Chapter Eleven

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I started to drink my wine and it tasted really good and sweet.

You could tell this was the could expensive kind.

Loved.

He peaked at the side of the wall at me.

"Dinner's done."

I smiled getting off the couch walking over taking another sip of my wine.

There was two plates for him and I of the lasagna and garlic bread.

I am STARVING. I can't wait to dig in.

"Cheers to this lovely night with a lovely beautiful girl." he smiled raising his glass in the middle of the table.

"Cheers to the most amazing man sitting in front of me as I wouldn't wanna be anywhere else right now, but with him."

We smiled. As I raised my glass up in the middle as well ; we clinked the glasses together gently pulling it towards us again taking a drink.

I took a big drink finished my glass.

"You liked the wine I see."

I nodded. "It was really good."

He smiled. "You'll love my lasagna."

I took a bite. It was AMAZING.

"Won't lie probably the best lasagna I've ever ate before."

"Well, I appreciate it."

"Your mom would be proud." I smiled.

"I'd hope so at least." he smiled back.

We ate for a bit as he got up walking towards me.

"Wanna dance?"

I laughed. "Harry, there's no music."

He took out his phone as he played the play button. The speakers started to play around the apartment.

I giggled. He's to cute.

I just died in your arms tonight started playing.

"Ah...you like Cutting Crew"

"What can I say this is a good song." he shrugged as he pulled me up gently into the living room as he pulled me into his chest as he slowly danced.

He's the one. He has to be.

He's to perfect.

A few minutes passed by as I started to not feel good. I must've ate too much.

I stopped dancing.

"Are you okay, love?"

I shook my head. "I-I don't feel to good."

The room was spinning. I was sweating like crazy.

"I need to go home."

"You'll be fine just lay down and sleep it off."

I shook my head freaking out. "My dad needs me home. I gotta go."

"Well, I'm not taking you anywhere love. You need to sleep it off."

Fuck this. I'm walking.

As I headed to the door he stood right in front of it. What the hell is he doing?

"Harry, please move."

"I can't do that, love."

"W-why not." I couldn't see straight I don't know what was happening.

"You're mine, Fal. I meant that."

Did he fucking drug me?

Did he put something into my drink or food?

Why is he doing this? What's the purpose?

I tried to get through as he grabbed me tightly picking me up I started to kick and all that I could, but my body was so damn weak.

"It'll all be over soon, my love."

As he brung me to this bedroom I think. As he threw me onto a bed and all I know I blacked out right after.

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