Redemption

5

"Zayn," I murmured, my glassy eyes regarding his blank ones. I thought I saw a pang of guilt flash through his face, but it disappeared in his proudness, a grin settling on his face. My stomach clenched in disgust of his betrayal. Anger, hurt and fear recognised in my eyes. I don't know why I was so pissed, I guess I was so distracted on finding Eleanor that I didn't realise the illegal tattoos on his body.

His eyes watched me intently. He took a step forward and I stiffened. Harry moved away slightly but his hand remained around my wrist. I tried tugging it unnoticeably, but Harry gripped me tighter. I whimpered, freezing.

"Bet you didn't know you'd find your mate this way, huh, Styles?" Zayn smirked and I had the sudden urge to redden his cheek. Zayn turned to me, "How great is it to finally find the one you've been searching for?"

I clenched my jaw from yelling and took a threatening step forward. So did Harry. It took all my will to stand up for myself whereas inside I was terrified. How come I get such a dangerous criminal of a mate... Wait a moment. Criminal? Did... Did Zayn just call him, 'Styles'? B-but...his name is Harry, so his surname...

Harry Styles. The most wanted man on Earth currently.

I cowered low in fear, and Harry stared at me as if he knew I was realising now. "Harry Styles!" I shriek, and he only raised a brow in amusement.

"I am so glad I found you," he smirked. I turned towards the building of the party, "Help! Help me, it's Harry Styles!" One of Harry's hands clamped over my lips harshly and I howled again. My screams were muffled into a less volume.

I watched as Zayn walked away calmly, turning his head over the shoulder, "Wanna be a little careful with her, mate?"

Harry chuckled darkly, "If she is a good girl, I'll save my rough actions for the next time she misbehaves," his tongue ran over his lips before sinking his teeth into it, "I hope that won't happen again, Evelyn." I squeezed my eyes tightly. Why Harry Styles?

Though it was still weird hearing my name roll off his tongue. I'd think he'll be calling me something cruel, I thought he'd be one who tortured me and slaved me. I shook my head softly. We weren't home yet. You have no idea how I'm going to treat you, he seemed to be in my head.

Zayn was gone, and now, I was left with the most unpredicted man on Earth, in the darkness.

-

A sticky strip of duct tape was sprawled over my mouth and tightly sealed my hands together in front of me. Fortunately, Harry didn't tie down my feet, so I've been thinking of a plan to flee as soon as I was out of this damn car.

The car was dark, everything was black, including the leather seats. Unfortunately, I wasn't sitting on one of them. I was laid in the boot. I have such a lovely boyfriend.

Halfway through the drive, I wouldn't stop squirming and screaming and banging on the door, trying to get it open. Harry got extremely frustrated and had to pull over. Of course, being the frightened person I was, I stood still as I heard his door bang shut very loudly, my heart in my mouth. When the door opened, I was met with a very tall, dark figure, in his big hands were another roll of thick silver tape and handcuffs.

Least to say, the cuffs were around my wrist, tied to the back, half of the tape stinging my skin on my ankles. I still wore a dress and heels, though I weren't wearing my shoes anymore, I was extremely uncomfortable. Being tied firmly with tape wasn't helping at all.

'I have to do something like this ever again, I swear to you, you will be punished.' Harry warned deliberately. Which is why I stay in the car with low self-esteem. Harry was bouncing over rough roads, but now, because we drove swiftly over smooth concrete, and the vibration of the car was soothing, my eyelids felt as if they weighed a tonne.

I felt my eyes closing and my body shutting down slowly. And then, I jerked forward, hitting the door once again, pain building up in my head. Stay awake! God knows what Harry will do to you when you fall asleep. "Evelyn," Harry growled, and I could just feel his eyes focused on the seats as if he could see through it and glare at me.

Ow. My head. I just want to sleep! I always sleep before 10 PM to get ready for school. Damn you, Finn, if it weren't for you're mesmerising eyes, I would have rejected your invitation for the party right in front of you. I should have never gone to that party. Then I wouldn't be handcuffed in the back of a criminal's car.

Poor Eleanor, she must be horrified. Though I highly, highly doubt it, I hope that man was treating her right. Better than Harry treating his mate, anyway.

The car jerked upwards as if it had driven over a bump. The speed slowed down, and soon, the car stopped moving. Horror dreading me as I curiously wondered where Harry had brought me.

I heard him step out of his car, and I suppressed a sob. I bit my lip, hoping to run. But I couldn't. My feet were tied. So were my arms, and I'd probably fall in two minutes without using my arms' way of balancing.

The door opened, and without thinking twice, I closed my eyes, trying to make it look as if I was asleep. My face was buried in the back of the seats, my back towards Harry Styles where warm summer night air was blowing on my exposed back and legs. I felt his powerful arms slide underneath me, and soon, I was sliding towards him. His arms easily lifted me up and onto his chest. Harry left the door open because he was occupied holding me bridal style towards wherever. His large hand squeezed the bottom of my thigh, the other painfully close to touching my chest. My head lolled into the crook of his neck so he was breathing down my back.

I felt pure terror when I heard a clank and the noises of Harry's footsteps changing; as if he was stepping on something smooth, like tiles. I guessed we were inside. I pretended to slightly stir, because I wanted to 'wake up' and see where we were. I noticed how Harry's breathing was heavy and how his grip was tight with me, as if he was impatient.

My eyes slowly fluttered open and I peeked at where we were. We seemed to be in an empty neighbourhood. It was dark, so I couldn't see. There was only one street lamp flickering repetitively, so I could dimly see the silhouettes of the broken and weed-choked houses. It reeked of smoke. I caught the glimpse of the lamp flickering off once again before Harry had turned a corner, and I could no longer see outside.

