Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter Four

Harry returned half an hour later with a plate of food and a glass of water.

"I said I'm not hungry," I said.

"I still brought you something in case you change your mind," Harry said.

"I'm not eating it," I stated, deciding right then and there that I wasn't eating until I got out of here.

"You have to eat sooner or later," he said, sitting the plate and cup of water on the chair and making his way over to the bed.

"You can't make me," I growled as I scooted to the far end of the bed.

"Oh, baby! The things I could make you do! I'll force that food down your throat if I have to!" he grinned.

"Get the fuck away from me you ass!" I shouted at him.

"I'll show you my ass if you want," Harry smirked.

I slapped him. Hard. It left a red mark on his face.

"What was that for?" he asked, wincing as he brought a hand to his face.

"For being such a bitch! Why the hell do you have to do this to me!? I want out of here!" I yelled at him.

"Shh. Quiet now. It's ok. I'm not letting you go, but I can promise you that I won't hurt you as long as you do what I say," his voice was quieter as he spoke.

"No. I'm not doing anything you ask me to!" I hissed.

"Please, baby. I love you so much!" He tried putting his arm around my shoulder.

"Get off!" I growled as I pushed his hand away.

"Don't be so mean. Now, will you please eat? For me?" Harry asked. I saw something flash across his eyes that looked sincere, like he was trying to be nice. Impossible! He kidnapped you! I reminded myself.

"Absolutely not!! Now leave!" I got out through clenched teeth.

"I'm staying right here. I won't leave your side. I promise," he said. Why the heck was he being so nice all of a sudden?

I needed a phone, a computer, something that I could contact someone with. I had my purse and phone with me when Harry kidnapped me. "What'd you do with my phone? And my purse? I had important stuff in there!" I asked.

"Don't worry about it. I didn't take anything from your purse. But I did use your phone. I texted your mum and that stupid guy you think is your boyfriend and told them you were loaded with homework and couldn't talk," he smiled, clearly pleased with his accomplishments.

"How dare you touch my personal stuff!!!!! They're going to get suspicious! And there's one person you didn't text that is going to want to know how it's going," I glared at him.

"And who's that? I'll just let them know you're OK," he said.

"None of your business! He'll get worried when I don't contact him and he will literally come to England to check on me and see if I'm OK!! So watch your back!" I hissed. I knew Nick would hop on a plane and come to check on me if I didn't answer his texts and calls. He always was super protective of me. And he promised me when I left that if I didn't answer him within 24 hours, he was coming to get me.

"I'm not scared one bit! He can try to hurt me but he won't succeed!!" Harry said, flexing his muscles, which, by the way, weren't covered in a shirt. He was still shirtless but had put some sweatpants on.

"Oh but he will! And those muscles are nothing!" I said.

"So you noticed them?" He smirked.

"I long for the day when someone deflates that giant ego of yours," I hissed back at him.

"And I long for the day that you realize I love you and would give you the world to make you happy!" Harry replied warmly.

"Well we don't always get what we want, do we?" I retorted.

Harry got up off the bed and made his way to the door. "I'm leaving the food in here. Please eat it. And try to get some sleep, love."

Before I could respond he left, locking the door behind him.

A/N  Sorry it's been awhile! I have something special planned for the next chapter so don't be mad at me! Plz!
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