Restless [Reckless Sequel] || Harry Styles AU (DISCONTINUED)

13: part one

"Have you ever tried jumping in a elevator?" Sal asked and crouched a little bit like he was going to jump.

"No! No!" I blurted, causing the both of us to erupt in laughter.

The doors opened to the third floor, and I got off while Sal stayed on.

He gave me a small salute. "See you in the morning, kid."

"Yup. Thanks, Sal."

I turned down the hall, still shaking off a little bit of laughter.

I couldn't wait to get in the shower and rinse off that four hour meeting. Normally, I'd face time Harry as soon as I got in, but when he called, he said that he was in the studio writing, so he may not call for a couple days. He said it jokingly, but once you get hooked on a writing concept, you really can't focus on anything else.

I brought my bag around my body so that I could take out my room key.

Behind me, I heard the automatic click of a room door opening. Instinctively, I glance over my shoulder, but I do a double take once I realize that whoever left the room was barreling towards me.

I didn't have enough time to scream before a hand clamped over my mouth and arms wrapped around my waist in an iron grip, lifting me off the ground.

I kicked and jabbed my elbow into my attacker the best I could. We were going backwards—towards the room they came out of.

"No!" I screamed as loud as I could, but the sound was muffled by his sweaty, disgusting hand.

I resorted to banging on the closest wall as hard as I could with my fist, but it hardly made a sound. My attacker struggled to keep my flailing figure still, but like hell I would stop fighting.

When he stopped walking backwards, I realized we'd made it to his door.

No.

I tried biting his hand while continuing to hit the walls of the hallway. Someone needs to hear. Someone needs to wake up. Help.

They pressed against their door. It must've been propped open with the latch out because the door opened up. I made myself dead weight while also clawing at the doorway.

This caused him to lose a grip on me with his bottom hand, so he dropped the hand that covered my mouth. Immediately, I screamed out.

"Help! So—"

My attacker yanked on me hard and I was thrown back into the room, the door slamming closed. As soon as it did, my heart dropped. All I could think was: This isn't happening. This isn't happening.

I screamed again, but not entirely for the purpose of being heard, but because I was almost certain my right shoulder had popped out of place.

The man came into view in front of me as I sat on the ground. Not liking my position, I quickly stood up and backed away slowly. I hardly recognized the pain I was feeling.

I wanted to say that he looked familiar, but I had no fucking clue who this psychopath was. He was big and tall. Not quite muscular, but still big. He had long, shaggy, dirty hair. His eyes were an almost transparent green that looked at me in a horrible way that made chills run down my spine.