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“Don’t thank me, this was all Dr. Longoria. He does miss you very much you know,” Elizabeth said. Harry cracked open an eye and glanced over at Liz. A very small smile grew on his face.

“Really? I’m not so sure about that. I figured he’d still be just a tad bit upset at me for breaking his nose, although I quite think he overreacted by forcing me into your care.” They began walking once more and Liz hid her smile at his response.

“Nonsense Styles. Wounds and battle scars build character,” Elizabeth said after a small pause. She looked over at him through her lashes and nervously twirled the pen in her hand between her fingers. Would that get a response out of him?

Harry put his hand against the fence and let his fingers drag across the metal rings as they walked on. Every now and then he would grab the fence and pull slightly, the metal would then make an uncomfortable crunching type sound that would make Liz’s ears ring slightly.

“Is that what you think about mine?” Harry asked, disturbing the silence between them. At his words, Elizabeth looked to his face and stared at the long scar traveling the length of the side of his face. Harry was watching Liz, although his eyebrows furrowed slightly in irritation.

“What do you think about it Mr. Styles?” she asked him instead of answering. Liz watched as his mouth worked back and forth slightly, his nose twitching left and right as well. She was itching to just stare at him and get out her pen and notepad, but knew the recorder in her breast pocket would just have to do. People weren’t so fond of talking on walks when you just watched them with pen and paper in hand.

Harry crossed his hands behind his back and leisurally continued to stroll forward in silence. Liz wondered if he was going to ever answer her.

“It reminds me of my mother.” He finally responded. Elizabeth nearly choked. They were getting somewhere!

“Did your mother…was she the one who…” Liz began, trying to figure out how to word it properly so that Harry wouldn’t go silent on the issue. Did all of Harry just really boil down to mommy issues as a child? It couldn’t be that simple.

“Oh yes I let my mum beat on me as a child. Oh mummy no please don’t! This must be the reason why I’ve killed so many women! You cracked me Doctor! Congratulations!” Harry immediately mocked. He snorted and then scoffed. Liz felt scolded and frowned deeply.

“Wanker…” Liz mumbled very quietly. She looked over in surprise at Harry when he burst into laughter. He was staring at her, his eyes wide.

“I can’t say I’ve ever heard a Doctor call me a wanker. Aren’t you people supposed to be worried about hurting my feelings? Ahh Sweets, you always keep me on my toes.” Elizabeth froze at the nickname and let her frown deepen.

“My mother was a sweet lady. Weak, but sweet. She had scars, more than I can possibly remember or count. She was always so…weak.” Harry murmured slowly. Liz didn’t press the subject, feeling that if she did he would close up completely on her. What he had given her was good enough for now. Elizabeth bit her lip and they moved on, walking the fence line in silence once again.

Abruptly Harry dropped to the grassy ground. Startled, Liz stopped and looked around and then at Harry, who patted the ground beside him. Why did this feel like a trap or trick? She stared over at the guards a few yards away, who shuffled on their feet and glanced over at Harry and her repeatedly.

“Sit.” Harry commanded more than requested. Liz tucked a stray black piece of hair that had come undone from her clipped up hair and stared down at Harry. He patiently looked back up at her, his mouth in a firm line but the corner of his eyes crinkling a little in amusement. A breeze picked up and Elizabeth huffed before folding her white coat over her butt and then sitting, legs crossed beneath her. Harry Styles, always getting his way. Liz then put her clipboard on her lap, and stuck her pen through the top of it. She stared at Harry, her eyebrow raised. What did he want now?

Styles flashed her a smile before looking elsewhere. The breeze drifted by the pair again, making Harry’s curls blow across his face slightly. The moment was interrupted when Harry tore at the grass savagely with his fingers. Liz jerked back an inch, suddenly feeling a little afraid. Harry’s eyes flashed to hers, and he grinned a little crookedly. She knew he saw the fear in her eyes.

“W-what do you think you’d be doing if things were different?” Harry tossed his hands in the air, and Liz watched as grass flew out of his palms and floated with the wind. He looked at her, his eyebrows furrowing at her question.

