Harry's POV
Right when I hear the door slam shut I sigh. I'll give her five minutes to calm down before I go and talk to her.
Time passed by slowly. It was about to reach the third minute before I pushed myself out of the chair and walked up the stairs.
Reaching up, I move my hand across the top of the door, grab the key, stick it into the keyhole and unlock the door. When I find the room empty I quickly make my way to the bathroom to find the window wide open.
My hands clench into fists and I storm out of the room and into the kitchen. Grabbing my phone I call one of my gang members.
"Hey, it's Harry. Ashley escaped. I need you to go out and help search for her. Don't notify the other guys." I say once the other end of the call is picked up.
"Alright, Haz. We'll find her, don't worry." The guy replies.
I grunt in response and hang up. Taking my car keys I exit the house and get into my car. Starting it, I drive out of the garage and out onto the streets to look for Ashley.
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Unknown POV
I get a call from Harry saying that Ashley had escaped and to not tell the other guys. Thankfully for him I had no plans for the day.
After driving around for a while I take a turn onto a street that's in the direction to Harry's. I see a girl not to far away and stop my car without her noticing. Quietly, I get out and make my way towards her.
She turns at the last moment, giving me the chance to grab her. Before she can scream I put one of my hands over her mouth, silencing her.
Walking backwards, we enter a dark ally so I get my phone and shine the light on her face. It's Ashley. I tie up her hands and ankles and set her on the ground.
Taking out my phone I call Harry. He answers on the second ring.
"Harry, I've found her." I say. Ashley looks at me with frightened eyes when she hears me say Harry's name.
"Good, bring her back to my place. I'll meet you there." he says, then hangs up.
Putting my phone back into my pocket, I pick Ashley up and carry her bridal style to my car. Placing her into the backseat, I strap her in and then myself.
"You really screwed up here, love," I tell her.
She looks at me with a blank face.
"He won't do anything though. He won't hurt you."
. . .
Harry's POV
A few minutes later I get a call from Louis saying he had Ashley and that he's bringing her back to my house.
Turning around I drive back, getting there before them. When Louis arrives with Ashley I see her tied up in the back seat of his car.
Chuckling to myself I walk up to the car and take Ashley out, untying her in the process.
"You're in a shit load of trouble." I growl into her ear. Tightening my hold, I pull her back into the house after saying thanks to Louis.
Shutting the door behind me, I set her on the couch and walk up to her, my eyes furious.
Ashley whimpers as a response.
"Not so big and tough now are we?" I ask.
Ashley shakes her head and shrinks back from my towering figure.
"I told you to not run away. And what do you do? You run away. Why did you run away, Ashley?"
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Ashley's POV
"Why did you run away, Ashley?" Harry asks.
I look down at the couch, tears running freely down my face. Even though Louis told me that Harry would never hurt me I was still scared. No, scratch that, I was terrified.
"I-I don't know." I whisper.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you. Speak up, Ashley." Harry says harshly.
"I don't know." I say.
"No, I think you do know. If you didn't know you never would have run away in the first place. So I'll ask you one more time. Why did you run away?"
"Because I don't want to be here! I-I want to go home, Harry." I cry.
"It's not safe for you to go home, Ashley. But you're safe with me. You'll always be safe with me." Harry says, his eyes softening a little.
I start crying hysterically. "Please just let me go home. Please H-Harry."
"You know just as well as I do that I can't do that. Not until it's safe for you."
"P-Please." I whisper, falling sideways onto the couch and curling up into fetal position.
Harry moves to sit down and picks me up, setting me on his lap. He wraps his arms around me tightly, protectively.
"I'm sorry, love." He whispers.
I turn my head into his chest, ball his shirt up into my hands, and cry.
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