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She Doesn't Know Me (Punk Harry Styles)

Under Arrest

Talia's P.O.V

Day 9 and I am still stuck in this cell. Cuts, burns, bites, and bruises covered my body worse than yesterday and the day before. It gets worse everyday. Calum hasn't saved me. Michael hasn't saved me. Ashton hasn't saved me. Then there was that tiny spark of hope that Harry would come. He said he loved me but obviously that was a lie.

I stare at the wall across from me, thinking that if I could become a bird I could fly away from here. I could be free. I've gone crazy. I am nuts. Mentally sick. I need help.

"Michael Clifford!" I call. I know I'm going to be beaten for talking without permission but I needed help. "I'm sick! I need to go to a hospital!" I shout. No one came in. What was the point? This is my life now. Hell's Angels' toy. I pull my knees up to my chest and hug them.

"You're not him, but I try to see you differently. I told a lie. You see I'm searching for what used to be my... whole. I saw your eyes and I saw his staring back at me. So I will try to find other one who suited me as well as him," I sang, changing all the hers to him.

For a while, I repeated that song. I don't know why but it made me feel better. Was it because Harry played it on his violin that one day? But how could Harry make me feel better? For 4 years, he was all but nice to me I just don't get it.

I lay down on my side and start to drift off. Thinking about birds and their freedom. Oh how I wish I had freedom. Right when I was about to be fully asleep, the door opened. I sat up slowly and rubbed the sleep from my eyes.

"C'mon, Talia." As my eyes began to focus, I saw that Luke was the one at the door.

"Huh?"

"You heard me. Get up. We're going out."

Harry's P.O.V

Nine days. Nine God damned days and I still haven't found Talia. I can't quit now, though. She's out there somewhere. Talia needs a superhero to save her. I can promise that it won't be Ashton Fuckwin.

I was pacing back and forth in the warehouse basement where everyone was besides Niall. He was trying to find some Hell's Angels costomer to spill. Niall left 3 hours and 17 minutes ago. He should be back by now.

"Harry. Stop pacing. You're making me dizzy." Louis groaned spinning his chair slightly to look at me. I glare at him. If only looks could kill...

"I have a right to worry, Louis!" I snapped. Louis must have had enough because he shot up from his chair and walk towards me. He grabbed a fistful of my shirt, inches from my face.

"I hope you remember that you are NOT the leader around here. I don't give two fucks of you are worried about this girl, you will not treat me like I'm not Alfa in this gang. Got it?" He said behind grinded teeth. I clench my jaw and stare into his now dark blue eyes. As if on que, Niall comes running down the stairs. I push Louis away and walk up to Niall.

"What'd you get?"

"We have to hurry. Luke texted me, saying they would be on 18th street in the Bronx at 9 pm. You have half an hour!" My mind was spinning. I was going to see Talia! I run up the stairs and towards the front door. I grab my motorcycle, hop on, and ride down the street. So many illegal crossings but I don't care right now.

When end I get on 18th street, I see 2 black figures. I pull up against the curb and walk up to Luke and Calum. Luke had on a wicked smile. He didn't change a bit.

"Hello, Harry." He said as if we are best friend. No.

"Where is she?" I get right to the point. A tall guy I haven't seen before gets out of a black Cadillac. His hair was a lilac-ish color. He had tattoos everywhere, as well as peircings. He looked at me with the corner of his eyes, obviously very sad. The lilac haired guy opens the back car door and out comes Talia. She was a wreck. Her hair was messy and her outfit was not picked by her, clearly. Black skinny jeans and a baggy navy blue sweatshirt.

When she looked up at me, I watch as her blue eyes grow bigger. A smile creeps on her lips and she ran up to me full speed. I engulf her in a hug, squeezing her as tight as I possibly could. I feel her cry as I run my hands through her messy hair.

"Shh. You're safe now. I'm here.." This had to be some kind of miracle. She's in my arms, not exactly in good shape but at least she's alive. I hear sirens blare in the background. There is always something illegal happening in New York, so I'm used to the sound and ignore it.

"I was scared I'd never get out." She cried. I kiss the top of her head and look at the 3 gang members. The weren't even a little guilty about what they did to poor Talia. Luke's smirk was still dancing on his lips.

"$3,000 and you can have the girl." I had a feeling he would ask. Thank God for all the lads pitching in. My dad may have helped a little when I said it was for a college. I keep my arm wrapped around Talia as I reach into my wallet, taking out the money. I hand it to him and hug Talia again.

To my surprise, police cars come racing down the street. The come to a screeching stop close to us. Several cops jump out of the cars with guns pointing at me. What? They were the ones keeping Talia captive!

"Step away from the girl!" One of them yelled. Talia squeezed my waist tight, refusing to let go. They come running up to me. Two grabbed my arms, forcing me away from Talia while another two pulled Talia away. Tears were streaming down her face as she tried pushing the officers back.

"Harry Styles. You are under arrest for the possession of illegal drug." A guy behind me said. My eyes widened as I stared at Talia's pale face. Hell's Angels! They set this whole thing up!

"No! No! Harry!" She screamed, trying to get out of their grip. I struggled as well, making another two police officers come and pull me back.

"Let me go! Talia!" I yelled, being pulled away farther. She continued fighting the officers to come closer to me.

"You're taking the wrong guy! Stop!" She screamed, pushing a skinny cop.

"Listen, Talia! I want you to run! Run far! Get somewhere safe! I love you!" I yelled at her. She was full on sobbing now. Screams came from her mouth, my name. The cops throw me into the back of the car. I look out the window to see that Talia was collapsed on her knees, head in hands.

Soon, we drove of...