full throttle || h.s. ||

seventy-two || you better run

   "For fuck's sake," Leo cursed, running a hand through his hair.

   "I don't know what happened, or who Harvey sent, but I swear...whoever it is, I'm not just going to kill them, I'm going to put them through hell," I muttered through gritted teeth, my hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

   "You don't think Harvey himself took her, do you?" Leo asked anxiously.

   "No, I don't. He's too much of a fucking coward," I laughed bitterly, finally reaching the end of Leonardo's driveway.

   "Styles, what about Alex?" Leonardo suddenly asked gravely.

   Fucking hell. Please don't be dead.

   But as if on cue, my phone began to ring, Leonardo wasting no time in pressing the answer button and then switching back to Finley's location.

   "Turn right," he instructed, and without even bothering to put on a turn signal, I peeled out across the road, earning a few irritated honks from other drivers.   

   "Harry, she's gone," Alex's frantic voice spoke through the phone, my heart rate increases even though it was something I already knew.

   "Alex, what the fuck happened?" I asked in irritation. I felt bad snapping at him, as I knew that he would do anything to protect her, but I couldn't help it, I was too on edge. 

   "I was packing the car, and some guy showed up. I've never seen him before in my life, I have no idea who he was.  He was driving a dark green Toyota Four Runner with some college sticker on the back of it," he rattled off.

   My heart dropped some more. 

   "I thought he was a neighbor or something at first, but then I saw the crowbar in his hand. I tried to call you or warn Finley, but it just...fuck, Harry, it happened so fast. I fought him off as best I could, but he must have knocked me out," he spat out, his breathing clearly erratic as he spoke.

   "Harry, fuck, Harry-" he tried to get out, his voice cracking as he tried to gather himself.

   "Harry, her car...it's fucking destroyed. I hardly recognize it. I-I don't think he worked for the mafia...I think he was sent to get her, but something about it...it felt personal," he continued, having to stop to take sharp breaths every once in a while.

   And at that moment...I knew exactly who it was.

   "No...no, no, no...fucking hell," I cursed out, glancing at the directions to Finley's moving location and taking a sharp left as I came up to a light, the tires squealing against the asphalt as I did so. 

   "What is it, Styles?" Leo asked, his eyes looking wild and terrified.

   "It's her ex-boyfriend. Fucking bastard. I knew Harvey was a disgusting and worthless piece of shit...but this is a new low," I cursed, my palms growing sweaty.

   "Alex, is there anything at the house? Anything sign of what happened after you got knocked out?" Leo asked.

   "The garage door was shut when I woke up, let me go inside," he responded, and I heard him running into the house.

   "Fuck," he muttered out.

   "What? What is it?" I asked hurriedly, hating not knowing what was going on even for a second.

   I heard him sniffle and choke out an incoherent statement, the circulation in my fingers practically nonexistent from how hard they were gripped around the steering wheel.