I felt something soft beneath my body. I was laid down on a mattress or a couch. I heard Harry's footsteps slowly fade away. I guessed he was going to close the door. I took that as my chance to look around; I was in the living room. An old desk by the corner with a few scribbled documents thrown onto the ebony wood. The couch was sturdy, a soft carpet on the ground, a small television on the table. It was pretty clean for a murderer.

I tried to move my arms but they remained cuffed behind my back. My legs went through the hole my hands made, so my arms were in front of me. I quickly pulled at my ankles. The tape was unbearable and it brought a lot of pain.

I stepped out of the room, stumbling because of the tape. I walked through a narrow corridor before finding myself in the kitchen. I quickly rummaged through draws, but then, I saw an instrument winking at me. I quickly jerked up and hopped towards the table. I grunted, bending over to reach for the pair of scissors. Thank God.

I immediately grabbed it with one arm and began to cut open the tape. It peeled away from my ankles, before I heard his voice. "Evelyn," it was stern and frightful with the hint of mock, "where the hell have you got to?"

I quickly rushed into the hallway and found another door. I quickly, but quietly, closed the door after I had entered. It was a bedroom. Clean, like everywhere else. I collided with the floor, scurrying over the woollen carpet and underneath the bed. I squeezed my eyes closed and snuggled to the cold wall, hiding as much as I could.

Everything grew silent. I heard footsteps walk past. The door and I felt my heart beat slow down, but I didn't relax. I soon heard loud banging and crashing noises, of doors closing and frames falling and glass breaking. I breathed hard, my chest heaving up and down. My knees were shaking, my whole body trembling. My lips quivered, so I bit it.

The silence was slowly found with his voice and footsteps, "Evelyn. Where are you?" I swallowed harshly, but he didn't give up. His voice boomed loudly and I almost screamed in terror. I heard the familiar creak, and the door scraping against the flush carpet. I froze, listening. But then, the doors closed, and I sighed in relief.

Long slender, warm fingers wrapped around my ankles and yanked me down. I cried out, my throat hurting from how loud I screamed. My body felt numb as adrenaline rushed through me. I tried to grip something--anything, but nothing had enough friction. And then, I saw him on his knees. Towering over me. A friendly, sarcastic smile over his face. His hand pressed onto the floor beside my head, lifting himself above me just as our bodies were touching.

"Found you," his deep voice rasped. I gasped and tried to shuffle away from Harry. His hands grabbed my arms and hauled me onto my feet. I tried to shove at his chest, but he once again caught my wrists and threw them to my sides. He twisted his head to the side, "How many times do I need to tell you to behave?" Harry grumbled. I slowly turned my head, to find a way to escape. That was his cue to roughly grab my hips, his thumbs pressing onto my hip bones, before throwing me over his broad shoulder. I squealed and tried my best to throw myself off him. I almost slipped off when he pulled me against him.

"You have been a very, very bad girl, Evelyn," his voice was husky and hot. A hand rested on my bum and I gasped, immobilised for a second. Harry chuckled, seeming to enjoy his time whilst I was dying. "I think you need to learn a lesson."

-

I managed to slide out of his strong arms and tried to run, but he had a hold of me once again, manhandling me. Harry threw me against the wall so I was sandwiched between the wall and himself. My back hurt, but for now, I tried to stay as far as possible. My hands pushed at his hard chest but he easily held me to the wall. I turned my head so I didn't have to look at his face.

He chuckled darkly. "That was fun," he admitted and I scoffed, "but you shouldn't go hiding from me. You need my permission first. If you want to have some fun--" his face nuzzled into the soft skin of my neck, and the fullness of his pink lips placed a lingering kiss onto my collarbone, "--you've just got to ask."

I whimpered, continuing to hopelessly prod him away. He snickered at my weak attempts to freedom. "I like you, Evelyn. You're different from other girls." I wondered what he meant by that. Did some idiots really give themselves to the most impatient and deadly person in the world?

And then, it hit me. Nobody knew what he looked like. All his victims were killed...by him. All of those girls he chose to hook up with...died. My heartbeat rose rapidly and I punched him in the chest. "Leave me alone, you freak!" Harry moved his head away from my neck and watched me intently. "Let me go, please!" I began to feel wet tears sliding down my face. I tried to hit as hard as I can, but Harry didn't budge. I slumped against the wall, throwing my head back so I don't have to see his flawless face.

Harry seemed to grow mad, by the strong grip on me. I was sure to leave bruises in a day. "You really, really deserve a spanking." he growled in my ear as I just whimpered in pain. Instead, Harry's hand held the back of my thigh whilst he, once again, leaned in forward. His mouth pressed to my skin once again. His heart-shaped lips parted and he leaned closer. His mouth placed another wet kiss onto my tanned skin. I fisted his dark shirt in between my fingers as I felt him harshly suck. He drew blood to the top of my skin. He stayed there for a while, his hand slowly fingering my thighs, running up my dress. I used my hands to push his hand away, hard with cuffs, but he held them above my head. He continued to suck my delicate skin roughly, using one of his hands to hold my wrists and the other wrapped around the nape of my neck, keeping me from moving away. His hips slowly moved over mine, pressing me towards the wall so I couldn't move. Harry's warm tongue slid over my skin, his teeth grazing over me, making me gasp.

He finally released me, and I once again, slumped against the wall. Both of our breathing was uneven and heavy. Harry ran his tongue over his lips, "Next time you disobey me," he said, his hand giving my thigh one last squeeze before dropping his hand, "I promise you I'd give you more than a love bite. A slap on your sexy ass, or a good f**k. You choose."