“What do you mean if things were different? If I wasn’t stuck in this useless place?” Harry gestured at the looming hospital. Liz shook her head and then licked her lips. Her fingers flicked at the notepad attached to the clipboard in her lap.

“No I mean if you weren’t…if you didn’t…” She paused, trying to find the right words.

“Kill? Slaughter mercilessly? Steal and plunder all I’ve ever wanted? If I wasn’t a known thief and murderer?” Harry finished for her. He stared at her, a cold smirk in place. Elizabeth swallowed, her eyes going wide before she reluctantly nodded at his words. Harry’s eyes narrowed on her before he looked away once again. Liz knew to wait patiently for his answer. She looked up and around at the various guards placed in the guard towers around the fence. One of the guards was watching the pair of them. Liz then glanced down at the watch on her wrist.

“I think I’d be in a boyband.” Elizabeth turned her gaze back at Harry in surprise.

“A boyband, like singing and dancing…with other guys?” Harry nodded, watching Liz with a lazy smile. They stared at each other for a second before Liz couldn’t hold back the twitch in her lips any longer. She tossed back her head and burst into laughter, leaning back slightly also. The curly headed man didn’t join her in laughter, but the smile on his face did grow.

“Oh that’s a good one,” Liz stated, catching her breath from laughing. She sat back up straight and wiped at the corners of her eyes.

“Laughing at me Ms. Draper? I don’t usually allow people to do so. Also, are doctors supposed to laugh at their patients dreams of the outside world? I think you’ve set me back on our progression. I may go on a rampage later!” Harry mocked, his eyes going wide. The teasing was clear in his tone of voice, and Liz rolled her eyes at his words.

“The day I hurt your feelings is the day you walk right out of those front doors Mr. Styles.” Elizabeth joked. The corner of Harry’s mouth twitched before he nodded, his eyes glinting in the sunlight.

“As you wish Doctor.” Harry commented. The small grin dropped from Liz’s mouth and she stared at him, her eyes narrowing a little. What was that supposed to mean?

“You know, I can dance and sing quite well.” He continued, distracting her from his previous words. The grin was back in place on his own lips. Harry reached down and  began playing with the grass by the fence once more. Elizabeth shook her head and smiled slightly.

“You’ll have to prove it sometime I suppose. You make it hard for me to trust the words that come out of your mouth you know,” she said, before gazing down at the clipboard in her lap once more. A breeze blew across them once more. Liz ignored her slightly undone hair that tickled at her face.

She gasped when she felt Harry’s fingers on her face. Her head jerked up and she watched as he stared at her as he gently grabbed at the hair blowing across her face and tucked it behind her ear, his fingers grazing across her cheek. She felt like a deer caught in the headlights, too terrified to move and ready to dart away at any moment, but also caught in some kind of daunting spell.

“NO TOUCHING!” A loud voice bellowed out overhead. Liz leaned back, snatching her face from his grasp as Harry slowly withdrew his fingers. She looked up and saw one of the guards at the guard tower pointing a rifle at them. Her eyes then locked on the other two guards by the door to the hospital that had started to move towards them. Liz held up her hand to them, and they stopped in their tracks.

Elizabeth shivered slightly and looked back at Harry, who was casually twirling a blade of glass between his fingers. How could he be so nonchalant about everything. Did he care if he lived or died, ever?

“Here.” Elizabeth watched as he placed a wildflower on the clipboard in her lap. She gazed at it silently for a moment. Just what did he think he was playing at?

“I don’t like flowers.” Liz stated before swiping the flower off her clipboard. She smiled ruefully. Did he really think a few nice gestures were going to make her fall in love with him or something? Was this how he manipulated women into doing his bidding?

“My apologies Elizabeth,” Harry coolly responded. He was looking at her, his face emotionless once more. Liz sighed before standing once again.

