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Trapped

March 3, 2014
By Anonymous

Author's note: I've read many books on Wattpad on plots that show something completely different about my favorite person - Harry Styles. Apparently, he's insane which is different than most fan-fics. They're dark and twisted book but I love it!

The author's comments:
- I'll guarantee you'd like it if you love One Direction.

Chapter 1

Emily's POV

"Thank you Mrs. Steel," I said my mouth curling up in to a big grin. I was completely grateful that Janet's mom gave us a ride. I don't think I could've walked in this horrid weather.

I pulled up my zipper all the way to the top of my neck while the car parked on the curb - in front of my one and only hell hole infamous home.

I opened the car door and jumped out of the car. I walked towards the passenger where Janet's brunette self was sitting with a sweet smile plastered on her face signifying that she had fun today.

"Today was such a fun day" I said shivering in my jacket. As much as I wanted to run inside my cozy home, I could never leave without having a good-bye chat with my only best friend.

"I know right? We have to do that next week! Oh no, it's Susanne's party. Oh my god, I'm so excited," she said looking over at her mom. "We gotta go, text me!"

"Bye, love ya," I said and quickly turned around. I ran towards the door and quickly jammed the key in because my fingers were freezing. I opened the door and a warm blast of air covered me. It felt amazing. I was sure to fall asleep right on the wooded floor.

I looked over at the TV that was on. That was weird. My father was usually yelling at the TV and my mother wasn't cooking dinner. I shrugged. Maybe they went out and forgot to turn the TV off.

I walked up to the closet that was in the living room and I proceeded to un-zipper my jacket. I opened the doors and hung it up.

"Mom? Dad?" I said out loud. There was no response.

"Mikey? Where are you guys? It's not funny," I yelled out one more time. My eyebrows furrowed together and I looked around. I don't understand why my house was empty at this time.

I ran up the stairs and walked towards my brothers room.

"Mikey?" I said opening the door slowly seeing that his TV was on and he was laying face down. What a snob, he fell asleep.

"Mikey, wake up," I whispered shaking him. No response. My throat went dry. My brother was usually a light sleeper and any type of shake or poke would have him instantly up.

"Mikey, what the hell?" I turned him around and almost screamed at the sight I saw. My mind froze and I could feel my fingers trembling. Adrenaline and pure fear kicked in.

"Oh my god," I whispered and covered my mouth from letting out any noises. Tears raced down my face. I knew somebody was in this house. Somebody had killed my family. Mikey had fresh multiple wounds on his shirt and it was completely covered in blood.

My head snapped when I heard footsteps. I quickly looked around the room and then hid under Mikey's bed. I continued to still close my mouth as tears streamed down my face.

I watched as my mother quickly came stumbling in the room and she tripped over my brother's bed. We looked at each other in the eyes and all I could see was pure fear written all over her face.

That was all interrupted when somebody with heavy black boots walked into the room. They walked towards my mother and she looked up.

"Where is she?" The low, hoarse voice said. It sounded like a young man. I trembled. This person wanted me.

"I don't know! I really don't," my mother said tears staining her cheeks.

"Where the f*** is she!" The voice yelled out. My heart stopped as I saw him kneel down in front of her. A sharp object was in his hand and my mouth widened.

"S-She's at her friends sleepover, I swear."

The curly brown mop of hair was covering the guy's face. I couldn't tell how he looked or who he was.

"Last time. If you don't tell me where the f*** she is," the deep voice sneered. I shivered at his words.

"She's not here," my mother spat.

The guy immediately jabbed the sharp knife into my mother's stomach and she looked up at the ceiling - her face twisted with pain.

Then he did it again. And again. And again.

I wanted to scream for this psycho to leave me alone. Why did he want me and why did he have to kill my whole family just to have me?

The guy grabbed a shirt from my brother's dirty laundry and wiped the small knife clean of my mom's blood. He started chuckling and it was a deep, scary chuckle. One that would have you running the opposite direction.

This guy had such a f*ing twisted head. He was insane.

He got up and walked out of the room.

