Sage
I spend the next few minutes sitting against the wall. I don't think Niall realizes how much what he was doing meant to me. The fact I wasn't going to be killed right now was of course relief.
However, the relief doesn't last long and I hear footsteps approaching the room. Sitting against the wall my heart skips a beat. I don't know if my fear for Harry will ever fade. No matter how long I'm trapped here for.
He opens the door and immediately his eyes meet mine. My hands immediately shake as he continues to stare at me. A reflex at this point. His black beanie was replaced by a grey one. He's wearing a black v- neck t-shirt that hangs extremely low, exposing his tattooed chest.
I would find Harry attractive if this was another situation. But at the moment Harry was the most unattractive person in the world to me.
" You want to come for a drive? " His accent is stronger than ever. Why is he asking me this? I can't imagine it's because he wants to have some fun.
I'm quick to nod my head. Any chance to get out of this hotel room I will take. This could be a trick but I'm too desperate to do anything else.
" Come on then." I put my shoes on from under my bed and stand up beside him.
" You try and runSage , and I'll make you regret it." His voice is menacing and rough. I'm not going to run. Not after my last poor attempt. He's full of his usual threats.
" I mean it, now hold onto my arm. "I make the mistake of hesitating as he lifts his arms towards me. But with a warning glance, I grip his forearm.
I try and keep my distance from him but we're attached at the hip. Literally. Without warning, he wraps a blindfold around my eyes before leading me out the door.
" I've got you. "He replies at a response to my sudden stop. My eyes being covered made the terror worse. Being this vulnerable with Harry was unfamiliar but inevitable. I hold onto his arm tighter as we walk down the stairs. He grips my shoulders lightly. The walk seems to last for ages but finally, I feel the cool air on my skin.
Stepping outside is extremely refreshing. I'd devolved an extreme headache from the cramped room and walking out feels amazing. My sense of having no control is strong though. With the only thing to rely on Harry's arm.
I hear him unlock the car. He opens the door and guides me into the front seat. I feel his presence beside me and he starts the car. I'm still blindfolded and I don't dare to try and take it off.
" You can take that off now." Harry's rough voice echoes through the car. I take off the material over my eyes the brightness hitting me.
Were in the middle of nowhere it appears with only fields surrounding us. The seats of Harry's car are sleek and black.
The silence in the car is loud. I haven't talked to Harry since last night, and I don't plan on doing it. While he drives he taps his ringed fingers on the steering wheel, keeping a steady rhythm. His hands are huge covering almost the whole thing. His long ringed fingers moving.
I could try and bang on the window. But there's no one around for miles. I'd be playing a useless game. I could try and jump out of the car. I might get knocked down as Harry's driving at an illegal pace. It could be worth a try. I've got nothing to lose.
It's almost as if Harry can read my thoughts. " Don't you dare, the doors are locked anyway." He must have seen me staring at the lock. Well, there goes that.
" I heard you laughing this morning." His voice has slight amusement to it and his fingers stay tapping the wheel.
" What was so funny blondie ? " The word physically makes me cringe. I've always hated nicknames especially corny ones like blondie. My dad used to call me that when I was younger.
Way to wreck that Harry.
" I think I've already told you this but I don't like repeating myself." His voice is more intimating now. He hates being ignored.
" Cat got your tongue? I'm warning you, Sage. "
" Niall said something okay, and it made me laugh. " I'm so frustrated right now. Like always. Talking to Harry is a rollercoaster. It's unpredictable and discomforting. Harry is a ticking time bomb. Everything making him closer to exploding.
" I'm glad you're having a good time. " He chuckles, the sarcasm not even disguised.
" Your Dad was on the news last night saying how much of a tragedy this was. " He says this so heartlessly that My eyes fill with tears at the thought of my Dad doing that. He's always on the news, he owns one of the biggest oil companies in the US. But the fact now is that he's lost me and my Mum. It makes my anger too strong. I picture him alone crying like he did when my Mum died. His only joy is gone.
But it also hurts, it hurts my heart so bad to think of him. Alone in his house, with no one left. How the fuck is Harry so heartless. My tears are becoming stronger and I place my head on my knees. A safety position.
I feel Harry's eyes on me but I don't even lookup. Beside me is the man who destroyed my life, took away all my brightness and replaced it with eternal darkness.
I'd never felt more alone than in this moment. I'd never felt more helpless than at this moment. There was nothing I could do, this was my fate.
And deep down I knew I deserved this.
" Your quiet today. " His voice makes me even more upset. Is he that fucking oblivious?
" Can you blame me, Harry?" I manage to sniffle from my lap. The vulnerability I'm showing now is overwhelming. My whole life I've kept my emotions behind closed doors.
But here I was sitting beside a psychopathic stranger and bawling my eyes out.
Harry pulls over the car beside an empty valley. The grass is cream and dead and it appears to be empty for miles. Is this where I was going to die? He must have had enough of me and I can't say I blame him.
Harry steps out of the car, walking around it. He opens my door. Staring up at him I'm sure he's going to kill me.
" Aren't you getting out?" I stay making eye contact with him. Why would I walk into my murder, if I was going to die I could at least put up a fight.
" Just get out of the damn car Sage. " He sounds fed but so am I. Harry was treating me as I was disposable. I couldn't even start to understand what he was getting out of this.
