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"?


16. Fixing Up pt. 1

My eyelids peered open. I squinted from the sunlight directly in my eyes. I tried to prop up on my elbows but an unbearable went straight up my forearm in my right arm. I clenched my teeth and made a small squick. I looked down to see a bloody piece of clothe around it. Dried blood stained the small bed that I was on. Wait, how did I get here now? Did we get in a hotel? Hopefully. Small decorations were placed scattered on the bleached walls. I slowly got up to rinse off my arm. I found a brown chipped door that lead to the bathroom. I turned on the light and went straight to the mirror. My hair was going in every direction in my messy bun. My bright brown eyes looked dull and tired. Bags circulated under them. I sighed rubbing my eyes and making my hair a bit more neat- being careful with my arm. I then slowly unwrapped the gruesome injury. A big lump was around the red whole.  I saw the golden bullet in the wound. I can probably pull it out if I wanted to, but I'm not. I decided to just wipe the blood around the wound so it could look somewhat better. I bit my lip as I slowly wiped the last spot of blood around. I sighed in relief and went to go find Harry and the rest of everyone. I opened the door to my room to find another room. A mop of curls was peeking out at the end of a couch. I then saw his head move a bit signaling that he is already up. I went up to him slowly being quiet for some reason. As I made my way to the couch I quickly peered over it to see his eyes glued to his phone. He quickly looked up wide eyed and shook. I laughed at him as he was scared out of his mine. He gave me a glare and got up from the couch. He  did this weird hand movement in his hair to fix it up a bit. He came up to me asking me what is wrong. 

"My arm. Can you fix it?" I asked with no emotion in my face. 

"Erm ya I can just let me find some stitching and tweezers." He said with a reassuring smile. I gave it back as he went around searching for the supplies. He came back with both in his hand and pulled up a stool from the mini kitchen he had. Lucky he has a kitchen. He grabbed my waist and put me on the stool. He smiled cheekily as he leaned in for a kiss. I accepted grabbing his neck with my left arm. I broke apart this time carrying on with my arm. 

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