Im so sorry I haven't been able to update as often. School sucks balls so... And to whoever still reads this stupid shit. You the real Mvp.
Song for this chapter: Halsey - young God.
Sophia
When I woke up my headache was gone but, my throat was very dry and my vision was a little fuzzy. I wasn't tied up. It surprised me considering, Harry basically f.ucking kidnapped me.
Harry.
Where is he? Wait. Where am I? I was in a room with pastel blue walls. The floors were a white tile with little grid squares. I was laying on a bed. A rather comfy bed actually. It had white sheets with a big fluffy comforter with black grid lines. Cute but why the f.uck am I here I thought. I almost smiled at the though until I realized who put me here.
A knock on the door snapped me from my thoughts. The door flew open. I saw a tall, well built silhouette. I knew exactly who it was.
He walked closer to me and I sat up a little. He had a devious smirk on his lips. It kind of scared me, honestly.
"Harry, where am I?" We're the first words that came out of my mouth. He chuckled at my confused state. He plopped himself next to me on the bed and put his hand on my thigh. "Italy baby girl." His deep, raspy voice was honestly so hot. It was really hard to stay mad at him. Wait. He kidnapped me. I'm in Italy. Why the f.uck am I here? This is all his fault. The drugs. The picnic. Everything.
My rage was building up as everything sunk in. "Why the f.uck are we in Italy?! You," I pointed at him." Drugged me and took me against my will." I seethed. His jaw was clenched and he looked just as angry as I was.
"If I were you, Sophia. I would shut up." This made me even more upset. "No! You're a d.ick who kidnapped an innocent girl. What did I do to you? Honestly. You take me knowing damn well, that my parents won't even notice I'm gone. Justin is going on a trip to Alaska tomorrow. Everyone that actually cares about me, you took away. How awful of a person do you have to be to do such a terrible thing? What have I done? Whatever you have against me tell me,please. I'll fix it but, you need to send me back to London." Tears were streaming down my face by now. Harry looked like he was about punch through the walls. He was glaring at me so hard. After minutes of what seemed like a war between our eyes, he spoke.
"Jus- just(delete it😏) don't even talk right now okay? I've brought you here for a reason. This will be your room and you are not to go in my room or my study. We're going somewhere tonight. There's your closet." He pointed to a huge closet door." Get ready." We're the last words he said before he walked out of the room.
He didn't close the door. I tip toed down the hall. This house is f.ucking huge. I walked down the stairs. I ran straight towards the door.
"I wouldn't do that,princess" Harry's voice rang through the long hallway.
He grabbed my arm and took me back to my room. I pouted. "Get. Ready." He spat. He looked me up and down then left the room. Damn.
I walked over to the closet. It was like 10 times the size of mine. I don't even know how a closet can be this big. "Harry!" I called him. "What!" He called from across the hall. "Come here please." He was in my room within seconds. I turned around and eyed him up. He was shirtless and wearing only his black skinny jeans. A pair of black socks covers his feet. "What?" He snapped. I pouted again. "I just wanted to know where we're going so I can dress for the occasion." I sighed.
"A restaurant." Was all he said. I rolled my eyes and turned back towards my closet. I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and I jumped. "I'm sorry it has to be this way, Soph." He was so hard to resist and stay mad at. I turned around in his arms. "It doesn't have to be. You choose to do this." I said biting back my anger. He dropped his hand from my waist and glared at me once again.
