"Harry, I need to talk to you," I said, gently shaking Niall's hand from mine. He rolled his eyes and got up from the chair he was seated in.
I turned around and opened the door and walked into the hallway. Niall started to step in the hallway after Harry, but I shook my head no. He gave me a worried look but nodded and closed the door.
"What do you want?" Harry snapped. He sounded angry, so I took a step back.
Suddenly, I was nervous.
"I- um- we need to talk about.. us," I stammered.
Why am I so nervous?!
"What, are you scared of me or something," he snickered. "Shut up! No I'm not scared--"
He closed the distance between us, and only then did I realize that my back was pushed against the wall.
"Sure about that?" He smirked. He had his arms on either side of my body, so I was trapped against the wall.
I wonder if they would hear if I started hitting the wall... I glanced to the door, thinking about yelling to get Niall.
"Don't even think about it," Harry whispered sternly. He grabbed my arm and yanked me towards the elevator.
Where is he taking me? I was lying when I said I wasn't scared. I was completely terrified as Harry was dragging me out of the hotel. I couldn't remove my arm from his grasp. "You can let me go now, I won't go anywhere."
As far as you know.
He turned around and looked at me, trying to tell if I was lying. He sighed and released my arm. I kept walking behind him for a few minutes, and periodically, he would check to make sure I was still there. Once he stopped checking for me, I turned around and started running as fast as possible back to the hotel.
Please let two years in track be worth something!

Notes

Rate, comment, subscribe. Comments and feedback help me tremendously!
Thanks for reading!
~Mikayla
P.S. Please read my comment under this!