Harry's Slave
Chapter 13
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Scarlett's P.O.V
What were they doing? Why do they need the slave owners? I looked at Harry, his face was pale and his lips sparkled a light pink.. He was probably confused as well as I was. What were they going to do to them? What the hell is happening?
Quickly the loud and raspy man spoke again. "I repeat all slave owners come to the front and bring your slave or slaves immediately."
Harry gave me a look and, slowly grabbed my wrist. We went to go find Rick, but he was nowhere to be seen. Harry began to go up and down the house and he was still no where to be seen. Harry got a little upset, and gave up looking for him.
"Forget about him then," He murmured. "Someone will find him and send him back I hope."
I nodded my head. We really couldn't do anything about it now because the man crew people needed us now. I saw Niall standing in front of the crowd staring at the slave and slave owners. Niall gave me a sad look when he saw me up there. I forgot to tell him I was a slave oops.
"All slaves and slave owners please follow us." Another man spoke with a softer tone. Harry and I walked to the front yard; following the men in the tight black suits.
Everyone got in separate cars with their owner. They're were only like ten slave owners and like fourteen slaves. Not a lot. I could tell Harry was scared when his teeth started chattering.
"What are they doing?" I slowly whispered to Harry in the car. He looked at me smiled "You'll be okay Scarlett, don't worry."
I shook his arm. "Are you gonna be okay?"
He swallowed and ignored the question which made me ask again. He then looked at me while he put his arm around me. I oddly looked at him, I wasn't going to cause a scene. He was obviously scared out of his damn mind.
"You'll be fine," He said once again. "You'll be fine."
Once the car came to a stop the men grabbed the slave owners arm and dragged them into a building. The slaves just walked with them; not being touched. Once we all got in the building the slave and their owners were seated in separate rooms. Basically, a slave and their owner got a room.
A tall husky younger man with brown hair seated in front of us with a notepad. He smiled at me while he gave Harry a disgusted look full of hatred. Which made me give him a dreadful look.
"So what is your name?" He slowly asked Harry. Harry looked at him straight in the eyes with no fear. "My name is Harry Edward Styles." He said.
"Oh.. Harry. I've heard about your father... He owns fourteen slaves?" He questioned Harry. Without a thought he nodded his head. His face beamed embarrassment.
"So what's your name pretty lady?"
"Scarlett May Belle." I sneered. I hated this guy. The man was taken back by my answer.
"Aren't you an angry fella?" He laughed " I'm just trying to help you."
"I don't need help." I sassily said back to him. He arose from his seat and so did Harry.
"Don't even think about it." Harry hissed. The man slowly backed down to his seat. He wrote some notes in his binder and started talking again.
"Harry do you have an anger problem?" He laughed, "I think you do." Harry was not amused in any way. But he fought back his own anger and calmed down.
"Scarlett how long have you been serving ugly and anger problem man?" He asked. I didn't answer. I just looked at him in disbelief.
"Scarlett?" The man asked again.
"Two years," I spoke, "And you're a douchebag. No wonder there's no ring on your finger."
I saw Harry chuckle at my words which made me laugh. The strange man looked at us both in confusion.
"You are his slave, and you are her owner. Polar opposites, how do you two get along?" He asked. Me and Harry looked at each other and shrugged. We both honestly don't know how we get along. I mean we never got fully along, but we always could handle each other..
Harry's P.O.V
I looked at Scarlett. How did we get along? How do two different people possibly get along? How do we put up each other?
"Opposites attract." Scarlett laughed. I laughed too at her old fashioned answer. But It was true. My sister once told me that. God knows where she is now. Probably with my mother. Trying to escape me and my father. But hey, who can blame her?
"I think were done here. Say your last goodbyes to one another. Make it quick." The man spoke with no kind of emotion.
Scarlett looked at him like he wasn't speaking English.
"Wait what?" She questioned.
The man repeated himself "I said say your last goodbyes. You guys aren't going to see each other again."
Scarlett's face turned to me.
"Can we have a moment?" I asked the man. He rolled his eyes and left the room. Right when he exited the room Scarlett pulled me into a tight hug.
"It's okay Scar." I smiled as we hugged.
"Where are you going? Where am I going? Are they going to put me in the foster system? Are you going to jail? What the hell is happening?"
I ended her sentence "They'll send you to a family who takes in kids, immededly. I promise, and for me. Well, don't worry about it alright? You'll be fine.
"I'm really gonna miss you though." She looks at me and smiles, "Is that weird to say? Or are you feeling it too-
I instantly pull her into a kiss and she kisses back for once.
"Why did I enjoy that?" She laughs.
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