" Harry looks, you can't just treat people as if there objects. You told me two minutes ago my Dad was on the news crying because his only daughter was ripped away from him for no reason. You can't expect me to jump out of this car., and walk out possibly to my death. You're not being fair here."
I can't believe I said what I was thinking. I'm usually someone who completely suppresses any anger but Harry brings a new side to me.
" Nothing about the way I act is fair, so save your tears for another day. Suck it up. I'm not going to kill you now, I was simply going to let you walk around. "
A part of me believes Harry but most of me have zero trust in this man. I stand up however as I don't want an even more agitated Haeey by my side. Angry Harry is terrifying.
" Smart choice. " He begins walking into the wooded area and I appear to have no choice but to follow him. Something I'm getting used to.
Having no choice.
The instinct to run is strong but I see the gun in Harry's jeans. I immediately recognise the black object. He'll shoot me before I can say anything.
" I'll unlock the door of your room. "He says suddenly halting. " You can walk around the top floor when the boys and I are at work."
" Why?" Why is Harry suddenly trying to help me this is all too fucking confusing.
" I'm aware that you can't stay locked in that room forever." He doesn't make eye contact as he speaks but instead looks away. The man in front of me is the single most confusing thing ever.
Is Harry bipolar? Maybe he genuinely feels bad for me, but I highly doubt it. His actions and voice couldn't be less sympathetic.
" Thank you." I must be going crazy. I'm thanking the man who ruined my life. He turns around to walk back in the direction of the car, ignoring my gratitude.
We walk silently for the next while. A comfortable silence. The walk is clearing my head and I feel better than I've felt for the last few days. Harry's brow is firmly furrowed like he's deep in thought.
We eventually reach the car. He signals for me to open the door and I reach out my hand. As soon as I do Harry inhales extremely deeply obviously suddenly angry.
He looks down when he sees my hands and for a minute I'm confused. Then I realize. The shock bolts through my body and my limbs become weak. My hand is already purple and bruised at the knuckles from punching Niall. And now Harry's realized. I'm absolutely fucked with this one.
He's going to kill me.
" Get in the fucking car. " He grunts ruthlessly. Partially shoving my back in. His touch is electric and harsh. Causing my back to arch. I quickly sit down in the seat. My hand immediately starts shaking again, this time more violently than ever before. He slams the door so harshly I can't help but flinch dramatically. Once again shaking. It's like I can't stop.
" You punched Niall didn't you?" His hand lands on my lap and his touch is anything but affectionate. It's furious if anything. I would rather be anywhere but here right now.
" Bloody hell Sage, answer me." He spits this out his hand now digging slightly harder onto my knee. He isn't yelling though, staying true to his word.
I look over and gently nod at him. There's no point denying it now Looking into his fiery green eyes, they look as though they contain the fiery pits of hell.
He was a devil in disguise.
" You didn't think I was going to find out, how fucking dumb do you think I am. " His fingers are now pressing into my leg so hard that it's painful.
" Niall's been nothing but sweet to you since the second you came here and now you're using him as a fucking punching bag." His words sting, I know the meaning behind them is true. It caused the quivering to get even more intense. He was telling the truth. I was a horrible person.
Harry starts driving. " You're not getting away with this Sage, I've given you too many chances. " I'm regretting my actions stronger than ever but Harry's hand is stopping me from concentrating. His painted fingernails feel like electricity against my leg as he ruthlessly digs into my skin.
He feels like fire against my skin, an unexplainable feeling that can't be suppressed.
" Just as I thought you'd learned to behave yourself, learnt who's in charge. " His fingers dig into me so hard I can't help but slightly whimper. Hearing my cry, He takes his hand away and puts it on my shoulder. Now digging into there instead.
I haven't said a word throughout this because Harry takes away my ability to speak. When I'm with him
I'm just tongue-tied.
" Fucking say something Sage, yell. I don't know. Stop being such a fucking baby." His voice is raised an octave. I comprehend his words but I'm just a puddle of nerves. I've always struggled with anxiety but never to this extent.
" Your hurting me Harry. " I mumble and his grip loosens immediately.
" I'm sorry, but I didn't mean it I swear." My voice is lower than a whisper. It shakes as Harry once again firmly presses his hand into my neck and shoulder. I don't know where the courage to speak comes from because I've never felt more helpless in my life. Never felt more alone.
" Flatter me then, why'd you do it. Because you didn't mean it of course. " The mocking tone makes me feel even smaller. Even smaller than ever before.
Even more worthless.
" I couldn't handle it any longer Harry, the room was driving me insane. " The pressure lifts as Harry puts his hand back on the steering wheel.
" That doesn't mean you can go around punching people Sage, with how your acting it's like a death wish. "
" I just don't understand why your doing this to me. " This comes out as slightly more aggressive than I previously planned.
" You watch your fucking tone with my Sage, or I'll pull over the car right now and teach you a lesson. " I immediately look at the window. The sentence reminded me of something I used to hear almost every day. I shudder at the thought. The pathetic tears once again falling. I used to never cry but I can't help it.
" I should kill you right now, but that's no funu. " The switch in emotions is extremely dramatic as Harry chuckles this.
" Your insane Harry. "
" People have called me insane my whole life, that word has constantly been used against me. By rumors or just straight to my face. You said it right there. But you know what;"
"What?"
"If I'm insane I'm not suffering, because I enjoy every minute of if blondie. "
Hi besties!!!
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