After a few minutes, I started hearing sirens and I knew the guy probably escaped by now. I slowly came out from under the bed where my dead brother lay.

The site of it was so repulsive, I was sure to throw up in any second now.

I tried to relax breathing in and out but it just wasn't working. Who the hell was supposed to stay calm after you watched your mother being stabbed to death? I wiped the tears off my face roughly and opened my brothers door slowly.

I looked down the hall and saw nothing. This was the only chance I had to escape before this maniac tried to stab me multiple times too.

I quickly ran out of the room, almost stumbling down the stairs since I was running down so fast.

I ran towards the front door that led outside and I felt so secure when I heard and saw blue and red sirens surrounding my home. I quickly opened the door, stepping out.

I started crying heavily that I made it out safe.

However, that was short lived because I felt a fingers tightly wrap themselves around my mouth.

I tried to scream and move but I couldn't move. The person behind me was completely stronger than me.

I felt curly hair tickling my neck and I knew this was the guy that had killed my whole family.

His hot breathing was dangerously closer to my ear and I watched as police officers were standing feet from us with their guns up.

"Shh," the deep voice cooed in my ear. I almost wanted to throw up at the sound. His voice was so raspy and it had a British accent.

"I want to make you feel good."

My heart stopped and I felt something sharp on my stomach. I was turned around and I met the green, emerald eyes. They held pure insanity.

A deranged mind.

END OF CHAPTER.

Chapter 2

Emily's POV

I put the pills back in the mirror shelf and closed it. I almost screamed at the site of Toby behind me.

"Babe, you scared me," I whispered out, putting my hand to my chest. He grinned widely and approached towards me wrapping his fingers around my waist lightly.

"I'm sorry," his deep voice muttered in my ear. The sensation sent tingles running down my spine.

'It's okay," I said looking up at his light, blue eyes. They were as clear as the waters in the Bahamas or Dominican Republic. I smiled as my face inched closer to his. We crashed out lips together and our mouths moved in perfect motion. I felt him lightly moaning against my lips as his hands trailed under my shirt.

He was about to pull it off half-way when I looked down and made him stop. I let out a deep breath and tucked a loose piece of hair behind my ear.

"We can't let it stop us from doing anything Emily," he said running his fingers through his dark blonde hair. He was talking about the scar on my stomach that made me feel self - concious ever since.

"I know. I'm sorry, I just. I-It's so ugly," I uttered out my eyes watering up. In all honesty, it was. I never wanted to wear a bikini in the summer. I was so scarred after that night with the guy who ruined my life. My psychologist helped me get past it but something in the back of my mind would never forget.

All I knew from detectives was that he was was a crazy 20 year old guy who had pictures of me on his wall and in notebooks. Apparently, he even had the date it all went down circled on his calendar. It's not fair how he pleaded insanity when he clearly premeditated it.

I've never seen his face. All I remembered was the thick, chestnut curls of hair he had and green eyes that were dancing in a world of darkness. His head was so far. He was insane and I knew it because he was sent to an asylum with heavy security. Even though he's going to be in there forever, I still feel scared.

I got pills that would numb my thoughts and feelings. I don't remember anything about yesterday but that special day I do. I don't even know how a handsome, popular guy like Toby loves me even with the dark past I have.

"Emily! Come down, I finished breakfast," I heard Uncle Russell's voice call out. He interrupted my train of thoughts and I had not noticed that I've been staring at myself in the mirror for a few minutes. My eyes shifted towards Toby and he looked at me worriedly.

"Sorry. I was just thinking," I said my voice slightly a whisper. I walked out of the bathroom, pulling my hair into a ponytail. I picked up my bag and Toby followed me out of the room. The smell of bacon and eggs invaded my nostrils and my mouth quickly watered. I ran down the stairs excitedly and gave Aunt Jessica a kiss on the cheek.

"That smells so good," Toby said stretching behind me and walking towards my Uncle.

"Thanks sonny. Hey, where you here last night?" he said pointing the spatula at Toby and looking between us. Toby glanced at me.

"No sir, why?" he said.

