Stolen by Styles

"Taylor?" a low raspy voice comes from next to me slowly I look up. I see a boy standing before me. his arms are covered in tattoos. he is wearing a purple beanie just at the right height to let his brown curly locks peek out. "yes" I say not Letting my eyes leave his. he smirks. I bite my lip. he's probably some gangster guy that wants to rape me and kill me. "I'm harry, harry styles." he says. "now if you'd follow me its getting dark and cold I would like to go home. "