Scarred. ~Dark Fanfic~

I walked down the corridor of my new school, staring at my shoes, when I bumped into someone. I dared to look up. I slowly raised my head to find a curly haired boy, with an evil grin spread across his face. He had green orbs, that penetrated your soul. He wore black combat boots, a leather jacket completed with a skull shirt and bandana. I knew who he was. Harry Styles.

Please note that this is all made up and Harry Styles would never do this.


9. Kidnapped.

Harry's P.O.V
This was the perfect way to teach her a lesson. Kidnap. I won't keep her long, just long enough for her to learn who's boss around here. Me, not her. I was quite exited actually. Maybe she would finally ditch that nerd.

Marcel's P.O.V
I paced the room, knowing she was gone, to god knows where. The only thing I know, is who took her. Harry. I've had enough of him, but there's nothing I can do, I'm just to shy. Wait, she must have her phone! I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialled Kyra's number. Please, please pick up.
"Hello?" Said hushed, scared voice.
"Kyra! Where are you?" I said, relieved she answered.
"I-I don't know. Wait! I know! You know that little shack in the woods, where Becky hid and we couldn't find her for 2 hours when we played hide and seek?"
"Kyra? Kyra! No!" I yelled down the phone. I threw the phone on the sofa in frustration, and ran my fingers through my hair, before realising I had messed it up, and flattened it again. The shack in the woods? That must be where she is! I can't go alone, he'll kill me.
"Leeroy?" I asked down the phone, to one of my only friends.
"Yes?" He replied.
"M-my best friend has been kidnapped. Help me get her?" I asked, holding the tears in.
"Sorry mate, I'm really busy, I'm choreographing Beyoncé's next music video!" Leeroy explained.
"Oh, ok. No worries."
"Sorry mate. Bye now!"
"Bye" I hung up. Looks like it's just me.
"BECKY!" I yelled up the stairs.
"Yeah?" She replied from the top of the stairs.
"I'm dropping you off at a friends. Get ready." I explained, pulling on my shoes.
"Why?" She said, galloping down the stairs.
"Don't do that, you'll fall. You're sister, er, went to the shop and her car broke down so I'm going to get her." I lied.
"Oh, ok. I'll walk." She said, opening the door.
"Are you sure?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes!" She said with an attitude, slamming the door. I swung the door open, shut it behind me, and ran to my car. I need to hurry.

Kyra's P.O.V
C'mon Mars. Don't let me down. I managed to get the bag off my head, and realised where I was, when Marcel rang. Now he's on his way; hopefully. The van came to an abrupt stop, and I went flying forward.
"Oww." I moaned, hitting the seats in front of me, wriggling to sit up right. The doors slid open.
"Get out." Harry growled.
"I can't! You tied my feet up." I said, with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh, right." He muttered.
"Idiot." I whispered to myself.
"What was that, darling?" Harry growled.
"Nothing, nothing." I said.
"Thought so." He smirked. He picked me up bridal style with one arm. Woah. He closed the van doors, and locked them. He used both arms to carry me now. He kicked the shack door open, and made his way through the house, until we came to a little door. He kicked that open as well. There were lots of steps behind the door. He began to walk down some of them, careful not miss any. He got to half way, and gave up.
"Eugh." He groaned. He stopped, and threw me down the rest of the stairs.
"Welcome to you're new home." He smirked, and slammed the door. Darkness flooded the room. I laid there, motionless at the bottom of the stairs. I was alone. Hurry up Marcel, please.

Marcel's P.O.V
I drove as fast as possible down the little country lane, careful not to break the speed limit. The little gravel path made my car bump up and down, but I honestly didn't care. I just needed to get to Kyra. I came to the woods opening. I began to drive slowly down the road, searching each side for the little shack. Once I finally came across it, I spun my car down the lane, leading to the old, beat down shack. I parked my car round the back. The little shack was wooden, with little holes in the sides. Most of the windows were smashed, with the window panes growing moss. The roof was partly caved in, with a little crumbled chimney on top. How was I going to get in? I couldn't go round the front, that would be to obvious. There must be a little window or door around the back somewhere. I searched high and low, until I came across a very small window, that was ground level. It must lead to the basement. I looked down upon it, wondering if it was locked. Only one way to find out. I bent down, and shook the window. To my surprise, it opened easily. I could easily slip through. But, what if Kyra's not in here? What if Harry is, waiting for me? I bent down and poked my head through the window, but I bent down to far, and my glasses fell inside. I can't see without my glasses. I reached my arm through the window, and patted the floor, in search for my glasses. Surprisingly, the floor was a lot closer than I thought. I reached further and further in, patting the floor still. I reached to far, and fell through the window.
"Owww." I muttered rubbing my arm. I found my glasses, and slipped them on, twitching my nose to get them adjusted. I blinked a few times, to get my eyes adjusted.
"Marcel?" I heard a hushed voice.
"Kyra!" I yelled.
"Shh!" She hushed me. Suddenly, the door flew open.
"Who's that?" Harry yelled.

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