Fear

i turned to my left trying to block the sun from hitting me in my face, feeling the soft material of the mattresses made me nuzzle my face more in to the pillow, guess grandma changed the softener. i should tell her to keep using this one, it smells better as well.
i groaned mumbling slightly above a whisper:
"go away sun..."
i heard a deep raspy chuckle come from some where near me and it made me stiffen and completely awake, i could hear my heart pounding, was a rubber in my room?
i opened my eyes slightly expecting to be met with my dark purple and black bed but instead i was met with a silver one, where the hell was i?
suddenly everything came back to me, the ball, Niall, Harry, him chasing me, making me go with him, and then drugging me.
i sat up quickly in the bed looking around, seeing the person, or shall i say thing, that i hate yet fear the most standing in front of the big brown doors leaning against it staring right at me.
i looked around frantically and grabbed the nearest thing to me which happened to be a bedside lamp and stood up from the bed holding it in front of me, i know it's a stupid move but i'm desperate.
apparently styles thought it was a stupid move also cause he barked out a laugh and looked at me amused.he took a step forward and i said:
"don't come any closer!"
he didn't even look fazed by what i said and kept walking towards me while i walked backwards, he said with a smirk:
"or what? you're going to hit me with a lamp? you're more stupid than i thought"
by now my back was against the wall completely and he was standing in front of me with only an inch separating us, making me look at his face, his eyes were still the cold,empty green holes i've seen, but all in all, he was a good looking man, pretty on the outside, but nothing but a beast on the inside.
i noticed he smelt good, like the bed i was slept in...
shit.
i was slept in his bed.
i took a glance at the bed and then back at him, and glance at my body to make sure i was fully dressed.
Styles obviously caught on to what i was thinking and said:
"i'm not that desperate to fuck an unconscious girl, i still have some self respect."
i mentally rolled my eyes and thought 'yeah but you'll rape a girl in a ball'.
"it's not rape if you enjoy it, and trust me Rosalie,"
he leaned down which made me back up more in to the wall but it was no use, he whispered right next to my right ear:
"You will enjoy it"
his hot breath on my ear made a shiver go down from my ear all the way to my spine.
his words scared me, a lot.
so before i knew what i was doing, i brought the lamp up to hit his head with it, but once again Styles proved me he was smarter than me.
How?
well, when my hand swung up he caught it with his hand slammed it in to the wall right next to my head making me gasp and the lamp fall to the ground and break with a loud crashing sound.
but styles only chuckled again and said:
"i knew you would do that"
he shook his head but then his face turned from amused to angry and pissed off, he spat in my face:
"i'll let you go away with this one this time, but you if you try something like this again, i'll make sure you won't use your hands for a year, got that?"
his grip on my hands tightened really hard making me whimper slightly, he tightened his hand more on my hands and said slower and in a lower threatening voice:
"got that?"
i nodded my head not rusting myself to talk, i knew the moment i open my mouth i'm gonna start crying, and i will not cry in front of him. i won't show him i'm weak.
i wont satisfy him.
he said:
"i would've preferred to hear you say it, but i'll let you get away with that one too."
he stepped back while letting go of my hands and i heard the sound of the pieces of the lamp under his feet.
he was staring in to my face like he was studying me.
suddenly the sound of a ringtone snapped him out of what ever trance he was in and he got his phone out of his jeans pocket.
only then i noticed what he was wearing.
black tight jeans that made me question how the hell he got in to those, and a white shirt that clung to his body showing of his long torso and his biceps, and only now i noticed how big they were, like 'wow his biceps are huge' big.
he actually looks like a normal guy, not the psycho cold hearted beast slash, drug dealer slash, one of the most fearful man in London who deals drugs,kills people, threats to rape girls he is.
oh and slash monster.
he answered his phone with a cold demanding voice making me feel bad for who ever was on the other line:
"Styles"
i watched his face turn slowly from annoyed to shocked to angry and to pissed off in 3 seconds, bipolar much?
but when he started yelling in to the phone i felt even more scared and pitiful for the person on the other line and i only prayed that i would never be on the receiving end of this tone:
"I TOLD YOU TO DO ONE THING IAN, ONE FUCKING THING! KILL THE BITCHES SON, TAKE HER ALIVE!! I CAN'T TRUST YOU WITH A SINGLE THING CAN I? KEEP HER THERE I'M COMING, CALL JOSEPH TO BE THERE IN 5 MINUTES, AND REMEMBER IAN I SAID ALIVE!!!!!!"
he didn't wait for a reply and through the phone to the wall on the left and i knew for a fact that, that phone is going to rest in peace from now on.
call me weird i don't care.
he paced back and forth and ran his hand through his hair looking frustrated and yelled out:
"where the fuck am i going to find a fucking doctor right now!"
i don't know why i did it, but i did ask him this:
"is everything alright?"
he snapped his head so fast towards me i though it would break, he looked at me like he forgot i was in the room.
he glared at me and i once again talked which was a really stupid act but i've come to know i'm a really dumb girl:
"sorry,sorry, jeez i was only trying to be polite"
you see what i mean?
and i think you think that styles will flip out right now and slam me again in to a wall or something right?
well you're wrong, he did the opposite actually, he calmed down a little and said:
"i need someone who can take care of a bullet wound because some one who means a lot to me right now has got shot"
to say i was surprised he told me that, was the understatement of whole history.
well he was being nice, so why shouldn't i?
maybe if i help with this whoever that means a lot to him he will leave me alone?
"i know a few things about wounds and stuff i learned from these classes i took but not much, i can stop the bleeding until you can find a doctor,but i need bandages...."
before i knew what was happening he grabbed my hand and said:
"you'll do, hurry up"
i stuck my feet to the ground and didn't move, at least tried to not move, he was too strong. he groaned saying:
"what?!"
i used every single bit of confidence in me to say the next sentence without stuttering :
"i'll help you in one condition?"
Styles looked me straight in the eye looking angry and annoyed at the same time and said:
"i don't think you're in the position to make deals with me"
"fine then, i won't help you"
he gritted his teeth together and clenched his jaw while he spat out:
"what. do. you. want.?"
"if i'll help you, you'll leave me alone"
he looked angrier and i was ready for him to shout at me but a second later his expression turned in to a smirk and said:
"deal"
he then dragged me out of the room not waiting for me to say anything.
oh i have a bad feeling about this.
a very very bad feeling.

Notes

okay, i know it took a long time to update but i gave myself a break for one week to write.

and i haven't got many comments lately, but you vote and subscribe so i'm grateful for that. i got 35 subscribers so wooooh! thank you for actually giving this time, it means so much to me knowing 35 people are reading it!!!

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