She Doesn't Know Me (Punk Harry Styles)

Harry's P.O.V

The music was blasting when I walked into Savannah's gigantic house. Stupid rich girl. It reeked of alcohol and smoke. Not a huge shocker, though. Everywhere I looked, girls were grinding on guys with intoxicating beverages spilling from their cups. I swear, if Sam isn't here I am going to beat him. Like on que, the short, blond boy comes up to me.

"Harryyy! You made it!" He slurred. Drunk already. Probably got here 5 minutes ago. This kid can gulp down a drink faster than answering the first question on his quiz. I roll my eyes at his drunken state.

"You idiot. Who drove you here?" I asked even though I couldn't care less about this drunk. He laughed loudly, obviously not hearing me. Sam slung his arm over my should and pointed his drink at a group of girls. Among those girls was Savannah Martin. She was a rich good girl. Her dad owned this stupid company, making her drown in money. Daddy lets his little princess do whatever she wants. Bet she's on crack.

"Savannah's riiiight there, dude. Don't forget our deal!" He says. I shake Sam's arm off of my shoulder and make my way over to Savannah, stealing a random guys drink and gulping it down for safe measures. She looked over at me, then whispered something to her group of prissy girls. She had on a red dress that ended at her thighs. Her breast were very visible, makings want to throw up.

"Hey, Savannah!" I say over the loud music. Her friends walked away quickly, leaving us alone. We talked, danced, and drank most of the night. Somewhere around my 7th cup of my exotic drink, I found her hot. One thing led to another, we were upstairs. Our shirts were off and we kissed sloppily. I lay her down on the bed so I was hovering over her. I tug at her hair, causing a moan from her.

"Mmmm. Harry." Her hands explored my body. To be honest, I was extremely drunk and didn't know what I was doing. Savannah went to suck on my neck, making me moan.

Right then, her face popped in my brain. Talia's. Her blond hair and beautiful eyes. Those nerdy glasses that I joke her about but find oh so attractive. The way she hates me so much but I see her laugh slightly. The look on her face when I played my violin for her that one day. She was lost in the music, just like me. I just loved her so much. Yes, I love Talia Dawson.

"Talia..." I moan. Her lips disconnect from my neck, staring at me with disbelief. I just said Talia's name! I jerk away from Savannah quickly. What am I doing?

"Talia?" She asked. I looked around her room. Here were pop boy band posters everywhere. Some magazine snips of models hung around and there were bubblegum pop band albums by her night stand. Talia's room would be so much different. Her walls would be covered with that classical music player, Gustavo Dudamel guy she constantly talks about. There would be Yo Yo Ma albums instead of that boy band and instead of model snippets there would be study notes or sheet music.

"Talia... Talia! Oh my God! Talia!" I stared to freak out, remembering what has happened. The memory of her lock of hair flooded my vision. What have I done? Even though Talia and I aren't dating, I feel like I'm cheating. I dart for my shirt as fast as I can.

"What the hell?! You say some other girl's name while we were making out?! Everyone was right! You are a douche bag!" Savannah yelled. I ignore her and fix my hair in her mirror. Savannah is not the girl I want, nor will she ever be. Without another word, I wobble down the stairs, still a bit intoxicated. Sam rushed up to me once he spotted me.

"Heyyyyy! What happened?" He asked, showing me a 50 and a 20. I push the money out of the way and walked past him, out the door. The cold air hit me hard but I walk through it. The walk to the warehouse wasn't far. Maybe about 3 blocks. So, 3 blocks later, I charge in to see the lads lounging on the couch.

"Why are you guys just hanging around?! They have Talia!" I yelled, marching over to the table where the lock of her hair was kept. So smooth and silky. Just as I imagined.

"There's nothing we can to, Harry. I'm sorry." Liam said, standing up and stands next to me. I shot my head over at him. What does he mean there's nothing we can do?! There's a lot of things we could do to save her!

"Why don't you guys get off you're lazy asses and help me track her down. Hell's Angels have her! Who knows what they could be doing to her right now?!" I yelled and rushed over to Liam's laptop. There had to be someway to track their hideout.

