"Wake up." A deep, low voice urged me, sounding agitated. My shoulders were shook harshly, causing me to cry out in pain. The shakes stopped immediately, followed by the voice repeating, "Wake up." My eyelids eventually gathered enough strength to part themselves, fluttering open to see a figure hovered above me.

That's when I saw him.

His eyes that shone brightly, yet still contained a darkness that was hidden beneath of the emerald color. His curls that fell over his temple in a disheveled mess. His voice that dripped with a poisoned antidote. His touch that was cold, yet warm. It was him. I knew him. My mouth fell open with mesmerized shock, staring at his beauty that was covered with annoyance.

The way his eyes held my gaze made my stomach flutter along with my cheeks tinting a rosy color for no apparent reason. "It's about time that you woke up. You've been out for three days, and you're taking up all of the space in my bed." A devilish smirk danced over his lips, and I was taken aback by his humorless, harsh tone. I expected him to be kind and gentle, showing a great amount of care and love. My chapped lips couldn't form any words, and he noticed my struggle.

"I'm guessing that you're wondering where the hell you are and why you are here?" He spoke matter-of-factly and I managed to give him a slow nod. My eyes roamed around me to find that I was in a modern room, laying upon a rather comfortable bed. He continued his explanation. "Well, you were a dummy and walked out into the middle of the street, and I hit you with my car. You were unconscious through most of it, and I drove you back here to my flat. I got a doctor to come and you have three broken ribs, you look like Barney because you're purple and green all over, and you're sick with the flu because you were out in the rain."

I thought his words would be filled with concern, but they weren't. Only a false caring tone. "So after all I've done for you, do you mind telling me why you were out walking in the rain at three o'clock in the morning?"

Okay, it didn't matter if I knew him or not. This guy was really pissing me off. "It's none of your business," I spat in a dry croak. His eyes flickered with anger quickly before they shone with amusement. A deep, dark chuckle erupted from his throat in a raspy sound. I decided to speak again. "Why were you driving in the rain at three o'clock in the morning?"

"You know, instead of speaking to you and sounding quite rude like you did," he pointed his index finger with his eyebrows raised in a mocking manner. "I will actually give you the honest truth. I was partying with my friends and was driving home after having sex with a very attractive and fit girl in the club bathroom. You'd be surprised how much fun can come out of locking yourself in the bathroom and making love for two hours straight." He chuckled to himself.

All of my hopes fell at the way he spoke. My dreams had given me a false impression of what this man was like. However, I refused to just let him go without any of my wanted answers. So, I simply asked him, "What's your name?"

"I'm surprised you didn't hear the blonde screaming it last night," he smirked darkly. "But my name is Harry Styles. In case you wanted to know my age -which I'm sure you did because you're wondering if I'm too old to take your virginity or not, I'm only nineteen. But don't worry, I'll be twenty in February, in case you like older men."

I scoffed, giving him an angered glare with my blue eyes. The evil smirk never fell from his lips, giving me an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. It twisted like knots within me, making me nervously frightened. "And your name is...?" He asked after I remained silent to his bragging.

Twisting my fingers in random patterns in my lap, I remained silent, questioning myself whether or not I should answer him. I could feel his eyes watching me, waiting for an answer. He began to grow impatient and repeated the question whilst forcefully pulling up my chin to face him with his large, warm hand. I winced slightly as he pulled his hand away with a hard jerk.

"Marielle." My reply escaped me with a small squeak. By the way that he raised his eyebrows, I could tell that he was encouraging me to continue and say the things that he had said. "I'm Marielle Wonder, and I'm eighteen years old. I'll be nineteen in April."

The anger that he held faded away, with a mocking smile replacing it. "That's a rare name. So tell me, Marielle, why were you walking all alone in the street at nighttime?" I began to sit up, slowly leaning against the headboard behind of me. I winced with each movement, but didn't want to appear weak in front of Harry.

"I said that it wasn't your business," I answered coldly. My eyes were narrowed at his figure which was now sitting on the bedside. He only sighed and said, "Now, now, there's no need to be hostile. I have helped you so much. Didn't your mummy and daddy ever teach you to be kind to others?"

