AN: the song for this chapter is Who Are You, Really? by Mikky Ekko

Harry

After a few minutes of Tate writhing around, trying to overpower the chloroform cloth I had pressed to her face, she finally stopped. I pulled the cloth away from her face and then put it back into my duffle bag. 

    That should keep her out for a while, and if she did come to, all I had to do was press the chemical back onto her face, and she'd be out again in no time.

   I looked around her room as I stood up from the bed. It was exceptionally neat. Not a single thing was out of place, or a speck of dust in sight. I wondered if she had been staying here long, or if she had only recently moved here, in order to be closer to whatever organization she was working for. Maybe she was an independent, although I doubted that, she seemed to have a lot of resources otherwise she wouldn't have been able to know who I was or that the knife belonged to me. 

     I made my way over to her closet, shuffling through the pretty neutral colored clothes, minus a few light greens, blues, and purples. Eventually, I found a bag that looked large enough, and began to throw some clothes into it, along with some shoes. Next was the dresser, I pulled out some of her underwear, trying to ignore the more scandalous ones as I placed them into the bag. I got a couple of more things, before heading into the bathroom, and grabbing the items she had lined up on the counter, and a little clutch full of some skincare shit. 

     I had a feeling that getting the information we needed out of her would take a while, and I would prefer if I didn't have to take her shopping. I didn't want to reward bad behavior. I cracked my neck as I ventured back into her bedroom, placing all of the items inside the bag before zipping it shut. I grabbed her phone and put it into my pocket, making a mental note to have Abel hack into it as soon as possible to look for any useful information, and also so that we could send out fake texts in order to cover all of our bases, and maybe even buy us a few days before people started to look for her. There was one thing left to grab though.

Her.

I slid both bag straps over my shoulder before shifting towards her. I bent down slightly and slid one arm under her knees, and the other under her upper back, lifting her up easily. She was pretty small, which just made my work easier. 

     I exited the apartment after I had taken one final glance around to make sure that nothing looked out of the ordinary. Minus some of Tate's clothes missing, there wasn't anything gone that would cause questions to be raised.

    I mean, she was missing, but nothing in the apartment showed any sign of forced entry.

My plan was to have Abel access her most frequent contacts, see if she had any friends that she talked to on a regular basis. We would send a message to her mother saying that they were going on a girl's trip for a few days. Obviously, sooner or later, her mother would start to grow suspicious, but hopefully, we'd be able to use the first few days or a week to get the answers out of Tate, without also having to worry about her panicked mother.

      I was immensely grateful that James had given me his security key, and that I could use the employee exits and stairwells, that way I didn't have to run into any other residents and explain to them why I was carrying an unconscious girl around their apartment building. 

   Soon enough, I was exiting the back door, greeted with the sound of the engine of our car, humming quietly.  

   The backseat door flung open, and I was met with Niall's grinning face.

"You have got to be fucking joking. That's her?" 

I rolled my eyes as I shrugged the two bags off of my shoulder, tossing them to him. He threw them into the trunk before moving back to his seat.

   I carefully got into the car and sat with Tate still in my arms.

Will and Abel turned back to see what Niall was so excited about.

"Dude, she is...she's fucking stunning," Will breathed, practically drooling over her.

I saw a flash of guilt on Abel's face, and I knew that he didn't feel right about kidnapping this girl.

"She is very beautiful," he spoke quietly, slightly adjusting his glasses. 

Will lightly slapped the steering wheel, laughing in amazement at the sight of Tate.

"Yeah, but we didn't kidnap her just to ogle over her like little boys. We kidnapped her because she has information that we need." I spoke harshly.

"You're no fun," Niall pouted, buckling his seatbelt. Will mumbled in agreement, before putting the car in drive and pulling away from the apartment building.

     I knew she was stunning. You'd have to be an idiot to not see that, but she was also a liar, and that overrode any amount of beauty in my mind. I wasn't going to let those doe eyes trick me.

   Abel opened his laptop that was sat on his legs, his hands flying across the keyboard for a minute or two, before shutting it again.

"Ok, the security cameras at the Lotus are back up and running. We're good to go."

     We had a long drive ahead of us. We had decided that it would probably be best to keep Tate at one of our safe houses, seeing as this could take a while. It was about three hours away, in a very remote location.

   I wiggled around in my seat, trying to get as comfortable as I could while holding a knocked out girl in my arms, and prepared myself for the long journey to the safe house.

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Tate

     When I finally came to, for about the first two seconds, I forgot what had happened. They were the most blissfully ignorant two seconds of my life, and I ached for them as soon as they were gone.

     I was still in my pajamas, but I was not in my bed. I was in a king-sized bed, remembering how the last time I felt this small was when I first met Harry. The room I was in had tall ceilings and was very minimally decorated. 

    The realization that I had absolutely no idea who else was in this house, or where this house even was, hit me like a ton of bricks. My throat felt tight, and my eyes began to fill with tears, and I fought to hold them back, when suddenly, an idea struck me as I turned my head and saw the windows.

    I slowly got up, making my way over to them. I silently prayed that this was a one-story house, or that if it wasn't that it wasn't too high up, but was soon disappointed as I glanced out of the windows and was met with a very large distance between the window and the ground. This didn't completely deter me however, as the idea of falling from a few stories seemed much more attractive to me than being held against my will by Harry and whoever else inhabited this house. 

   I slid my fingers under the window sill, pushing it up with all of my force. Nothing. I don't think it even moved a millimeter. It was sealed shut. 

     The seal holding back my tears however, was now broken.

I felt them begin to stream down my face. My face was hot underneath them, and my mind ached as it tried to comprehend what was happening, and how I had managed to get myself in this situation.

