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Imagine #11 (Stockholm Syndrome2)

(Later that day)

"Psst. Harry. Wake up! Harry!" I hear a voice whispering in my ear. Wait, that's Niall!

I jump up and hug the person, "Oh I knew you would come for me! What kind of a party did you ta-" I get cut of by the person pushing me down onto the bed. I open my eyes more and see that it isn't Niall. It's her, again.

"Shit. Sorry, I thought you were Niall. Why did you have to wake me up?" I look away then glare up at her.

She sits on the bed by my feet, "Because you can eat if you want. I got you some potato chips and a water. All I have at the moment."

I roll my eyes and cover my head back up with my shirt, "Leave me alone. I'm not hungry. What kind of human being kidnaps another human being, ties them up, tapes their mouths up, then unties them, lets them pratically have an apartment, AND FEEDS THEM?!?!?"

She glares at me, "I don't know. Me I guess."

I roll my eyes again, "Just leave me alone. I'm not hungry." I walk into the bathroom, "Can I take a shower without you? Or do you need to be in there for some odd reason?" I look out at her and wait for an answer, she looks at me then at the door leading upstairs, "I'm taking that as a yes I can take one without you thank you, nice day." I slam the door to the door shut as my stomach rumbles, maybe I should have took those chips. Damnit.

Duh, I should have just invited her in to watch me, since she has cameras in each rooms. I smirk as I look for the camera, which is in the dumbest spot ever. It's above the sink pointing to the door. I smirk as I cover it with my shirt, "Sorry chick, but you are not watching me shower. Not on a camera anyways." I laugh as I start the water and turn on the shower head, let the water warm up as I strip. I step in, shit there isn't any soap.

I yell towards the camera, "If you can hear me, bring me some soap and a towel please and thank you." In like 5 minutes the door opens, "Here you go. I'm going to stay in here since you covered the camera. That's if you don't mind." I laugh and continue with my shower humming my favorite song, forgetting she was in here, I belt into the song. She laughs as I get louder and off key.

I poke my head out of the shower, "Yes? What is so funny" I laugh as she blushes, aww I made her blush. Why in the hell am I glad about this? I should be thinking of a plan on how to get out of this place not taking a shower. Duh, I'm retarded. I shut the water off as soon as I get all of the soap off of me.

"Nothing just thought it was funny. You are very good. Here's your towel." She hands me the towel. I sort of blush when she says that I'm good. I never have anyone tell me that I'm good. I'm not good. I wrap myself in the towel and get out of the shower, "Thank you, can you get out now?" She walks out of the room but leaves the door open. How in the hell am I supposed to get out of this room there are no windows? I shrug my shoulders as I dry my shoulders off wondering where Niall is. Or if he is looking for me... or if he is okay. This lady know a lot about me but I don't even know her name. I guess that's supposed to be that way...  

A/N: Okay So I know this isn't any better or what not but I just wanted to do another part of this. I'm not going to be posting any more of this, but I might do small things in the future of this. I MIGHT. I hope you like these. If you do comment. I might do another. Never know. Next imagine will be different. VOTE AND COMMENT PLEASE!!