Stockholm Syndrome {h.s}

Six

When I get into my room, I take out my now dry hair from the ponytail I put it in early and it falls into it's natural waves. I walk over to the bed and pick up the clothes Harry said he got from my house. I hold up the clothes, a pair of skinny jeans, a white crop top with a jean jacket is in my hands. He's got style.

A few minutes later and I'm in the outfit Harry has brought from my house. I walk to the bathroom and knock on the door, just to make sure Harry isn't in there, just as the door opens. There Harry stands less than a foot away from me. A few drops of water are on his bare torso and his hair is wet but pulled back; a towel is hanging low on his waist, a few more tattoos revealed; the white towel is just below two fern tattoos, just above his incredible v-line. I back up, feeling uncomfortable about the small distance but still stare at his body. It's breath taking.

"You ready?" he asks me, smiling and dimples in his cheeks. He notices my stare and puts a hand on the door frame. Then he takes the chance to look at my outfit, starring at my covered body as well. I flush and I mentally thank myself for pulling this outfit off so well.

"Um, yeah I just was wondering if yo-you brought anything else from my house." I stutter, distracted from his amazing toned body. Why do I have to be so hypnotized by my kidnapper?

"I um," he can't stop starring either, distracted just as I am. "I, yeah. Just some more clothes and a toothbrush. What-uh what else did you need?" he asks me, detaching his eyes to look at my face.

I look back into his eyes after a few seconds of admiring his body. "Um, I was hoping you brought some of my makeup?" I say in more of a question nervously.

His eyebrows knit together and his eyes are confused. "No, you don't need that shit." he replies like it's obvious. I'm not sure if he meant that as a complement or not so I just give him a small smile in response and look at my feet, hiding my red cheeks. "I'll be a few minutes. Don't try anything or you'll regret it." he says and walks past me, I turn my head and watch as his bare feet move across the wood floor and turn right toward a closed door. I turn my head back to face the bathroom when he enters the unknown room making eye contact with me before closing the door shut. The daylight makes me turn my head to face the big window in the living room. I walk over to the window that faces what seems like the back of the house only to reveal hundreds of trees. Am I even in California? That's just the billion dollar question. Where the hell am I?

I should probably prepare myself for our date in case Harry tries anything which he probably will. I walk over to the kitchen and look for anything that I can use for a weapon. I look threw every drawer but when I get to the last one i haven't looked in yet of course, I find a pocket knife. I slip it under the waistband of my shorts and hope the weapon isn't to noticeable. I'm definitely not afraid to use the knife if I have to. Harry comes out of the room he entered earlier wearing a band tee and his signature black skinny jeans. He walks over toward me making his heals click on the floor and his face has a confused but angry look.

"What are you doing over here?" he asks with anger, still walking toward me and starring into my eyes waiting for an answer and I better make up an excuse, quick.

"Looking for scissors to cut a string on my shirt." I lie. Smooth Lia. He still looks angry, clearly not believing my stupid excuse and his darkened emerald eyes still starring into my big brown ones.

He turns around and lifts his tattooed covered arm to pull one of the many wood drawers to pull out a big pair of scissors that I saw before when looking for a weapon. I would have loved to take with me for today but they were way to big to hid in any of my clothes. He hands the scissors to me and I arch my back and pretend to cut a string that I never had in the first place.

"Let's go, we're late now." he informs me while putting the scissors back into the drawer and closing it.

"Late for what exactly?" I ask him hoping he'll tell me where we are going or what we're doing.

Harry turns to face back to me and grabs my wrist tightly with his large hand and starts to drag me to what I think is the front door. I put pressure onto my heels to maybe stop Harry from pulling my arm but that doesn't seem to help at all, he just keeps dragging me and doesn't stop. "Wait," I protest, hoping that will help stop him better than my attempt to stop him with my heels; but that doesn't stop him either, his face still turned to the door making his flawless jaw line visible. "Stop!" I yell. He stops walking. I'm sure I have his attention now. I really don't know when I got so confident but I still stand my ground. I'm not just going to let him pull me out of this place without telling me where he plans on taking me because I'm positive he wouldn't take me on an actual date; not that I feel much safer here anyway. He turns his head to me and his beautiful green eyes are no where to be found; only dark ones. I try to pull my wrist back from his grasp but he tightens his fingers around my small wrist.

"No one ever tells me what to do." he spits through his teeth, his face now only a few inches from mine making his body tower over mine. My confidence slips away very quickly every second we stand here. "Got it?" he says slowly. I gulp and try not to let him see how frightened I am by him. I nod, still starring into his dark eyes. "Good. Now let's try that again." he tilts his head and turns back to the door. I guess I will just let him drag me out of here without me knowing where we're going. Harry opens the old wooden door and pulls me out of the house along with him, locking the door behind him with one hand. His grip on my wrist has gotten tighter since he pulled me out of that haunted house, I'm pretty sure Harry has left a mark on my wrist from how tight his hand is. He drags me to the back of then house to find a black Ford Focus 2012. "Get in." he instructs, unlocking the car and lets go of my wrist to go to his side of the car. I open the door and sit in the passenger seat and click on my seat belt in a matter of seconds. Harry opens the driver door and gets into the car, putting the key into the ignition and turns it, making the car come to life with a roar and an unfamiliar song playing in the background. Harry presses on the gas and gets the car onto the small road; I just keep quiet and lean my head agents the window, trying to stay away from Harry as possible.

We drive for two hours until I finally break the silence. "What are we doing for this date?" I ask just above a whisper to be gentle, I prefer him to be in a good mood since we are possibly going somewhere with other people around.

Harry clears his throat. "Someplace you haven't been before." he states, clearly not wanting to give away any information to me. "But, some of my mates will be joining us, I'm sure you remember them from last night." he adds. I look over to Harry like he has just grown another eye and my heart starts to beat faster and faster, he notices and chuckles but keeping his eyes on the road. "Their girls will be there too." he says, slightly trying to calm my nerves but doesn't do a thing to help.

"Their girls?" I question, repeating his words.

"For Tuesday. Just like you'e mine." he says with no emotion. You're mine. I play over his words in my head even though I know he doesn't mean it the way I'm taking it. I look out my window. All kinds of different types of trees are only a few feet away from the car and a giant building is partly hidden behind them. As each second passes, more and more of the tall building comes into place. When the building is completely clear, three different black cars are parked in front of the old, scary looking concrete structure. Harry parks beside one of the cars and opens his door and climbing out. I stay in the car for a few more seconds and sign loudly before climbing out and following Harry into the building. What a perfect date this will be. I think to myself. As my feet carry me closer and closer to the massive building I try to remember myself to use the knife if I have to, Harry's friends from last night making that chance more possible.

Harry opens a metal door for me, mumbles and laughs in the distance fill my ears making my heart beat faster once again.

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