   I slid my hands through my hair, gripping it and pulling it in frustration as I began to nervously pace around the room, my bare feet patting along the hardwood floors. 

    The door to the room opened, causing me to jump slightly. However, the person who opened it frightened me much more. 

Harry.

   My body's natural instinct had become to get as far away from Harry as possible, and so subconsciously, the sight of him caused my feet to shuffle backwards, until I felt the back of my legs hit the end of the bed.

     He just laughed as he always did whenever he saw that I was in distress, and began to walk up to me.

   "Good morning, princess," he spoke in a low voice. 

Morning? I thought to myself. I had been out that long? 

      "Where am I?" I asked although I'm not sure why I did because I knew he wouldn't tell me.

"In a safe house somewhere," he answered, and that was all he was willing to give me.

   I couldn't help myself as I chuckled at the irony. A safe house. I don't think I had ever felt more unsafe in my life.

    Harry was only a few steps away from me now, and he looked down at me intensely, and I could have sworn I felt myself shrink under his stare. 

     My breathing was getting out of control, and I could feel my hands beginning to shake. I attempted to hide this from Harry by crossing my arms over my chest and was reminded that I was still in my pajamas. They weren't immodest in any way, but for some reason, I felt naked as Harry scanned me up and down.

     It took all of my strength to make eye contact with him. "Why am I here, Harry?" I asked, my voice was steady, but quiet, laced with a hint of desperation. 

I don't know what I said wrong, but Harry suddenly looked angry, very angry. He reached up and harshly gripped the bedpost next to my head, leaning in closer to me, his nostrils flaring.

  "Tate, would you just fucking stop it already? You know why you're here! Do you really want to make this harder on yourself by keeping up the whole innocent act?" His voice was louder than it normally was, not quite a yell, but significantly louder than his normal speaking voice, causing me to cower back in fear.

      "I don't know why I am here Harry...I'm serious. I have no idea what you are-" I was suddenly cut off by Harry's hand slapping the bedpost, and I let out a scream.

      "Stop fucking lying Tate!" He yelled, and the volume of his voice that I had previously been startled by now began to seem like a whisper. 

    He was fuming mad now, and I closed my eyes tightly, wanting to just pretend that I wasn't here, even if for only a moment. 

"Open your damn eyes Tate. Look at me," he demanded, gripping my chin with his free hand.

    My eyes slowly opened again, and I was out of the world of make believe, and back in the nightmare that I couldn't seem to wake up from.

  I breathed in and out a few times, trying to compose myself, and Harry released his grip on my chin.

"What is it that you think I know Harry? That you think I've done?" I asked as calmly as I could manage.

"I know that you lied to me when you said James was just your neighbor. I know that you know what line of work he is in, and I know that somehow you are involved in it. I know that you know who I am, I know that you know about the software, and I know that you know the password for it," he listed off, only leaving me more confused and helpless than I had been before.

"No I-" I started, but Harry interrupted me, reaching up to run his hands through his hair. 

"Damnit Tate, you do realize you could be dead at any minute, right?" He asked.

My heartbeat was pounding in my head, I looked down and saw a gun strapped to his belt.

"Please Harry. Let me go. I can't help you," I begged, sounding completely pathetic. 

He shook his head in refusal. "I can't do that, princess. You have something that I need, and I will get it out of that pretty little head of yours one way or another. Soon enough I'll know exactly who you really are, no matter how hard you try to hide it."

     "Who I am?" I chuckled in disbelief. "Let me tell you. I am a twenty-year-old girl. I work at a restaraunt, I like art and reading. I made straight A's all through school because I worked my ass off to earn my grades. I play the cello, I was the first chair in my school orchestra. I only have a few friends because I am so busy with work. I've never gotten in trouble in school, or been a trouble maker at home, and that is a brief synopsis of my life. Notice how none of it had anything to do with you or whatever the hell you're talking about?" I snapped.

   He eyed me up and down, looking annoyed.

"Now you know who I am, so tell me, Harry...who the fuck are you?"

   He crossed his arms over his chest, glaring down at me. 

"Fine, smartass. You want to keep pretending, that's fine by me, it just means more trouble for you. I am Harry Edward Styles. I am one of the right hand men to the leader of one of the largest organized crime groups in the world. I have killed more people than you could even begin to imagine, and I am a very impatient man," he answered, emphasizing the last part. 

    "What the fuck does an organized crime group want with me? And what does James have to do with this? He's just a business man!" I cried out, throwing my hands up in frustration.

   "Yeah right, Tate. You know very well that James is second in command to another large organized crime group. And I know that you are also aware of our recent alliance with them. And that we need you in order to access the software."

Chills ran up and down my spine at his words. 

I couldn't believe how stupid I had been, to think that I was so safe walking home with James that night, when he was just as bad as Harry, maybe even worse for all I knew. 

And what was the deal with this fucking software he kept talking about? I could barely remember my email password, and here he was accusing me of being the key to some software that a group of the most dangerous people in the world had gotten their hands on.

I just stood there with my mouth open.

Harry huffed in annoyance, before turning on his heel and heading toward the door, pausing as he reached it and facing me.

   "When you're ready to tell the truth, come downstairs. We will be waiting for you."

"Who's we?" I asked in a small voice.

He just smirked at me, giving me a sarcastic wave goodbye, before slamming the door shut.

AN: HI GUYS! I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS CHAPTER! UGH I FEEL SO BAD FOR TATE! I WILL TRY TO HAVE CHAPTER 12 UP TONIGHT BUT IF NOT IT WILL BE UP TOMORROW! I WILL KEEP YOU POSTED! DON'T FORGET TO VOTE AND COMMENT! ILY ALL! xx