Excessive (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 4.

Somehow my body had managed to fall into a deep sleep, letting me relax my brain. For a little while

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 "No!" I screamed running away from the gray vehicle chasing after me down the quiet road. My body kept moving past neighbors who were watching through their windows having no interest in helping the screaming girl running away from Savage men. "Please go away!" I screamed even louder tears streaming down my face.

The van accelerated behind me getting closer to me as I tried picking up my already fast pace. I was running out of breath but was fueled on pure adrenaline, as I rounded the corner into a two way street. Left or right were my only two options right now. Going with my gut I ran straight into the left road, with the van hot on my heels. My side was cramping but I couldn't give up now. I gasped in big gulps of air and continued my way down the windy road.

My adrenaline was dying down as I slowed down my speed. "No" I cried my body crumbling under so much pressure. I felt air being taken away from my lungs. I turned my head around and gasped as the van was literally right behind me, almost about to run me over if they sped up just a little. I cried in pain as I whipped my head back again but only to my horror to see that the street was a dead end.  

My heart stopped and dipped into my stomach. I felt as if I was going to be sick. My speed faltered before I completely stopped. The car came to a short stop inches behind me. I turned around and too my horror two big men walked out with black gloves on their hands. They ran towards me and I pushed my body back.

"Harlan's gonna like you" one of them snarled his gold teeth shining through his lips. "She puts up a fight" he said reaching out as I backed away.

"Please no" I cried as his hand latched onto my wrist. I yelped in shock trying to rid his dirty hand off my small wrist.

"No more running sweetheart" he said with a demon-like smirk.

My world crumbled and I saw blackness.

My eyes flew open as and my breath was caught in my throat. I sat up but almost knocked my mother in the head with my own. It was just a dream. I looked down to see my body covered in sweat. Tears formed in my eyes as I hugged my mother sobbing into her shoulder as she rubbed my back.

"Sh, honey. It's okay, it was just a dream" she cooed running her fingers over my now messy french braid. "I'm here, you're okay now" she breathed pressing a kiss to my forehead. "I think you should clean up a little" she said pulling away from my hug and hinting at my hair. I nodded before getting up from my bed and walking to the door. "Honey?" she said making my body turn around to face her. "What was your dream about?" she asked, concerned. I shook my head and walked to the bathroom across the hall.

As I walked to the mirror, I glanced at the reflection, I looked like a mess. My hair was everywhere, my eyes were puffy, and my body was covered in a layer of sweat. I turned on the water and splashed an ice cold handful of water on my face then lathered the pink soap letting it seep into my skin before wiping it off. I brushed my teeth quickly and undid the tie at the end of my braid.