“It’s Dr. Draper to you Mr. Styles,” Liz said, sounding professional. Looking down at Harry, she saw a couple of grass pieces tucked underneath a few curls on top of his head. They bothered her, so she leaned to brush them out. Harry went completely still; Liz idly observed even his chest stopped moving. Her fingers delved into his mass of hair and she plucked out the grass efficiently.

“NO TOUCHING!” The guard shouted out once more. Liz snapped back to standing up straight and stared up at the tower.

“Sir, as his doctor I am quite able to handle myself and as my patient I can touch him whenever I see fit and necessary to do so. When you go to school for half a dozen years working towards your masters, please feel free to tell me how to do my job!” Elizabeth words bit as she yelled up at the guard tower.

“No. Touching.” The guard shouted back down at her. Liz frowned and glared up at him.

She was distracted at the sound of Harry’s laughter. Surprised, she looked down at the ground and saw him on his back, rolling slightly back and forth. He was howling with laughter. The frown disappeared from Liz’s face and she grinned down at him. He looked like a little kid. After a few more seconds Harry choked back his laughter and then jumped to his feet. He looked at Elizabeth with a broad smile on his face. Liz couldn’t help but return it. It was infectious.

“Come on Sweets, I’m finding myself suddenly tired of the outside.” Harry said, nodding towards the building. Her eyebrows rose at the name Sweets, but she nodded in agreement before leaning down to pick up her clipboard from the ground.

Harry whistled from behind her, and Liz jerked back up and turned around to see him wiggling his eyebrows at her. She reached out and smacked his arm with her clipboard, and Harry grabbed his arm dramatically.

“Ouch! That hurt Doc! Do it again,” He teased, wiggling his eyebrows once more. Liz rolled her eyes and allowed herself to softly giggle for a second. Jesus what a drastic change in character Harry could demonstrate within a matter of minutes. They began walking back towards the psychiatric center doors. Liz had to walk quickly to keep up with his long legged strides. When they were less than a yard away from the building, Harry stopped and grabbed Elizabeth’s wrist. She stared down at his hand and then gazed up into his face. The guards by the doors coughed. He looked down at her, his pupils dilating a little; his expression was dead serious.

“Would you like me to kill him for you Elizabeth?” His words wrapped around her as he slowly pronounced every word in her name. He sounded almost…seductive. Her hearth thudded in her ears as she quickly turned her head to look at the guard that had yelled at them, and then back at Harry. She then immediately snatched her wrist from his hold and shook her head at him, slightly horrified.

“You don’t solve things and disagreements by killing people Harold. That just…isn’t the right way.” Elizabeth softly stated. She turned and walked away from him a little, gathering her breath and voice.

“Mr. Styles, our session is over for the day. Let’s get you back inside.” Harry didn’t respond, his face stony and cold once again.

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“Can I come up?” The young man in front of Liz asked as they neared her apartment. Liz smiled and turned, fumbling with the keys in her hand. She unlocked the building and he opened the door for her before she nodded at him in reply. Elizabeth mentally checked her apartment in her mind. The wall of Harry Styles in her room was halfway down, all that was remaining was a few newspaper clippings. There were a few bra’s hanging around the place, but she couldn’t think of anything else that would be potentially embarrassing in front of the opposite sex. Elizabeth swallowed, praying there wouldn’t be any small “gifts” lying around that Harry had left for her.

He had been doing that since the dead flowers, leaving things for her every few days. She had been throwing most of them away. The only thing remaining were the earrings currently in her ears, medium sized diamond studs that she hadn’t been able to bring herself to toss, despite the fact that she knew very well that he had stolen them.

“Tonight was really great Tyler. Thank you. The food was delicious…” Liz turned to say to her date as she stuck her key into her apartment door. “… the company was okay too, I suppose.” She teased him. Tyler chuckled and pressed on the door beside her head. He swooped down, pausing the movement to whisper against her lips.

“Let’s see if I can improve your opinion of me then hmm?” he murmured before planting his lips over hers. Liz giggled slightly while turning the doorknob to her door. They stumbled in as it opened behind them. Elizabeth didn’t stop kissing him as she reached to her side and flicked on the lights.

