I Wanna Save You

Chapter 4

•Chapter Four•

"You can't keep me here!" I scream at Harry as he places me down on the bed in the room that is now "mine."

"Yes, I believe we can," he replies, walking out of the room. Stupid celebrities. They think they can get away with anything just because everyone knows about them and they're rich.

I walk up to the door, rattling the handle. It's locked, of course, and I highly doubt the boys will unlock it unless I'm under one of their supervision. I'm pretty confident I can say they don't trust me, especially after the stunt I pulled today.

I walk over to the window, opening it and breathe in a breath of fresh air. Harry had said to me that I was in trouble. But what are they going to do to me?

I swallow shakily, walk over to the second door and peer curiously inside it. As I had assumed, inside is a bathroom. I go inside, closing and locking the door. The bathroom is just like any other bathroom. Sink, mirror, bathtub/shower, toilet. There's also a window.

Reminding myself I need a shower, I turn the tap on, finding the perfect heat. Then I strip and step into the steaming shower. It feels good. I wash, shave; you know, the things I need to do in a shower.

After I'm done, I wrap a towel around me and examine myself in the mirror. My brown usually curly hair hangs, damp, over my shoulder. I find a brush and begin to brush, ridding my hair of stray tangles. I stare at myself, and my bright green eyes stare back.

My friend, Jade, always used to joke around about how I could get away with being Harry Styles's sister. I always brushed the comment away, not believing it in the slightest. But now, when I've actually seen Harry Styles in real life, I can kind of see how alike we are in looks. Well, the face anyway.

As I walk out of the washroom, I realize I have no extra clothes. I find a closet and open it to find a bunch of guy clothes. Shrugging, I pick out a shirt and jeans, figuring I can reuse my undergarments. After I'm finished dressing, I go to the washroom and begin to dry my hair with a hair dryer. Once it's dry, I brush until my normal curls are back. I grab two bobby pins from the hair accessories drawer. One I pin in my hair. The other one I slip into my back pocket, smiling to myself.

I shut the door and turn the light off (Haha;) ). I walk over to the other door leading to the rest of the house when I see a note on the floor. I pick it up and read it.

We have gone out shopping for food and new clothes for you. Will be back around 12. Don't think of escaping; Niall is here to keep an eye on you.

Cheers,

Liam, Harry, Louis and Zayn.

I put the note on the beside table and walk over to the door. I check the handle again; still locked.

Oh well, I think myself, taking out the bobby pin and smiling even more. This is the perfect chance to escape. I'm not scared of Niall; he's like a penguin. Not that there's anything wrong with penguins. There's not. I just mean he looks very cute, cuddly and not very intimidating.

I stick the bobby pin in the lock and twist and turn until I hear a satisfying click. I turn the knob; it opens. Grinning, I stick the bobby pin back in the back pocket of the pair of jeans I'm wearing and proceed downstairs. The only reason I'm not climbing out the window is that I'm hungry.

Of course, I meet Niall at the table. He looks up at me, surprised. "How'd you get put of the room?" he asks incredulously. "It was locked!"

"I'm magical," I reply, walking over to the fridge for some food.