that twisted grin, "no. I don't care for money. I can get any girl I want off the street—I've done it many times before."

I sighed softly in relief. "Then what is it?"

"You."

I blinked. "Me?"

"Yes, you." Harry moved closer to me and I instinctively moved away, as if we were both magnets repelling each other. His eyes glinted in what looked like excitement when I did that. "You're mine, Claire."

"I-I don't understand."

"Oh you'll understand soon." Harry's hand crept to my knee, but I swiftly brought it up, tucking my knees under my chin and wrapping my arms around my leg. He only moved closer, his arms reaching out to me. I closed my eyes tightly, not able to bear the sight any longer.

However, I only felt warm hands tough my neck. Those warm hands brought my face closer and I finally opened my eyes. I stared back at a pair of emerald ones.

"Of course we'll have to cover some ground rules beforehand." Harry said, his fingers closing around my neck. I froze in his grasp, afraid he would start choking me. But he only squeezed gently, holding me in place. "I can get a bit stingy on some things. I'm not the 'sharing' type."

What the hell was he talking about?!

"Are you saying you want me to be your girlfriend?" I asked in disbelief.

He only smirked and said, "Something like that."

I broke out of his grasp, swallowing thickly. "No. No way. No, no." I repeated to myself, shaking my head.

Harry, on the other hand, didn't seem fazed by my protest. "You're in no position to say anything. Besides," He broke out in a sly grin, "you're wearing my jacket."

"You ripped my shirt!" I protested sharply. "I'm not going to sit around with only a bra on! Y-you did that on purpose!"

"Anyway, so I decided we were going to set some ground rules over a nice dinner." Harry said, shaking off my protesting. "And you're not going to try running away or sneaking out of a window in the bathroom, because if you do, not only will I find you, but I'll drag you back with your hands tied."

My mouth fell open. Was he serious?

"I hope you're hungry," Harry stated as the car slowed down. He prepared to get out of the car as if he and I only talked about the weather. I honestly did contemplate running away again, thinking maybe I could get away, but then I noticed the surrounding area. I didn't recognize it—at all.

I wouldn't get very far.

Feeling defeated, I opened my door and stood up. Harry was waiting on the sidewalk, watching my every step. I clutched his jacket tightly to me and hurried next to him. I could smell fresh food coming in front of us, a small café.

I followed behind Harry into the small café. A waitress spotted us and I swore she almost fainted when she saw Harry. When she noticed me wearing his jacket, she almost dropped our menus. And Harry was just staring at her with an impatient expression.

The entire café went dead silent when they noticed who had just walked in. Harry seemed oblivious to the stares and walked on with a confidence I found myself envying. If Harry ever tried to be a business man or something, surely he would prosper. Why would he stay as a gang leader?

Oh yeah. Because he's crazy.

We sat down in a booth and I was very grateful Harry sat next to me. The waitress stuttered her way through her greeting, and Harry looked over the menu with a solemn expression. I hadn't even picked mine up, I was too shocked over the response Harry got just by walking into a café.

He was a feared guy. Almost everyone looked like they were overwhelmed with fear when they saw him.

"Claire," Harry said, bringing me out of my thoughts, "find something you'd like to eat."

And as soon as he spoke, everyone slowly began talking again. They averted their attention in a matter of seconds, probably trying not to get noticed. I surely couldn't blame them.

"Claire." Harry sounded impatient this time. He had his menu folded up and was staring at me hard. "Find something or I'll choose for you."

I picked up the menu and tried reading, but it was so hard. All I felt was Harry's eyes on me. It was like his very presence was making me go like this.

Still. It amazed me how much of an impact one person could have on so many people.

It blew my mind.

"Are you ready to order?" The waitress said, not stammering as much as before.

"Yes." Harry replied. He ordered some kind of soup along with water and I felt my stomach clench. I knew if I ate something heavy I'd be sick.

"I'll just have a salad." I mumbled, then added, "With a water."

"Okay. Your order will be right up." She hurried away, obviously glad to get away from Harry.

"Do you see what I can do?" Harry asked with a grin, obviously pleased with himself.

"So you do this for power." I stated, keeping my eyes on the table. "You like to inflict fear onto other people."

Harry ruffled his hair, using his hand to muss his plentiful curls, and ignored my statement. "Okay, so here are some rules. My first and most important rule is very simple. Like I mentioned before, I can be stingy. I don't want you talking to any other men."

My hands curled into fists underneath the table. "What?"

His eyes narrowed darkly. "I don't want you talking to any men unless I'm with you, or unless they're in my gang. If I find out you went messing around with someone, I'll chop their balls off."

I stared at him, rendered speechless.

"Also," Harry continued, licking his lips, "if I tell you to do something, you will do it. But I'm pretty sure you understand that by now."

He smirked at me knowingly and I glowered at him.

"How dare you—"

I quickly shut my mouth when the waitress returned, setting down our drinks. I continued glaring at Harry, wishing I could get laser vision or something to burn that smirk off his face.

"And three," I stiffened visibly when I felt his hand touch my knee. "If you try to defy me in any way, shape or form, I won't hesitate to take action." I nearly jumped in my seat when his hand started going in between my legs. When he almost got close to my center, I almost jumped out of the seat.

"I-I have to use the restroom." I choked out, immediately looking for the restroom.

"Okay." Harry replied, crossing his arms over his chest. "You've got five minutes."

I bit back a smart-ass reply and almost ran to the bathroom. Thankfully nobody was there. I hurried into the stall and leaned against the door, sinking to the floor. I buried my head in my hands, my heart beating almost painfully in my chest. I felt like I was slowly suffocating.

Oh gosh. What the hell was happening?

How did this happen?

I ran my hands through my auburn hair and closed my eyes. I tried to picture myself back in America, back with my parents, where everything seemed to make sense.

All I wanted was to see the world. I made it to London and fell in love with it. And now I'm stuck with an evil gang leader who really belongs in an asylum.

Maybe this wasn't over. Maybe I could call my parents and ask them to lend me some money for tickets back to them. All I had to do was get rid of the apartment and board a plane…

I saw the jacket's sleeves on my arms and a tear trickled slowly down my cheek. Underneath this rough material was my bare skin. I felt highly uncomfortable with that thought. I remembered how Harry easily cut through my favorite shirt. Yes that was tragic but I think this ordeal is a big more major than a blouse.

For the first time ever, I had absolutely no idea what to do.

Notes

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