Taken?

Becca finds herself being taken by the one and only Harry Styles! Is he really a kidnapper or is he trying to save her from her "enemy"?

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3. Danger

"First of all my name is Harry. Harry Styles." He said 

"Harry. I'm B-"

"Becca or Rebecca. But preferably Becca." He said . Wait how did he know that. 

"How did you know that?!" I said with a bunch of emotions going through me.

"that goes to what I'm gonna tell you now." 

"Ok shoot."

"Ok so first, I'm an international spy. I am originally from Holmes Chapel, England and right now we are still in England just on the other side where the whole little "scene" happened with you. The reason why I know so much about you because my team and I have been watching your every move. It's all because these crazy lunatic people wanna kill you....." He kept going for another ten minutes about everything on how why he took me because of the bad guys and why they want me dead. And why he had to take me because of orders and safety. I can't believe that just because of my dad they want me dead. It's all because my dad used to apparently be a spy and he was one of the top ones. Everyone wanted him killed. That explains why I move ALOT. But three years ago he died in a plane crash. But the plane crash wasn't accidental. It was from those psychopathic dumba** people. I started crying once more because of everything, Julia, my dad, killers, my family, everything. This only happens in movies, why me?

"I'm really sorry. Shhh don't cry. Everything is going to be ok. I promise" he cooed in my ear while he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to his chest. I just didn't wanna say anything so I just stayed there wrapped in Harry's arm slowly drifting off to sleep.

 

I awoke in the same place I was when I fell asleep, the living room. But Harry wasn't any where in sight. I had a blanket over me with warm fuzz on the inside and the design on the outside. I decided to get up and get some food since I was starving. I went through a couple rooms to finally find the kitchen. Geez does everything have to be so nice around here? The kitchen was awesome also! The island in the middle with the typical stove, oven, huge fridge, etc. and then marble counters, and glistening white cabinets. On the counter I saw a note saying

"I thought you might be hungry, so I cooked you some pasta, it's in the fridge! :) I went to do some grocery shopping also. If you need anything text me: 987-654-321 xx-H"

thanks Harry! I will text him later. I went to the fridge and saw the pasta right in front of me. I grabbed it and took the plastic covering off to be heated in the microwave. I shoved it in and heated it up. I heard the beeping sound in no time signaling me that it is ready. I took it out and mixed the pasta up again with a fork. I closed the microwave door and went back to the living room to watch some TV. I went through the channels and found Pretty Little Liars was on so I sat back and enjoyed the show with my Alfredo pasta. I admit he Is really good at cooking. I finished up and put my stuff in the sink. I then heard a loud bang coming from the front door. I jumped and I ran upstairs to find my phone and had the note to call Harry ASAP. I ran to my room and dialed the number. I kept hearing the loud bangs. 

"Hello?"

"HARRY OH MY GOSH THEY ARE HERE"

"SHOOT I am almost home anyways I will be right there. Don't move"

and with that he hung up. I heard the loud bangs once again but then I heard a crash that means the door must've fell down. I started sweating and panicking so bad. I went into the bathroom and locked it behind me. I went into one of the closets where you put toiletry needs and things. I squeezed myself in there and closed the door. I heard footsteps everywhere from downstairs like they were running around. I heard one come up the steps and but slowed down so I couldn't barely hear them. I started freaking out. I started to shake and sweat again in fear to this might be my last day alive. I heard the footsteps a little better as they were coming closer to my room. Dang. Dang. Dang. Stay calm Harry is coming. Hopefully. The man entered slowly walking around my room in different places. I heard him coming closer to the bathroom. He opened the door and started walking in more directions. The I heard several bangs coming from downstairs which startled me even more. 

"Have you found her yet?" The man said in a Russian like accent.

"Hello?" He said again looking for a response. Then I heard him coming closer to the closet door. Now his footsteps were right there. I heard him touch the doorknob and turn it. He opened it fully and saw me with a gun pointed to my head now as he grabbed my arm roughly.

"I'm sorry it has to be this way" he spat in my ear. He raised the gun to the side of my head and got ready to fire. This is it. I closed my eyes tight hoping to not feel the pain. 'BANG!' I opened up my eyes to see the guy on the bathroom floor dead with blood pooling from his chest. I almost fainted at the sight. I looked up to see Harry there with the gun in his hands with an angry expression. I ran to him and gave him a huge hug repeatedly saying thank you.

"Don't mention it. And how bout we get out of here?" 

"Please" 

he took my hand and we left the house with some extra clothes for wherever we are going to stay now. This is going to be interesting.

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