Chapter Four.
Alex’s POV:
I woke up onto of Harry’s chest I felt weird, in a good way. I never really had a boyfriend; even if I got close to they cheated on me, or went after my sister. I rolled off his chest and beside him. I wrapped my arm around him and rested my head on his chest.
Wait. What am I doing?! I thought, I just met him! I was about to rip my arm away when Harry grabbed ahold of it and pulled himself down to eye level with me. He smiled and reviled his dimples. I looked into his emerald eyes they looked glossy and they we’re shimmering in the light coming in from the window.
“I want to take you out to dinner.” He spoke calmly. His voice deep and calming.
“If I agree, I get to choose what type of food we eat…” we both grinned.
“But I never said where we would eat, now did i…” He smiled and flashed a wink at me.
“Where shall we be going then?”
“Well since you get to choose what type of food, you choose where we eat.”
“Ok…I have an idea!” I smiled at him as he pushed himself closer to me, “Why don’t we cook?”
His face lit up, “Ok! Love, we will cook! And what type of food shall we be dining on?” he said with a grin.
“Well, I love Mexican food!” I blurted out
“OK then Mexican it is!” he sighed, “But now, I really have to go. Bye, bye blue eyes” He got up and shot me a wink.
Bye, bye blue eyeshis words echoed in my head, just like my kidnapper said…
I got out of bed and noticed a clothes hanging in the opened closet. Huh? Sarah probably put them there last night. Oh. My. God. What if she seen me and Harry? He is probably her age…
I walked to the closet threw on a long sleeve blue holster shirt on and a pair of skinny jeans.
I walked out of the room and to the bath room. Ew, gross. I brushed though my hair and washed my face and skipped makeup. I went down stairs and found Sarah making breakfast.
“Hey Sar” I said with a smile, “sorry about last night” I spoke as I walked over to the kitchen and started to help her make pancakes.
“Oh it’s fine, I would be upset too…” She kept her head down and focused on the pancakes, “Umm Alex can I talked to you about harry?” I suddenly felt all the blood start to rush and my stomach twirl inside of me.
“Yeah sure…” I nodded.
“So um last night, wow this is awkward… you guys didn’t…”
“Oh. My. Gosh. You think… me and him? What is wrong with you? I just met him! I’m not like that! Okay maybe I said yes to go to dinner with him yeah, but that! NO! Yeah last night he held me and dang to me that’s it but not that!” I defensively yelled. Sarah looked shocked, and relived, but mostly shocked.
“It was just a question…” she clearly didn’t know how to respond to my ‘freak out’
The rest of the breakfast was pretty quiet. Until the near end.
“Sarah?” I spoke quietly
“Yeah.”
“When did you get the time to get these clothes?” I said while fidgeting with my shirt.
“Last night, I knew you were safe with Harry so I went out to get clothes for you and me…” she said quietly.
“Oh thank you…” Well this is awkward, “Um… today do you mind if I take the car and go see about a job?” he face lifted into a smile, “what did you do?” I asked sighing.
“Well you’re going to love me!” she gushed, “I got you a job, at the big music store! It’s huge and so many people go there it’s crazy! I know what your thinking how did I get you a job without you even being there, I just dropped off you….” I zoned out of the conversation. Wow I already have a job… Besides getting kidnapped, being here isn’t that bad!
“Alex?”
“Huh.” I blurted out
“I asked you what you think of a job at the music store, I know you love music and everything…”
“I’m super happy! … When do I start?” She smiled.
“About an hour,” she probably planed that, make me late for work. She knows how long it takes to do my hair!
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“So Sarah wasn’t lying…” I whispered to myself.
I walked through the big front doors and into the huge building. There were records of every kind, there was music interments’ everywhere. A seating area and even a coffee shop off to the side. This is amazing! I stun around trying to get a good look of the building.
“You must be Alex,” a voice behind me spoke, “Here” he said passing me a name tag, “Since you are new, we need you to sort these disks. OK?” he sounded American. He looked to be about twenty, dark brown hair, blue eyes. I walked over to the cd’s and started to sort.
OK I know this isn’t long but I will continue this later!
