Captured (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 12

*Marie's P.O.V*

This movie was hilarious. It really was. I didn't laugh though. Like I said before, I'm good at hiding my emotions. Also, I was too busy thinking.

The punishment.

Harry was going to punish me. He was probably going to rape me, right? I decided I wouldn't let him do it to me. I wasn't going to be defenseless anymore. I was going to protect myself, even if that means letting out a teeny bit of my spy side.

Zayn's already seen it. At this point, I don't care anymore. I've been here for a little over 6 hours, but it's really been about 6 years in the spy world. I've wasted 6 hours of my life being kidnapped.

I can get out of here. I guess I'll just spend the night here, though. If Harry tries to pull any funny business, I will not hesitate to react in a harsh manor. That's a promise. No, that's a threat.

I was aware that Harry would look at me from time to time during the movie. I acted like I didn't notice him. Instead, I replayed different defense skills over and over in my head. I was actually surprised when the tv clicked off, symbolizing the end of the movie.

"Time for bed!" Liam announced. What? It was still early! I usually didn't go to bed until around midnight. I suppose that's a habit from never getting sleep when I was a spy.

"We have an early day tomorrow. It's best to get some sleep," Liam explained, probably noticing my confused face.

"Okay," I nearly grumbled, and sauntered up to my room, leaving the other boys behind me.

Once in my room, I pulled on some shorts and a tank top, and made my way over to the bed. It had silk sheets, and was extremely comfortable. Yet, I knew I wouldn't be sleeping that much tonight. Instead, I would be waiting for Harry. I was almost positive he would make an appearance in my room later.

I looked around my room, and back where the camera used to be. I got out of bed, and inspected every inch of my room, not surprised when I found another camera disguised as one of the screws on the light switch.

I smiled into the camera and waved, wondering if someone was actually watching it. "Fine," I growled, expressing that I wasn't going to ruin this camera, unlike the previous one.

I got back into bed, sitting up, keeping the light on, before shuddering. How could I even pretend to fall asleep when I knew I was being watched? That was creepy and unsettling.

Instead of going to sleep, I got up, and walked over to the draw that held all the notebooks. I chose a small, thick purple one, and a blue gel pen.

I got back into bed, bringing my new items with me.

I clicked the pen open, and sat with the tip hovering over the page. What should I write? How about whatever came to my mind:

- I don't like it here.

- I'm not tired.

- I know where the new camera is.

- If I was once stalked, do you know who I really am?

- YOU UNDERESTIMATE ME.

I closed the notebook, suddenly annoyed. The urge to escape was now overpowering. I just couldn't, and that killed me inside.

I sat in bed, staring at the camera, for who knows how long. It felt like hours had passed, and when I checked the clock on my bedside table, I realized hours really DID pass. It was now 11:30 p.m.

A faint knock on my door, brought me back to reality. "Come in," I said.

In walked Zayn. I was kind of surprised. Why would he be here? He's the last person I would've expected to come in my room, when all the boys had gone to bed early.