- HARRY -
"Harry!"

I sat up at the sound of my sister’s cry. What are they doing back so early? It was only three.
"Harry!"

"In here Gem," I called. A moment later they appeared, all three wearing a look somewhere between worry and guilt. I frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Katrina...she-she freaked out," Sophia admitted before wrapping herself in Liam's arms. I turned to Gemma demanding an explanation.

"We were out shopping and Kat had actually gotten pretty into it. We even convinced her to let us get her three new outfits," Gemma started.

I refrained from rolling my eye at what I knew was going to be a longer story then necessary.
"We thought everything was going great and then...well we were just leaving when she saw a magazine at a newsstand..."

Louis and Liam let out groans.

"She started freaking out and demanding to know who you all were," continued Gemma. "We tried to calm we down and get her to come back here so you could explain but-"

"She ran off," Sophia cut in. Liam and Louis exchanged a glance before turning to me with a nod.

"We should go find-"

"No," Gemma said adamantly. "She made us promise not to go look for her. She was really upset...saying she can't be seen with any of us and how you never should have helped her in the first place."

"That's ridiculous," scoffed Louis.

“No what’s ridiculous is you trying to hide who you were from her.”

“Well we didn’t think it was that big of a deal!”

"Why didn't you guys just tell her?" Gemma pressed.

"I don't know," I answered honestly.

Maybe because I wanted to know what it was like to meet someone who didn’t know me as ‘Harry Styles from One Direction’ but just as Harry. I ran my hands through my hair and once again sat down. Why would she run away when she found out whom we were? It just didn't make sense.

"Well you should have at least told her you were famous, that's a bit of a shock..."

"I don't know why we didn't tell her!" I half yelled. Though I immediately regretted it as I sunk back onto the chair. Gemma flared her nostrils at my outburst and I shot her an apologetic look.

"Do you know if she's running from anyone?" Gemma quizzed.

"We figured she was but she wouldn't admit it," Liam answered before I could. "She had these horrible cuts and bruises all over her."

"That's awful!" Cried Lottie. Gemma sat down on the couch, her chin in her hand and a small frown on her brow. I knew that look all too well.

"What are you thinking?" I asked curiously.

"Well there's only one reason I can think of her being so upset on finding out who you were..." She paused dramatically.

"Which is..."

"Her picture was all over the news wasn't it? She probably freaked out that whoever is looking for her saw it."

"Why wouldn't she just tell us though?" Questioned Louis.

"Oh yeah, cause she's totally the type of girl to divulge all of her secrets to total stranger," Sophia replied sarcastically.

"But she knows we were here to help," I countered.

"How many men do you think have told her that before?" Gem replied. "There's a reason she's so secretive Harry."

"We can't just sit and do nothing if she's that terrified," I protested. I was slightly annoyed that Gem wasn't supporting me on this. We were raised to help people in need.

"We could ask the fans to find her," mused Louis. "I swear they're the god damn CIA."

Louis, Liam and I all let out laughs. It was true. Our fans could see a video of me talking to a girl at a club and the next day they could have her name, address, and date of birth.

"Yeah! We could dm the one...aubreystylinson something. She literally finds out everything."

"Are you all mad?" Cried Gemma. "We have no idea what her situation is. We could just be putting her in more danger! We have to let her do what she thinks is best. When she wants help, she'll ask for it."

I let out a sigh and nodded. Gem was right. We really had no idea what Katrina was so afraid of and until we did there was nothing we could do.

"The fun has arrived!"

We all turned to see Niall and Zayn stroll in. Niall immediately frowned at our sullen faces.

"Wha'd we miss?"




- KATRINA -
I sat in the back of the bus with my feet propped up on the seat in front of me and my head pressed against the cold glass. I was freezing, starving, and exhausted. Pulling the flannel closer to my body I let myself give in to sleep.

"Miss. 'Scuse me, miss?"

I jumped awake to see the bus driver staring down at me with concern.

"I'm on my last round for the night. Is there somewheres you needed to get to?"

I smiled at the old man, he looked sweet and I was grateful for him not kicking me off. "No thank you, I'll just get off at you're last stop."

"You sure?" He frowned. "There's a shelter-"

"Others need it more than I do tonight," I replied with a smile. Truth was I was terrified to go to a shelter. Last time I had run Johnny stationed people outside the entrances knowing I'd show up eventually.

