ANON. || l.s.

Moodswings

I witness your madness
You shed light on my sins
And if we share in this sadness
Then where have you been?

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The tall man had almost pressed himself to the glass, a hand against it, looking at me pleading. In one hand he was clutching a brown paper bag. He wasn't in his suit he wore the day I met him. He looked more...casual? He was wearing a simple white t-shirt with baggy jeans and Vans. The outfit alone reminded me how effortlessly gorgeous this man was. And also, how much of a fucking liar he was. 

   'Y-you?' It came out as a whisper, my voice skipping a bit from all the crying and my swollen throat. I pulled myself together, wiping away my tears and sat on the edge of the bed. Somehow I didn't felt the need to use the pillow as a barrier. I knew this man, or at least...I thought I did. He had comforted me, and he was the first person who instantly understood the dynamic between Father and me.
 
He had a pitiful look on his face, and I realised I probably looked like trash. My hair was greasy and most likely peeking in all directions, my eyes felt puffy and my face flushed. Not to mention I was still wearing this godawful turtleneck and sweats. 

   'Yes...me...' He bit his lip. '...Louis I'm so sorry-'
   'How could you do this to me?' That shut him up and all I saw were big pleading green eyes. 'I mean, you know what a hard time I already had at home a-and then you do this to me?' My tears started to flow and my nose snotty. If he ever thought I was attractive, that would've ended it right then and there. But I didn't care. Honestly, I was scared but mostly pissed right now. He betrayed me. Even if I only met him once, I felt a connection with him, and he betrayed me. 
   'That's why we did it...' He was mumbling, but I heard him clearly.
   'What?'
   'I-' He quickly scanned the hallway and shook his head, as if to rid himself of some unwanted thoughts. 'I can't explain now, but please believe me if I say I wanted- no, want the best for you...'
   'So you lock me inside a fucking cage?!' I seethed through gritted teeth. He really had some fucked up views on how to look after someone. 

   'I know this doesn't look good, but it's routine.'
   'Routine my ass.'
   'No, Louis, listen...You are here to calm down and get over the shock but we want you to gain your strength back and heal...' His eyes flitted to my throat.
   'So in addition to being almost strangled to death, you now keep me in a cage, to look after me? I'm not a fucking hamster, Harry! I'm not your personal pet to give food to once in a while and see if I can do tricks! Fuck you!' I spitted the words out, breathing as if I was running a marathon. Fuck I was angry. Who did he think he was? Who gave him the right?! My eyes searched the room. I needed to get out of here. As fast as I could I sprinted to the desk and grabbed the chair. With everything I had, I hurled the chair into the glass door. With a loud bang, it smacked against the glass and tumbled onto the floor. Not a scratch. 

Harry looked at me in shock and for a moment we stood there staring at each other. Harry dumbfounded with his mouth half ajar and me shooting daggers with my eyes and breathing heavy, fists clenched to my side. Me also a bit taken a back from how strong that glass seemed to be.
   'Get...the fuck..away from me.' 
   'Louis- '
   'No, leave me alone! Just leave me alone here to rot!'
   'I'm not gonna do that...'
   'What do you want from me?!' I threw my hands up in defeat.
   'I want you to eat and gain some strength.'
   'Do you want your hamster to eat now do ya?' 
   'You're not a hamster you know-'
   'Do you need me to eat so your boss is proud of you?...' I screamed the word at him. '...Is that it? Need to get a raise, huh?' 

I was provoking him, I knew I was, but I was livid. I glared angrily, daring him to break his pity party and reveal the real reason he was keeping me here. Was he just enticing me to like him that day, so I would be more pliant when he caught me? If that was the case, I wasn't about to give him his money's worth. I'd make his life a living hell too. 

   'Louis... seriously I-'
   'You're just a pathetic man, who abducts teenage boys to satisfy his own needs! You disgust me! Fuck you!'
It must've been my arm throwing or maybe I had blinked too much, I don't know, but before I knew it the door swung open and he stormed at me. I stumbled backwards, a sudden panic falling over me, when he grabbed me and pinned me to the wall. His face was hovering over mine and his eyes were slits, a gaze that had me terrified on the spot.
   'Now...Say that again, will you?' He gritted his teeth and I saw his jaw clench. His eyes were a vivid green, almost spitting fire. 

   'I- I...'
   'What was that, hmm?' He hummed the words and I felt my stomach drop. I was sweating again, and about to throw up from the sudden mood shift and anxiety. I bit my bottom lip, trying to stop my quivering and I felt tears welling up again. 
   'Think before you speak, will you? I'm here for your wellbeing - your wellbeing only, even if that's hard to grasp right now.' 

He released me and stepped back, causing me to slump down to the ground. He brushed his hands through his hair a few times and seemed to be in some sort of angry discomfort. He was looking up and down, mumbling things to himself, eyes wide. I just stayed seated against the wall, huddled up in a bawl, bracing myself for another outburst.

It didn't seem to come. It was quiet for a bit and when I looked up he was still standing there, hands beside him and just staring at me. Behind him, the door was still open. 

   'Don't even think about it.' His voice was deep and intimidating. He must've seen me looking at the door. He let out a deep sigh, combed through his hair again and walked back to the hallway. He grabbed the brown bag he must've discarded when he came barging in and walked back to the bed. 
   'Eat.' He dumped the bag onto the bed and walked out, locking the door again. 

I stared at the bag contemplating what to do. In handwriting - the same as the arnica cream someone got me - was my name in curly letters.

For
Louis Tomlinson

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soooooo we're a bit further into the story now!!! And wowww i have a lot of new readers😍😍😍 hiiiii

What do you think about their second interaction??  Why do you think H acted this way?

I was thinking to post questions under each chapter to interact with you guys more:D I hop you like it! (I'll start off really simple) 

So. The first question: Who is your favorite person in the world? 

MA: For me it is my dad. He adopted me when I was 6 and I never felt like less of a daughter to him. He always listens to me and we can communicate in a way I really appreciate:D 

Hope you liked the chapter! See you again tomorrow!

XX Isa

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