♔Irreversible♕

I quickly got into the car. Harry shut the door and got into the front passenger seat. He nodded to the driver and we took off. We drove past the city, the light and hundreds of cars. The sun was shining bright. It was a perfect day for a wedding. Maybe I had made a mistake…

Marry Waylon would have been an even bigger mistake but going with Harry was going to be just as big. I should have just ran away to live with Nat. I could have met some nice NYC guy and we could have been a cute couple.

“Stop.” I demanded.

Harry quickly spun around.

“I don’t want to go.” I confessed.

“Everything is going to be fine Mel. We’re almost to the airstip. We’ll be in London by morning.”

I didn’t want to leave the country with him. He was going to hide me away for who knows how long and just expect me to fall in love with him again. Harry wanted to be a family.
I wanted to speak my mind but knew that wouldn’t get me anywhere. I had to just run. We drove for another 30 minutes before pulling onto an empty airstrip. Harry got out of the car to greet the pilot. The was my chance. I opened the door facing away from Harry. I stepped out, making sure to hold up my skirt. I peered through the tinted windows to make sure Harry’s back was turned.

He was deep in conversation. I took off running, trying to be as quiet as I possibly could. My dress flowed behind me. I reached the edge of the paved area. I had two choices, follow the path that lead into the woods or follow the road and catch a ride.
The driver had scurried over to Harry. He had pointed in my direction. I looked back over my shoulder and made eye contact with Harry. His eyes filled with rage as he took of running after me.

I had to choose fast.

The woods it was.

The path was overgrown but clear enough so that I was able to run. Harry, along with a few of his security guards called after me. My shoes and gown were slowing me down. Have you ever tried running in 6 inch heels and a full length wedding dress?
I felt a sharp pull on the tail of my dress. Harry had caught up.

He yanked me back, causing me to fall flat on my ass.

Harry grabbed me by my forearm and pulled me up. He was seriously pissed and didn’t like the ‘games’ I had been playing. My hands were cut and bleeding. The stung as the crisp summer breeze brushed over them.

“I can’t protect you if you run away.” he said, shaking me.

He lightly grabbed my hands and looked at my bloody palms. You could tell that he felt bad that he had hurt me but he also had this other look to him. He led me back to the plane. It was hard for me to fight with bloody hands. Harry sat me down on the plane and told the pilot that we were ready to go.

The takeoff was smooth and easy. Once we were in the air, a flight attendant brought over a first aid kit.

“Let me help you.” Harry said, kneeling down infront of me.

The blood had dripped onto my dress, leaving tiny dark stains. Harry bandaged my palms then got up to clean himself up. He came back with two glasses of white wine.

“I’ll pass.” I refused, turning towards the window, away from Harry.

“I’m doing this for us. You’ll thank me one day.” he smirked, setting the glass in front of me.

He left me alone. Once he was gone, I quickly chugged the entire glass. The cool alcohol burned but made me go numb. An unusual numb. I pushed myself out of my chair, struggling to stand. My legs became weak and everything was spinning.

Harry stood before me chucking.

“W-what did you-u do to me?” I stuttered, stumbling into him.

He had drugged me. Was he going mad?

“I’m just making sure you don’t try and run again sweetheart.”

“I’ll n-never forgive y-you for this…” I blurted.

My eyes got extremely heavy. I tried fighting the drugs but they took over my body.

Sometime the Next Day
I woke up to in an unfamiliar bed. My dress had been removed. I was left in my panties. The bed beside me slowly moved. I slowly turned to find a dark set of curls lying beside me. The room was almost completely white. It was very modern and clean. Harry had told me about how he had many homes all over the world. I covered my bare chest with the silky sheets. I grabbed them tightly and pulled them with me as I stood up. I wrapped the cloth around my body, leaving my shoulders uncovered. I could hear the sound of pots and pans in the kitchen.

There was a door covered by long white pristine drapes. I slowly pulled them open, revealing the outside world. Everything was new and unfamiliar. About 200 yards away was the sand and ocean. I clicked the door open and stepped outside. The air stung my bare skin. The closer I got to the ocean, the colder it got.

The wind whipped across the water and misted my skin.

I could run. Nobody was around. The beach was completely dead for miles. I could just start walking in either direction until I reached a town or someone's house. There had to be more than just Harry’s house. I looked behind me.

Harry was standing in the doorway. He had gotten up and dresses himself. He was watching me like a hawk. I stepped into the water. It was freezing but it felt good.

The wind blew my hair and sheet all over.

“You’re going to get sick if you stay out here too long.” Harry yelled, standing behind me.

“Good.” I replied, not turning around. “I want to go home.”

“Come inside and we’ll talk.” he said, touching my shoulder.

I pushed his hand away.

“You lost the right to touch me when you forced me to come here.”

Notes

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