"Good," my uncle said bringing the spatula back down. "I don't want any boyfriend's roaming around at 3 am." My face turned red.

"Uncle," I looked up at him. I gave him the look and he chuckled.

"Russell, have you seen the new magazine I bought yesterday?" my Aunt's sweet voice called out.

"No," he called out and then turned around to look back at us. "Have a seat guys."

I walked towards the marble table and took a seat on the cold chair that felt cool against my thighs since the weather was warm. Toby took a seat besides me and I could feel him staring at me. I slowly looked up.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing. You're just so gorgeous," he smiled. I blushed and fiddled with my thumbs on the table.

"Thanks," I whispered. I felt him place a soft kiss on my arm. I smiled.

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Harry's POV

A sly smirk crept it's way up my lips as my eyes drifted around to the people who were staring at me like I was FBI's most wanted.

I might not have been FBI's most wanted but I sure was somebody Maynard's Institution of the Insane wanted to put me in forever. All they wanted me to do was rot in a repulsive cell while I hear people muttering things to themselves and screaming like the world was ending because they were so paranoid.

But I swear, I wasn't crazy.

I just happened to love Emily. She was supposed to be with me and nobody else. Her family always refrained from me getting to even communicating with her. I felt so hopeless so I decided the only way to reach her was to remove them.

When I held her tight while her scared, helpless body was kicking around and frailing around against my body, I had the biggest smile on my face. I had finally managed to her into my hands. I wanted to calm her down and take her home. We could be together forever and we could even have children of our own.

I didn't want to do it, but I had to. I stabbed her. God, how much it hurt me to see her getting weak under my fingertips. I quickly turned Emily around just to look into her blue eyes that were crying for help as her face twisted in pain. She looked at me like I was crazy.

F***, I'm not crazy!

Her body slipped out of my hands and she lay on the bottom of my feet, holding on to her stomach for dear life as she gasped for air. A tear slipped out of my eye and I smiled. She was beautiful. I bent down and felt her soft, wavy blonde hair. I sniffed it one last time and took one step back.

Looking at my knife and then at her, my tongue glided along the sharp knife and the taste of her sweet blood made me go crazy.

"Put your hands up where I could see them!" A cop yelled out. I looked up and the lights blinded my eyes. I covered my eyes and then dropped the knife, pulling my hands up in the air. I laughed uncontrollably as cops ran towards me and Emily's beautiful body on the ground who was still gasping for air.

I was thrown to the floor and the wind was knocked out of me.

"Don't worry, love, we'll be together." I whispered. Her empty eyes locked with mine but I knew she was unconscious. "Soon."

I passed by a woman wearing an all white uniform who was looking at me like she had seen a ghost.

"Boo," I whispered and she almost jumped. Her face turned red and she quickly looked away. I looked up at the Institution in front of me. I knew this place like the back of my hand. I knew all the exits and how the place upgraded their technology. If there was a storm and the electricity shut off, I could make the perfect escape.

The chains below me rattled as I trudged up the stairs with guards on each side of my arms. My hands were cuffed too.

"This is so stupid," I muttered.

"No speaking!" The guard on my left warned. I turned my head around and glared at him. He was getting uncomfortable by my stare. I snickered as I also noticed how much taller I was than both of them. A line of woman in white uniforms stood as I walked by. I winked at the girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. Oh, how much she reminded me of Emily.

The girl breathed in and then looked away. I laughed.

"Is this my new home?" I said standing in front of the door where a woman with black hair stood with no expression on her face. "Hi Donna."

Donna looked at me like how did you know my name? Donna was the head of the Institution.

"Yes this is your new home. I will show you around today. The guards will watch your every move and there is a tight schedule around this place. Follow me, Harry Styles," said Donna strictly saying my name.

"I don't need a dumb-ass schedule. I already know how everything goes," I said.

"Well then. Good luck," she smiled. It was a fake smile.

"Bloody hell, rot in hell too," I smiled. She rolled her eyes.

No matter what the schedule was, or how many times they would change my cells or where I would be every hour, I would still find a way out.

I wanted to see the love of my life.

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END OF CHAPTER.



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