Harry Styles; Short Story Imagines

Kidnapped (Pt1)

Catalina Sayro:

6:49am.

I groan as my alarm rings for the 100th time this morning. How many times have I shut it already?! I lazily slam my palm on the alarm again, making it shut up. Even though I just wanted to sink my head into my pillow and go back to my comfortable, slumber sleep, I know I couldn't as my work awaits me.

I roll my eyes at the thought as I force myself to get up. Well, what can I say? This is what a 21 year old needs to go through, at least I do. My schedule is mostly the same. Wake up, slam my alarm about two hundred times, force myself to get up, go to the bathroom to start my day, change my clothes, eat breakfast, go to work, work, come back home, and that's it. That's all I do all day.

I'm very grateful for my job and everything I have and own, but it can get so tiring sometimes.

I never really had many friends, I like to stay quiet and mind my own business: That's what I've done all my life. My parents never really gave me attention or talked to me as they were busy in their own work, and I never had siblings so I barely had company. I was known as the 'quiet kid' throughout my school and college years and I was sort of happy that way as people barely bothered me. And thankfully, I was never really bullied in my life.

Sure, I've had a couple hand full of friends in my life, none that I would prefer to hang out if I had the option to stay home, but I was happy either way. No drama, no relationships, no heartbreaks, just free, and I liked it that way. Eventually, I moved out of my parents' house because it didn't look like they really wanted me to stay there and I was practically non-existent to them, so I just decided to move out and live alone, to make a fresh start, and it's been good so far.

I groan as I drag myself to the bathroom, my eyes barely opened as my dark-brunette hair was in a mess. I rub my eyes sleepily as I open the bathroom door that was attached to my room and look myself in the mirror, my brown eyes widen as I stare at my horrible state.

"Ew." I speak to myself as I see my hair everywhere, as I expected. Most of my oversized grey shirt slipped to the left size, showing off my black bra strap. I was too tired when I came back home and didn't bother removing my bra, which I don't sometimes. The only decent thing at the minute were my black short shorts. I just huff and open the tap to my shower, by the time I strip my clothes off, the water will have gotten hot. And I was right.

I make sure to close the bathroom door as I step into the shower, the hot warm water immediately touches my skin, making my nerves relax as I run both my hands down my hair, soothing it.

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I walk out of my bathroom with a towel wrapped around my body and one wrapped around my head, I had made sure to brush my teeth once I was done with my bath. I turn around to shut the bathroom door, some left out steam coming out of the bathroom as I do so. I prefer hot water over cold while showering.

I make my way to my wardrobe, cussing at myself for not picking my clothes out before my shower. I decide to wear a new pair of black bra matching with my plain black panties. My black sweatpants and a white crop top with white, short socks getting on too. I didn't bother dressing fancy because I never really like dresses or dressing up much.

After I changed, I go to my dresser as look at myself in the mirror. Okay, at least I look better than before. Progress.

I grab my hair dryer from my drawer and dry my hair. After that, I brush my hair and throw it in a ponytail. I grab my bag and shove my high black converse on and open my apartment door. I couldn't afford to live in a big house with the small amount of money I had, but luckily enough, I did my an apartment with one bedroom and a kitchen, which is enough for me and I'm grateful.