If I could fly {h.s} -

Chapter 2/3✅

I barged my way through before shoving my back against the door and sucking in as much oxygen as I could. My mouth splitting into a grin of triumph when I realised I made it. I was safe. I slid the bolt across the door before sliding down and stretching my legs out on the smooth wooden floor. I took in my surroundings.

It seemed I was in a large open plan apartment, not like one I had ever seen. It was phenomenal. It contained black furnishings, with crisp white walls with glass accents. It was a beautiful sight.  My eyes trailed around the room, in search of anything that might be valuable to me. I mean hell,I could make a lot of money just by taking the lampshade beside the sofa. I decided on my trophy before quietly making my way over to the coffee table, that proudly displayed the Rolex watch that was clearly dismissed on the crystal surface.  I beamed at my discovery, snatching it from It's position.

All of a sudden my feet left the floor and my body was pinned against the huge glass window, that took up the whole wall of the lounge area.

"Who the fuck are you and why are you taking my stuff?" His voice was dangerously calm, raspy, just as an attractive man's voice should be and when I opened my eyes I was met with a sight even prettier than the sound of his voice.

He was tall, dark curls dripping with water, and a towel swung low on his waist. Clearly I had interrupted his shower. I was so mesmerised by his appearance that I had to be brought back to reality by a harsh growl that was emitted from his throat.

"answer my fucking question you little thief!"

"I-I'm Lola Hampton, sir." I choked, barely able to breath because of our proximity. He was stunning after all, not to mention his strong hands that were held tightly around my throat. Enough to hold me still, but not enough to kill me.

"Well, Lola Hampton.." He mocked, a smirk pulling on to his face as he watched me quiver in his grip.

"Why are you taking my Stuff-"

His sentence was cut off by a harsh knocking on the door followed by an announcement that security were outside of the door. My eyes widened in horror, knowing the huge circumstance of getting caught. It wasn't like I was afraid of going to prison, I was afraid of my father's reaction. I'd rather be behind bars than face the wrath of my father in a heartbeat.

I watched the situation click into place in the handsome man's head before his smirk grew even wider.

"So you're a little runaway are you?" He smirked, pulling me in tighter.

"Now, what would you do for me if I helped you stay out of trouble?" His sly smile made my insides churn, but I knew I had no choice but to give this man what ever he wants. I couldn't get caught.

"Anything. Just please" I grimaced. Suddenly I felt the grip leave my wrists.

" Go to the end of the corridor and through the double doors, I will be with you shortly" He said before sauntering towards the door without a second glance back.  quickly shaking myself out of my stunned self, I briskly made my way through the double doors , just as the man had opened the door to come face to face with the police.

I listened quietly, waiting, hoping desperately that the man wouldn't hand me in. I couldn't trust him completely, I mean, I only just met the guy and it wan't like I was in his good books.

"Good evening Mr.Styles. I don't suppose you have seen a girl, just a little younger than yourself. She had brown hair, a leather jacket and some jeans. She was on the run and we can't seem to find her anywhere." The officer asked his voice softened to talk to a man that clearly had a huge stash of of gold somewhere. How rich was 'Mr Styles'way? I mean he did have a huge penthouse in NYC so he must be pretty wealthy.