My heart sank slightly as he mentioned them, but my face remained composed. "They taught me to never talk to strangers," I grimaced. He only chuckled again, and I could smell a bit of alcohol lingering on his breath. After my muscles were tired of being still for so long, I managed to swing my legs over the bed and stand up. My side throbbed where my ribs were located, but I ignored the pain and inhaled deep breaths. I was wearing a large navy blue shirt that covered me until the middle of my thighs, and as my eyes scanned the room, I couldn't find my clothes. Or my jacket with three hundred dollars in it.

Deciding to look for it, I made my way towards the bedroom door with slow steps, finally able to twist the knob and open it. "Where are you going?" Harry asked with the aggravated sound returning to his words. His footsteps were closely behind mine as I trudged down a hallway and found a flight of stairs that I decided to take.

I ignored his question and continued walking slowly until I made my way into an area that looked like a living room. On the couch, my clothes were folded neatly in calm folds. I walked towards them and slid my jeans over my legs, still keeping the loose t-shirt on. Although Harry wasn't making any sound, I could tell that he was still behind of me and watching my actions carefully. After tugging my jacket over my shoulders, I grabbed my shirt and made sure that the money was still in the pockets. Thankfully, it was.

Seeing the front door, I tugged on my boots and walked towards it. While I was reaching for the knob, a strong arm grabbed my wrist in a painful grasp and spun me around. A devilish grin plastered Harry's face, but anger was evident in it. He shoved me against the wall with a hard force, making me gasp and cry out with agony. He snaked one arm around my waist to hug me closer to him, then pinned both of my wrists above my head with the other arm.

"Did you honestly think that I would let you get away that easily?" He growled in my ear, tilting his head from side to side. I turned my head over my shoulder to avoid his beautiful stare. His breath still smelt of alcohol, making my stomach churn with fearful knots. He dug his fingers into the small of my back, holding my wrists in a painful grip.

"Let me go," I hissed, anger and fear combining within me. As beautiful as he was in my dreams, in reality, he seemed as though he was a monster. An amazingly beautiful, powerful, evil monster. He chortled and asked, "And where will you go, Ms. Marielle Wonder?"

I will go back to the forests where I have nearly starved for the past few weeks. I will simply rest there, and possibly return to town with my money and get cleaned up before returning back to the woods. After all, that was my home. His lips suddenly pressed against my ear lobe, slightly nibbling there with a gentle, yet angry force. It took all of my concentration to be able to think clearly. "I like you, Marielle. You're different. Usually, women don't want to run away so quickly from me," he breathed.

"Because they don't realize what a monster you are," I scowled. Even after only really knowing him for a few minutes, it was already obvious that he was a terrible, frightening person. It was understandable why women would like him. He captured the heart with an indescribable beauty. However, beyond his beauty, he was a beast.

At my words, he stopped and pulled his head away from my ear and simply looked at me. Many emotions flickered in his eyes, and I struggled to see what they meant. His anger made his hand rise to my throat, sending panic through me. However, at the last second just before he squeezed and cut off the air that flowed to my lungs, he let go and took two large steps backwards.

"Go," he hissed lowly, pointing towards the door. This shocked me, and I predicted him to try and stop me, but he didn't. He ran his large hand through his curls as I stared at him with an open mouth, unable to move my feet. Confusion and bewilderment froze me to my place as I looked up and down at his figure. I had searched for him for so long. And now that I had found him, despite of my hatred towards him, I still couldn't get passed the fact that he was in my dreams every single night. I honestly believed that he was in my dreams for a reason.

His back was turned towards me, but after he noticed that I still hadn't moved, he spun on his heel and glared at me. "I SAID GO!" His voice boomed with a frightening echo throughout the flat. My feet scrambled to the door, hastily flinging it open and limping out with the fastest pace that I could manage. My body ached as I quickly walked towards the nearest forest that was just across the street from where he lived.

When I was deep enough in the woods where the branches sprawled above me and shielded me from the cloudy sky, I laid down and simply curled up beside of a thick tree trunk. Pain and terror surged through my veins, filling my entire body.

I was absolutely positive of a few things. One, the boy in my dreams existed, and I had met him. Two, he was an evil, dark person that frightened me to where I never wanted to be near him again. And three, I was stupid enough to actually somehow miraculously want to go to him again and receive answers for the countless questions that I had for him. His whole being disgusted me, yet intrigued me at the same time. Part of me knew that he wouldn't give up quite so easily on me. He was clearly the kind of person that would stop at nothing until he got what he wanted.

As I closed my eyes and let a painful and cold sleep take over, the boy -which I now knew as Harry- appeared again, still beautiful.