She Doesn't Know Me (Punk Harry Styles)

I walk into English, one of the firsts. I haven't heard from Talia since the insident yesterday. Sure, I knew she wouldn't talk to me after all of that but there was that spark of hope she'd call or something. Taking my seat, I prayed she would at least let me explain today. The room started to fill in slowly.

"Hey, Harry! I was wondering if you wanted to go to a party tomorrow at Savannah Martin's house? I heard she has a thing for you." Sam, who is a buddy of mine, asked. Sam has blond hair that swoops over his left eye and wears black all the time. He's a lot shorter than me but thinks he's all bad ass. I rolled my eyes.

"No. I'm busy tomorrow." I snapped, not in the mood to say anything or see anyone. Except Talia. Sam sat on my desk, causing me to shoot daggers at him

"Dude, chill out. Can't you just skip it or whatever. It's not like it's more important than having Savannah Martin as your slave for the night." Sam was sexual as shit. My blood boiled. What the hell does he not understand about no? I don't want anyone besides Talia.

"I said no! I'm just too busy with crap. Now get your ass of my desk or I'll shove my textbook up it!" I growled. Sam hopped off the table quickly but didn't leave. I swear I am going to choke this guy.

"C'mon, Harry. It's just one night. Not everybody gets the most popular girl in school! I will do anything." Sam got on his knees and begged. Oh my god. Seriously? Begging on his knees? I hated Sam and that's final.

"If I say yes, will you get off your knees and leave me alone?" He nodded frantically. I groaned in response. Sam jumped to his feet quickly.

"Cool. Be there tomorrow night and I'll have $50 in my pocket if you tell me what happens."

"Make it $70."

"Deal." Then he walked towards the back of the room. As people started piling in, I see Ashton come I with a black eye and a split lip. Did I do that much damage? Not sure if I should be proud or feel bad.

"Irwin..." Ashton sat in his usual seat, next to Talia. But Talia wasn't there. Hopefully she wasn't so mad she didn't come to school. He shot his head at me in disgust.

"What do you want?" Woah. Someone is a little sassy this morning.

"Just wanted to say sorry about my work on your face. I think you understand why I did it." Ashton nodded but didn't look away. He had something in his mind that he definitly didn't want to say at school. I could tell by his glare. Like, rated R thoughts.

"Don't bother with my best friend, Styles. I don't care how much you like her, I can't have you hurting her." He said instead of what I thought. He can't tell me what to do! He's not her father!

"I have no intension on hurting her, dude. I care about Tal-"

"She doesn't care about you! She's so mad she isn't even answering me! It's all your fault!" He snapped. Oh my. That was a side of Ashton I had never seen. My eyebrows rise at his sudden outburst.

"Okay, class. Open your literature textbooks to page 257. We'll be writing poetry." Mr. Anderson said when he walked into class. Ashton shot his head away from me. He was a sassy ass today. We talked about the usual about poetry. Stanzas, feelings, other stuff. I had plenty of thoughts in my head already, but I had one person on my mind. Talia Dawson.

When the class ended, I rushed out of school and drove towards the warehouse. 'She doesn't care about you! She's so mad she isn't even answering me! It's all your fault!' Ashton kept yelling in my mind. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

I pulled beside a curb close to the warehouse and get out. When I walked in, all the boys were gathered around a table in the corner of the room. All I could see was a small box that is supposed to hold jewlery or something. Hm. Strange.

"Hey, lads. What's up?" I say, throwing my coat on the couch. Zayn rushed over beside me and slung his arm over my shoulder. He didn't say anything. He just stared. Niall look at me with a frown and sad eyes. Okay. This is serious.

"What's going on, Zayn?" I asked, trying to walk over there. Zayn tightened his grip around me so I didn't move. Oh no. Someone's dead. Someone has to be. None of the boys are usually like this. Maybe Luke killed or kidnapped someone for real and sent pictures. Sicko.

"Let. Me. Go." I say between gritted teeth, glaring at Zayn. The look on his face was sad and pale. No. No. No. No. My dad? My older sister? No. She's back in England. All the lads are here so it can't be any of them.

"Zayn. He has to know sooner or later." Louis said calmly. He was always humble, I guess you could say. He cared about everyone but acted all bad. He's not, though. Zayn released me and I rushed up to the table, squeezing between Niall and Liam. In the box was a lock of blond hair tied up by a pink string. I know that hair color...

They have Talia.

Talia's P.O.V

My eyes open, but I was only greeted by more darkness. I try moving my hands but they are connected to something. What was going on? Am I dreaming? I must be blindfolded or something. And handcuffed?! My heart pounded against my chest.

"Hello?! Is anyone there?!" I shouted, but only to have my voice echoed back. The floor I was sitting on was medal and very uncomfortable.

"Help! I'm tied up! Help me!" I shouted. I hear someone hush me directly diagonal from where I sat. I dart my head in that direction.

"Please. Whoever you are. Help me. I want to go home." I begged, feeling tears spring in my eyes.

"Please don't cry, Talia. I'll take off your blindfold." The voice's hands untied the blindfold from behind my head. I was face to face with him. With Michael Clifford. Why did he tie me up? I thought we were friends.