“Ahem.” A voice interrupted them. Tyler’s lips immediately left hers, and she inhaled deeply, gasping loudly as she opened her eyes and looked over at the source of the voice.

Harry Styles, looking dark, deadly, and incredibly sexy in dark wash jeans and a white shirt that hugged him in all the right places stood with his arms crossed, staring at Tyler and herself. 

“Who are you?!” Tyler loudly asked, placing himself in front of Liz. Elizabeth blinked, trying to size up the situation. Last time she had seen Harry, he had put a gun to her head. Her legs and hands shook slightly at the thought. She watched as Harry’s eyebrow rose, and his eyes slowly went up and down Tyler. Harry was much taller and leaner than him.

“Sweets, get rid of the boy.” Elizabeth heard the warning in Harry’s voice as he switched his gaze over Tyler’s shoulder, to her.

“Excus-“ Tyler began to say. Harry’s eyes flashed dangerously, and Liz grabbed Tyler’s hand and pushed him towards the door.

“Um Tyler I’m sorry but you really have to go now.” She said while pushing on him. Tyler looked from her to behind her, his expression very confused.

“Liz? Who is he? What…” Liz shook her head at him, silencing him.

“Just go please.” Her voice shook a little, and Tyler continued to look down at her with concern. She wanted so much to shout at him to run, to go get help. She didn’t want him to leave her alone with Harry, but she was much more afraid that Harry would kill Tyler. She knew he would do it without a second thought. Liz shut the door in Tyler’s face, and stared at it, nearly slumping against it, before turning and facing Harry.

He looked good. His hair was shorter than she remembered last, his curls looking tamer now. His skin was tanner, his body a little more built, but still long and gangly like always. And then there was that glint in his eye, half playful half I’ll-kill-you-if-you-scream.

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be out whoring, killing, and taking whatever you like for shits and giggles?” Elizabeth snapped rudely. Harry tilted his head to the side and gazed at her silently in response, a smile growing on his face. He lifted his hand and curled his index finger towards himself, giving her a come-hither look. Liz stayed rooted to the spot, her hand on the door knob. His eyes, ever so receptive, narrowed. He then jerked his head just slightly to the side. Liz sighed, seeing the threat, and stepped away from the door. She walked slowly towards him, feeling her heart beat twice as fast like it usually did around him. God how he frightened her in so many ways. When she was but a few feet away from him, she stopped and stood still. He stepped forwards and was less than a foot away from her in one long stride.

“Ah how I’ve missed your smart mouth,” he murmured, his eyes going to her lips. Elizabeth unconsciously licked them, and stared back at Harry’s plump lips. He reached forward, and Liz felt the pad of his thumb graze her bottom lip slowly in a caress. After a heart wrenching few seconds, he stopped and stepped away, turning.

“You’ve done some redecorating.” Harry stated knowingly. Liz somehow knew he was talking about her bedroom and the wall of obsession that was dedicated to him.

“Yes well, my muse left me abruptly a few weeks ago so I had to move on.” Elizabeth replied. She took a deep breath and headed towards the kitchen. She felt Harry’s looming presence walk around the room as she got a glass out of one of her cabinets and a bottle of open wine out of the fridge. Liz shakily poured herself a large glass of white wine, leaving the bottle on the counter when she finished. She’d need it tonight.

“What are you doing here Harry?” Liz asked after taking a huge sip of wine, looking up at him as he peeled back her curtain to her window in the living room and looked out. Her eyes darted to the butchers knife on the counter a few feet away.

“I’ve been bored Doc.” Harry responded. Elizabeth took another huge gulp of wine.

“According to the news, you’ve robbed two banks and killed four people, one of them a cop. Doesn’t sound very boring to me.” Liz spoke. Harry turned and shot Liz a tightlipped smile.

“Life isn’t as satisfying as it used to be, and I blame you for it Lizzy.” Harry commented as he began walking towards the kitchen. Elizabeth swore inwardly and inched over towards the knife. Her hand nervously shook some more, the wine swooshing back and forth in the glass. She held it back up to her mouth and drank another few gulps.