The bus driver nodded and returned to his seat. After another half hour he had reached his last stop. I got up and made my way to the front to thank him. He smiled sweetly before holding out a $10 bill.

"Do this old man a favor and go get a nice warm drink and something good to eat."

"Thank you..."

"The names Albert."

“Thank you Albert."

"Don’t mention it. If you go down two blocks to the right my friend Ed is driving the night bus. He’ll be stopping in half an hour."

"Thank you so much Albert," I replied honestly.

"Take care of yourself kid."

With one last wave I stepped off the bus and headed towards the stop Albert had told me about. I know enough of this area to remember that there was a small diner on the corner.
I headed inside and took the old mans advice, ordering a hot chocolate and a plate of eggs, ham, and hash browns. I was only able to eat about half of everything they gave me, but it was much needed fuel. And I even had a $1.37 left over for a snack later. Just as I turned to leave a hand caught my arm roughly.

"There you are Katrina..."

I looked up to see two of Johnny's thugs. My blood ran cold but I did my best to remain calm.
"Don't tell me you came all this way just for little ole me."

"Come on Kat," he hissed. "J would like a word."

They pulled me outside and into a sleek black car. The ride was completely silent, though that was to be expected. I used the quiet to begin to concoct a believable story, though with little success. Once we reached the mansion I was guided inside and upstairs to the library. They had once made the mistake of keeping me on the first floor, but after I had escaped through the window they learned their lesson. I sat down on one of the swivel chairs, picking up a nearby book and attempting not to loose my shit.

"Looks like you've finally found your way home kitten."

I continued to read the page I was on as he took a seat in the chair across from me. Once he was sitting I shut the book and looked up at the man who haunted my dreams.

He had jet-black hair that had been greased to perfection. His clean-shaven face and confident demeanor was enough to put him in a respectable crowd. However it was the pure obsession with profit that brought him down to nothing more than a common thief.

"May I borrow this book?" I asked.

He broke into a smile, "how about a deal, you tell me everything you know about One Direction and I'll let you have the book."

"Deal." I smiled. "Would you like me to start from the beginning? It's quite a story."

"I love your stories."

"Well…I just happened to be strolling down Millionaire Boulevard one night when I noticed there was one house that I have never in my life seen lit. I broke in and stayed at the house for a few days. On the third day the owner and his friends came home."

"Which one owns it?"

"Harry."

Johnny nodded slowly and motioned for me to continue.

"Well apparently they thought I was a fan and called the cops. But now comes the interesting part. After the police booked me, the boys sprung me and took me back to their place..."

"Were they naughty?" He mused.

I took a breath and told him the truth, praying my plan would work. "No if you'll believe it. They gave me food, clothes and the guest bedroom."

"Not one of them touched you?"

"No."

"Kitten...if you're lying..."

"I swear on my life Johnny. I thought for sure they would pull something but they never did." I replied honestly. "It freaked me out so I ran away while they were out this afternoon."

"It freaked you out that they didn't do anything?" Johnny laughed.

"I didn't know what to do! They kept looking at me like I was some fragile little doll that would break if they touched me. They didn't want anything to do with me except get me in some rehab center or something."

Johnny stood up and strode to the other side of the room. He was plotting. I had hoped that on hearing the boys weren't interested in my sexually he might leave them be...but the longer the silence carried on the more I realized this was not the case. He walked over to the desk and pulled out a small black case before speaking.

"Alright Kitten, here's what you're going to do," he said, sitting on the edge of my chair. "You’re going to go back there."

"What?" I frowned. He grabbed my face roughly and forced me to look at him.

"I want you to go back and do what you do best."

"But-"

He smacked me across the face. The motion reverberated throughout my body and it was all I could do not to cry out.

"You're going to go back and use those persuasive hips of yours to pay off your debt."

"They won't fall for it," I replied before he had the chance to hit me again. "I'll be in prison within a month anyway."

"I'll talk with my friend in the DAs office about your charges," he replied. Then he broke into a smile. "I'm very proud of you Kitten. I knew you were my favorite for a reason."

He bent down and kissed me gently. I remained still as his lips moved down my neck. I had leaned not to stop him once he had started.

Notes

Sorry I lied. I took way to long to update - hopefully you can forgive me! But prepare yourself! Things are about to get interesting.