You're Mine. |H.S|

Chapter 11

The scenery is beautiful, beach and then forest, massive house like a mansion, everything is... Perfect. We walk toward the home, Niall and Liam are sitting on the porch waiting for us to come. I'm taken inside the mansion home to get a tour around. Like the other place only 5 bedrooms, I know what that means.

After the tour we go to the basement which is like a "Man Cave". We all sit down on the long couch, Niall, Liam and Harry play GTA while I watch; thinking. For once something in my life is almost perfect, but as soon as I start to get comfortable everything blows up. I've never been in an actual safe environment, school was the closest to safe. At school I had friends who cared about me, more than my parents ever have. I got half decent grades, decent teachers but wonderful friends; all I ever could really ask for. Every year for my birthday my mother would try to go sober a couple weeks before, we couldn't really afford a cake so we made muffins instead. I never invited any of my friends over, I was to embarrassed my mother would say or do something stupid. My mother would get one candle and stick it in the muffin then leave to go back to her room with a bottle of Scotch, I'd make a wish then blow it out. Please, just something safe in my life, I would always wish for.

"Ali, you wanna turn?" Asks Liam, I shake my head no. They then continue playing, I was never a fan of violent games. Especially ones that make girls dress size 2 and a DD bra cup. Sexist and demeaning.

The doorbell rings. "I'll get it!" I say jumping up and running up stairs. Louis and Zayn arrive with Chinese food.

''You okay?'' Harry asks putting his hand on my shoulder then kisses my temple.

''Yeah.'' I say nodding. All the boys are in the kitchen eating like wild animals that haven't been fed in weeks.

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After dinner I go up to the bedroom with Harry. We lay under the covers, me curled up in a ball and in his strong arms. The fireplace making the crackeling noises, calming actually.

"What would happen if we actually got taken to jail?" I ask pressing my head into his warm chest.

"Well, I would visit your cell every day, talk to you," Harry kisses the top of my head. "Wait for the both of us to get out. After we would get out, start a new life; get married, have kids, grow old together."

"Seriously?" I giggle a bit. Being kidnapped might have been the best thing that has ever happened to me. "We would also need some pets."

"Two cats and a dog!" Harry gasps like a child. "Me, you and our six children--"

"Wait!" I get up a little and look into his deep green eyes. "I'm not having six kids."

"Shh, shh," Harry pulls me back in. "We would live in paradise."

"This is paradise." I nuzzle into his chest and let the fire calm me again. I can't get used to being here, once everything seems perfect it all fades. Just a matter of how long until someone kills me. This can't be an actual life: Being kidnapped, escaping police, and possibly falling in love. Impossible.

"Alison?" Harry says calm and quietly.

"Harry?" I say back.

"Tomorrow Gemma and mum are coming." He brushes my forehead with his thumb gently so I can barely feel it. "The boys are going out again, to their families." I nod.

"Hopefully we can go without being rudely interrupted this time." I say wrapping my arm around his mid-torso.

We go for almost an hour without talking. My head on his chest focusing on his heart beat, the calming sound and light from the fire.

"How'd you kidnap me?" I ask, then gulp. I've been holding in that question for to long. He gets up then looks down at me. Harry's eyes turn a dark emerald green.

"I don't think you wanna know." He stands up in front of the bed then crosses his arms.

"I can handle it." I say. I have the right to know, I need to know. It's my life after all.

"Okay, if you really want to know."

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