Harry watched Liz. Liz reached for the knife and in an instant Harry was behind Liz, his hand on hers that was clutching the knife. He slowly pried the knife from her fingers and then tossed it away, silent while he did so. Elizabeth took deep breaths to try and calm herself.

Harry pressed himself against her back, pushing his hips forward which pressed her pelvis against the kitchen counter. She felt his warm breath on her neck, and she shivered as Goosebumps appeared up and down her arms. Liz watched as he picked up the wine glass and held it to her lips, where she then gulped down the rest of the alcohol. Her nerves felt jumbled and shot. She didn’t know what to expect.

“I’ve done something very bad Sweets. Something you won’t like.” Harry murmured deeply into her ear. His hands gently roamed over her shoulders and down her arms and then back up again. His words felt like venom but his touch felt like everything good in the world. Liz bit the inside of her cheeks and screwed her eyes shut. Everything was so, so wrong.

“You’re always doing something I don’t agree with Mr. Styles.” Liz replied, trying to keep her voice firm. Harry’s hands went to her neck and then hair, where he tucked her hair behind her ears.

“Come with me.” Harry commanded. Elizabeth immediately jerked against him in response, revolted by the idea. She would never willingly go with him deeper into some hole she would never be able to climb out of. Harry’s hands firmly skimmed to her hips, where he forcefully turned her around to face him. He forced his pelvis into hers, the countertop biting into Liz’s lower back. He looked down at her as she glared up at him.

“Come with me or I will kill your father.” His eyes were cold, his voice hoarse. Liz’s lips parted and her eye widened disbelievingly.

“My d-dad?” she stuttered nervously. Harry nodded, his brown curls bouncing a little. Elizabeth stared up into his green eyes, her stomach plummeting.

“I’m afraid I did something a tad spontaneous and kidnapped the commissioner. Come with me, or I’ll kill him.” Harry stated. Liz forced herself to swallow, although her mouth felt dry.

“I’ll find a way to kill you for this Harry. I will, I promise. Hurt him and I’ll find a way to torture you for the rest of your life.” Elizabeth spoke, willing the words out of her mouth. As she said them, she knew they were true. It was what she truly felt. Harry licked his lips and smiled in response.

“Counting on it Sweets.” Harry replied, leaning forward to give Liz a quick forceful peck on the lips. It shocked Liz, but she knew if he had held her lips over hers any longer she would’ve bitten down hard enough to draw blood. She would never forgive him for this.

Harry grabbed her hand and laced his fingers through hers before tugging her towards her room. He let go of her as he went to her closet, pulled out a bag, and then went towards her drawers. He pulled out some shirts and shorts and tucked them in her bag before going towards her underwear drawer. Liz watched as he seemed to know exactly where he was going; he’d been through her stuff before.

“I didn’t take you for a panty sniffer Styles,” Liz called out to him. Harry dug around the drawer a bit and pulled out a lacey black thong, holding it in the air.

“I’ve learned you can learn a lot about someone by going through their knickers.” He grabbed some more “knickers” and threw them in the bag before going through another drawer and getting out some stuff from there as well. He then quickly strode into the bathroom adjoining her bedroom and Elizabeth heard things rattling from within as Harry dumped some more of her stuff into the bag.

“Should we grab the condoms?” He yelled out to her.

“Stick your dick anywhere near me and I’ll chop it off!” Liz yelled back at him. She crossed her arms over her chest and frowned as Harry laughed from within the bathroom.

“That’s a yes then,” she heard him mutter in a sing song voice.

“C’mon babe, lets skidaddle on out of here.” Harry said as he came out of the bathroom with her bag over his shoulder. His muscles bulged a little from beneath his white shirt. As they left her room, Liz stopped and clenched her fists.

“Maybe I’ve decided I’m not going to go with you.” She stated. Harry stopped, turned, and narrowed his eyes at her. He then pulled a phone out of his back pocket and clicked a few buttons.

