TRAPPED: A Harry Syles Fanfiction

Chapter 6

I wake up the next morning feeling a little better. That rest did really help a lot. I lay down in bed for about 5 minutes and barely notice that Harry isn't there.  As I walk over to the window I still notice that there is a blizzard of snow outside.  

"Good morning Tori. Feeling any better?" Harry asks as he walks over to me. 

" A little, but my back still hurts," I tell him.  Hey can I use your phone to call Niall, he's probably really worried about why I haven't arrived at his place yet."

"Oh, yeah you can't call him. I'll tell you when to call that douche, he doesn't deserve a call from you," he says this harshly. His eyes become cold that it makes me mad as fuck.  

"Look don't fucking call Niall a douche Okay? You are no one to tell me what he is. I don't whats gotten into you, but I need to call him. He's my B.O.Y.F.R.I.E.N.D!" I shout. 

He roughly grabs my arm and I try to fight him away, but he's too strong.

"Harry! LET GO OF ME!", I continue squirming, but fail to defend myself. 

I guess he felt bad for me and let go. 

"Don't ever talk to me like that ever again. You got that?" he looks at me with his cold eyes, his jaw clenched.

"Im the only person you got. Who else are you going to ask for help? The next town is 40 miles away. I WILL GIVE YOU THE PHONE WHEN I FUCKING WANT TO!, he shouts.

We take a couple of deep breathes as our thoughts are in the air.

I avoid his eye contact.

"Look, Tori Im sorry that I reacted that way. Its just that you don't know what I know. Im just trying to protect you. Please forgive me, I really am sorry. I don't want you to think that some type of manic, but just the thought that you're going out with Niall sickens me. I know this may sound crazy, but I Love you. I know I just got to know you, but I love you. Please forgive me Victoria.... please," he pleads and stares into my eyes.

"I need to go to the bathroom. Move out of my way." I push him to the side as I walk into the bathroom in the hall.

I need to find a way out of here. Who knows what else he's capable of. I'll give him one more chance.  I wet my face with cold water so that I could feel a bit more refreshed. I pat my face with a soft pink towel and stare at myself in the mirror. My hair is so messy and my makeup looks like a mess. Im still wearing the shirt that Harry gave me, and it still smells like him, and a pair of his pijama pants.  So many thoughts process through my mind right now.  I finally walk outside the bathroom to find that Harry is no longer in the room. As I walk downstairs, I hear Harry talking with someone in the living room. Both heads turn towards me. The other man is about 20 years old, but thats all I notice since I didn't stare for too long.

" Babe come here. Did you forgive daddy?" he asks with a cocky smirk. 

What in the world is going on? I want to say so many things, so many mixed emotions, confusion revolving around me, the other boy staring at me. Daddy? I need Niall. Fear spreads throughout my body but I only say one word.

"Yes."