"We've tried everything. You smell like cigarettes and beer. Looks like you've tried your best, too." Liam said sarcastically. I shoot up and grabbed the collar of Liam's shirt, slamming him into the wall behind him.

"You better shut the fuck up, Payne. Or I will literally cause pain to you. We WILL find Talia. Now get behind that god damned laptop and do something!" I say while gritting my teeth. He nodded. I let go, and he rushed to his computer to type about rapidly. Niall stood up next.

"I've tried my best to get info from their customers but no one would spill." No hope was lost over that. I am going to save Talia, even if I die in the process.

Talia's P.O.V

The pain wouldn't stop. As soon as I finally calmed down and the pain eased, Luke or Calum would come in and make me start all over again. There were bruises everywhere on my skin, along with burns and cuts. That was their specialty. Causing pain to me excited them. Michael was the only one that cared. He had to pretend to hurt me a couple times by holding me down and crawling on me as I cried out.

At the moment, I was laying down on the cold ground whilst listening to Christina Aastrand play on her piano. Michael allowed me to have music play on the radio across the room. I couldn't reach anything within 5 feet of me due to the chain around my ankle. At least my hands were free. The big door opened and in came Calum. I hid my face quickly, which didn't help because he could obviously see me even though I couldn't see him.

"Oh come one, sweetheart. Look at Daddy for me." Tears spilled from my eyes instantly. Not again. I hit my head with my fist as hard as I could. I wanted it to end. No one was coming to save me. I continued banging on my head as hard as possible. Two hands grabbed my wrists and forced them down. I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"Let go of me! I want to die! I want to die!" I screamed with tears running down my cheeks. One of Calum's huge hands covered my mouth to muffle my cries. I didn't want to live. I wanted this all to be over. If I made it out safe somehow someway, this memory would burn in my head forever. Being dead would be much better.

"Sh, princess. Stop saying that. You don't want to die." Calum said calmly. Oh, but I did. As I quieted my screams, Calum released his hand. I cried hard.

"Please, don't hurt me." I begged, scooting away from him so I was pressed against the wall. Calum chuckled and pulled a loose strand of hair away from my face. I flinch slightly. Force of habit now.

"I didn't ask to be like this Talia. I never wanted to hurt you. I have no choice." He whispered. How could I believe a snake like him? He burned me. He cut me. He raped me repeatedly. And through all this torture, he'd laugh. What a lying bastard.

"You did. Over and over and over..." I say, hitting my head again. With every 'over' I said, I'd hit my head harder. Calum grabbed my hands again, pulling them behind my hp ack and handcuffing them. Oh, great. I screamed again, scared he was getting ready to rape me again.

"Shhhh. Quiet. I'm not touching you. Look." He said, holding his hands in the air for proof. I struggle to get out of my cuffs.

"I want to go home! Please! I'm hurting. I have burns, bruises, and cuts absolutely everywhere. Just let me go and I won't tell anyone about this." I begged, staring into his chocolate brown eyes. They weren't as black as they looked every time he came in here. Calum looked down at my legs and arms to see them all.

"This is out of my hands, Darling. Derrick is our leader and we can't disobey him." He said. I cry silently, just staring at him. Why doesn't he just rape me right now and get it over with? I waited for a while before he took out his pocket knife. I flinch back, ready for another cut. And that's what I got. It was right at the top of my foot, somewhere he hasn't cut me before.

"Hold on a second, Talia." He said before I cried out. His finger swiped up the blood from my foot and he wrote on the floor. I couldn't see, though. Every couple of seconds, he'd swipe up some more of my blood and go back to writing. When he finished, I read the red print. 'I'll help you soon.' I look up at Calum in disbelief. He peck my lips softly then stood up and walk out.

This fire started to build in my stomach as I thought of someone. Someone who said he loved me but failed to show it. Someone who people paint a picture of as a bad guy, but the picture I paint is totally different. Someone who I thought I hated...

Harry Styles.

Notes

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not that good! :|

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