"W-Why am I here? I want to go home." I choked, rattling my handcuffs behind me back that must be connected to a pipe or something. There was sadness and regret in Michael's eyes, I could see.

"I wish I could let you go. I just can't."

"Why?"

"Because my gang is making you pay for what Harry did." My eyes widen. Michael is in a gang? And Harry is involved in some way? My mind was going crazy. The last thing I remember is sipping my hot cocoa. Then it hit me.

"Y-You drugged me. There was drugs in that cocoa?" Michael looked at the floor in sadness. This is a dream. It isn't real. None of this is real.

"Please. Just let me go. I don't want to be here." Michael reached for my face and cupped my cheek as a tear slid down. I would have yanked away but I would have hit the wall behind me. He looked sad. I could see in his green eyes.

"I Don't have control over all this. Derrick does. You see, we've just got here and Harry's gang wants us gone. He tried beating up Luke so Luke threatened to take someone Harry cares about. I don't understand why it was you, though. You're innocent." Tears continued to stream down my face. This is too much to comprehend. Both Harry and Michael are in gangs. I've been kidnapped because Harry tried beating up a gang member. This doesn't make sense.

"Stop crying, love. I would let you go, but I would get killed. Please, trust me."

"I-I can't trust you a-anymore. You f-fucking drugged me when I th-though you were my friend!" I sobbed, trying to get my hands to squeeze out of the cuffs. Michael sat next to me, pulled me into a hug. I fought him with all I had. I wiggled, I shoulder hit him. Soon, I just gave in and just cried into his chest. I believe Michael. He's being forced to hold me captive.

"I'm so sorry, Talia. He's coming. I have to go. Be strong, please." He said, placing his lips on my forehead for a while before standing up.

"Don't leave me, Michael Clifford. Who's coming?"

"Calum. Just don't fight him, okay? Do what he says. Be strong and when he's done I'll come back with supplies." My stomach churned. What was Calum going to do to me? Michael stood up and left the small metal cell. It was like being in jail. Maybe I was in an abandoned jail. I don't know. Just trying to get my mind off of what's happening. The door opened and shut hard as a tan guy with black hair and lots of tattoos came in.

"You must be Talia. I'm Calum." He introduced himself. I nodded and looked away from him. He wasn't that scary. Not as scary as Michael looked to be. No joke, I am terrified.

"We have a shy one here, now don't we?" Calum said, lighting a cigarette. Smoke filled the air as he puffed out. He walked over to me and pushed up my shirt so that my stomach was showing.

"A good girl? Straight A's and so many colleges excepting you. I don't understand how you wound up in all of this." His voice showed that he was entertained. Tears slid down my face.

"I don't want to be here." I whispered. Calum shot his head up to look me in the face. His brown eyes went dark and an evil smile came upon his face. He huffed in more smoke and shot it out of his mouth. Calum put the ashy part against my stomach causing me to scream out in pain.

"Please stop!" I screamed as he burned me once more. Calum pulled out a small knife from his pocket and started cutting a big 'C.H' into my arm. I cried at the blood dripped from my wrists.

"This should be fun." He whispered devilishly.
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I lay on the cold floor, in so much pain. Michael said he'd be here when Calum left. It's been about 2 hours and I am in so much pain. I wanted the pain and numbness to go away, but the feeling was excruciating. The cell door opened and I hide my face, just incase Calum came back.

"It's just me, Tally. You're okay." A familiar accent said. Michael walked up to me slowly. He sat Indian style in front of me and looked at my scars and burns from cigarettes. The pain on his face looked worse than the pain on mine.

"I'm so sorry he did this to you. He's a sick bastard." He choked. Michael looked as if he was going to cry. He took out a large towel. Michael wrapped it around my bare chest and tied it. Next was the bandages. He wrapped my scarred arms with bandages.

"Why did he cut you so many times?" Michael whispered, trying to hide the sadness in his voice. I watch as he wraps the white bandage around my arms.

"Every tear I shed he would mark me. He also initialed me." When he finished with my bandages, he helped me slide on a fresh pair of panties since I was still locked up.

"Michael Clifford?" He looked up at me in response. Tears pricked the edge of his eyes. A single drop slid down his cheek. I felt as if it was my fault he was crying.

"I'm sorry." Was all I said. Michael wiped his eyes quickly. He looked at me in shock Like I told him that unicorns were real.

"Why are you apologizing?"

"Because you are crying and I feel like it's my fault. You don't have to help me if it makes you cry." Michael sighed and grabbed the cuff that was connected to the floor and cuffed it to my foot. Then he went behind me go un cuff my hands. My first instinct was to wrap my arms around Michael's neck and hug him tight.

"It's not your fault. Calum can just get carried away with the abuse. He shouldn't abuse in the first place. I'm sorry I brought you into this. Just promise me you'll be strong until it's over?" Michael said, digging his face into the crook of my neck.

"I promise."

Notes

Hey guys!

First week of school was painful...

It was kinda like this \/ \/

Blah

Anywho. I Wuv u bananas. Lol. New name so whateva.

~Chelsea :) :) :) :)