“If you want to play it that way then now’s your chance to say toodaloo to your dear old dad,” Harry replied. Elizabeth reached up and pulled at her hair frustrated, before huffing and stomping towards Harry.

“Fine, let’s go. You have to promise to let him go though…” she said, feeling her stomach drop once more. The thought of her dad being somewhere tied up and harmed made her eyes feel a little wet. Harry grinned menacingly and held up his index finger and middle finger together.

“Scouts honor Ms. Draper,” he said. As Elizabeth tried to walk past him towards the door, he grabbed ahold of her, roughly dragging her towards him. Liz yelped and struggled a little. Harry’s large hands held her down easily as he strapped her backpack full of clothes on her back. He then silently grabbed her and dragged her once more behind him. They walked silently out of her apartment, down the stairs of her building, and then out the front. Liz looked up and down the road for some car that looked stolen, but saw none. She hoped they wouldn’t be walking the whole distance.

Harry let go of her arm and walked over towards a motorcycle parked up the sidewalk. She stared at him as he got on and then turned towards her.

“Get on.” He demanded. Liz slowly walked over to the motorbike and Harry. She considered turning down the street and making a run for it, screaming at the top of her lungs for help. Harry held out his hand.

But then her dad would die.

Elizabeth took a deep breath, took Harry’s hand, and then climbed up on the motorcycle behind Harry. He handed her a helmet and then cranked up the motorcycle, his hands rotating on the handlebars. Liz quickly put on the helmet, shutting the lid over her eyes.

“Hold on Sweets,” Harry said as he grabbed her arms and put them around his body. He then quickly took off from the side of the road, delving and weaving into a small bit of traffic of cars. Liz squeezed her eyes shut and hugged herself to Harry, both hating it…and loving it.

She felt like throwing herself off the bike.

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“Where is he?!” Liz cried out as she barged into room after room in the abandoned building. Harry slowly walked behind her, watching her do so. She turned and slammed her body into Harry’s, pounding her fists into his chest. Tears pooled in her eyes and streamed down her face. Elizabeth felt so damn pissed.

“WHERE IS HE HARRY!?” She yelled up at the curly headed monster in front of her. Harry’s green eyes penetrated her stare as he let her hit on him. Suddenly, he snatched her wrists into his grasps and forced her up against the nearest wall.

“He’s not here.” Harry slowly stated. Liz strained up against the wall and struggled weakly against him. She felt like collapsing.

“What do you mean he’s not here! You promised you’d let him go! Where is he!?” Elizabeth continued to yell.

“Stop!” Harry growled. Liz went slack against him. She was panting, trying to gather her breath.

“He’s not here. He never was. I lied about taking him, about threatening to kill him.” Harry stated, his deep voice rumbling. Elizabeth shook her head from side to side, not believing him. It couldn’t be true. He had trapped her here, lured her in with lies.

“You’re mine now. Don’t spoil the fun by throwing a tantrum Elizabeth.” Liz put all her weight into her leg, and thrust it forward to try and knee him in the groin. Harry easily side-stepped it and then trapped her leg, holding it up and forcing it against the wall. Liz cried out and turned her head to the side. Harry chuckled.

“Please Harold, don’t do this. Please let me go,” Elizabeth quietly pleaded. Harry pressed his body against Liz’s. Liz was scared, but her skin felt hot. Harry’s hands went to her throat, where he gently rubbed the skin there. Everywhere he touched felt like fire.

“Never…” Harry mumbled. Liz turned her gaze to his face, where he looked at her with an expression she’d never seen before. Half of his face was in the dark, the other half barely lit by a light shining in through a window nearby. He blinked, his eyelashes brushing up against the area beneath his eyes. And his green eyes pierced her, hauntingly so. His eyebrows quirked up, and then furrowed, and Liz watched his pouty lips work from side to side.

What was he thinking?

Abruptly he let her go and stepped away. Elizabeth, with nothing to support her weight, slid down the wall to the floor. She then dragged her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs.