V E D A // H.S.

2.

My eyes flutter open, immediately being blinded by the sun. I rub my eyes before taking a look around. I'm not met with my floral bedding or the purrs of my cat, Murphy. However, I'm met with a light grey room with plain white bedding. I sit up, collecting the memory as to why I'm in this room.

Oh my god, Saige. I wonder if she's realized that I'm missing. Who knows how far away I am from home, or how long I've been here. I frantically look for my phone, only to realize it's still on the table in the back room. Shit. What am I going to do? Nobody knows where I am. I doubt anyone has fed Murphy. Let alone checked on him. He must be feeling so lonely.

The doorknob turns slowly before the door is pushed open. I turn my head quickly to be put in a stance, looking at the man in all black. The green eyes make it easy to decipher who they belong to. Harry smirks before walking over to me on the bed.

"I could easily get used to this." His voice is thick in an English accent. "Already turning me on, baby." I watch his eyes travel down my body before I follow. I'm only in my bra and underwear. I pull the blanket up to cover me, only for him to tut and hand me a glass of water. Now that I think about it, my throat is insanely dry. I slowly reach for the cup before putting it to my lips. The cold liquid soothing the hoarseness of my throat. "You've been asleep for a while. It's been like two days since he had brought you here." Harry tells me, grabbing the empty glass from my hands. I feel my eyes widen at his words.

"That man." I speak. "Who was that?" Harrys eyes look at me as if I had asked where babies came from. "That is none of your concern."

"But why am I here? I didn't do anything to you." I plead for an answer. He shrugs before moving closer to my face. "Because I get what I want." His voice goes low.

"And I want you."

Fear takes over as I look into his eyes. That devilish smirk still sitting on his face. He studies my eyes for a few minutes before looking at the door. "I assume you want a shower?" I nod to him rather quickly, feeling absolutely disgusting. Harry stands before walking into the closet. When he returns, I notice the skimpy clothes he has in his hands. "Here's something to change into." I study the articles of clothing before returning to his gaze. "We're going out. Need you looking presentable."

I basically scoff at his statement before picking through the clothes. "I'm not wearing these. They are far too slutty." I deny. "Looks like I'm begging for it."

That seemed to have pricked a nerve in his mind, because he marched toward me, getting in my face for the second time. "You may have gotten your way in your perfect little world." He huffs. "But you're in my world now, you don't have a say in anything anymore." Tears prick my eyes, but I don't let them fall. I don't need him picking at me for anything more.

                             

I find myself sitting on the floor of the shower. I'm numb and confused. I've already cleaned myself, but I still feel dirty. How did I go from living my seemingly boring, but exciting life to being stuck in this hell hole in 48 hours?

I had very little friends, but they were the best to have around. I had a job that I absolutely loved. Meeting new people everyday. I had a small family of two; just Murphy and I. We ate together, watched New Girl together, cuddled together, and we thrived together. Murphy was my only reason of living. When I got out of the foster system, I went and got him so I wouldn't be alone. And now here I am. Sitting alone in a shower in the home of a stranger.

I grab the towel off of the hook and wrap it around myself. I brush my teeth with an extra toothbrush I had found before throwing on the clothes Harry had handed me. These clothes seem like they could fit a 14 year old just fine. Instead, they're sitting on my 20 year old body.

Walking out of the bathroom, I hear yelling coming from a room that I am only assuming is Harrys. I ignore the noise before moving further down the hallway to the room I had been in. On the bed is a black box with a piece of paper propped on top. I lift the lid to see a pair of black heels, brand new. I pick up the piece of paper that had previously been sitting on the lid.

I rip the paper into a million pieces before sliding the shoes on. The door swing open revealing Harry wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of black jeans. He eyes me up and down before looking on the floor around him.

"Oh man. You ripped my note." His lips forming into an obviously fake pout. Harry walks over to me, leaning into my ear. "I was right, Those shoes do make you look sexy. I could take you right here. Ruin you." I shudder at his words. I could throw up.

"You disgust me." I spit at him. He only shakes his head before moving back to his original spot by the door. "I'm not sorry for the way I make you feel, darling." Harrys voice almost light. "Stay the fuck away from me." I mutter to him. "Oh baby. But if I do that, then it's your friend I'll be after." He shakes his head at me. "You wouldn't want that, now would you?" I become quiet at his words. "That's what I thought. Now come on." He waves his arm to follow him.

"Where are we going?" I ask still quiet. He looks me in the eyes again. His eyes turning a shade darker once more. "Well you're my new trophy." Harry shrugs. "I need to show you off." I look at him like he'd grown four heads. Show me off? He seems to have noticed my confusion before speaking up.

"We're going clubbing."

Chapter two!! What are we thinkings? Also, The fact that Harry cut his curls?!?! I don't know how to keep living at this point.