Bad Boy Styles (A Harry Styles Fan Fic) *ON HOLD FOR A LITTLE WHILE*

Chapter 2

Delilah's P.O.V

My brain feels like it trying to escape my head. I sat up and rubbed my sore head with my hand. I opened my eyes and gasped.

This is not my room.

I heard a chuckle come from behind me. I snapped my head up and I meet bright happy blue eyes.

Who the hell is he?

'Well your wake. Bacon?' I starched out his hand holding out a piece of bacon. I stared at the bacon and then at the floor.

Why am I here? Who is he? We're am I? And where is the boy from last night?

'Fine. More for me' he shrugged and shoved the bacon into his mouth. 'I'm Louis by the way' he smiled showing he perfect white teeth.

I lowered my head showing him that I wasn't going to talk.

But I guess that didn't stop him. 'What's your name?' I asked sitting on the bed with me. I shifted over so there was a distance between us.

He chuckled and grabbed more bacon form a pocket and shoved it into his mouth again. 'Do you speak English?' Louis tilled his head to the side looking at me.

Really?

I looked up at him and raised my eyebrow at him. Kind of giving the boy a -yes- I-do-retard- look. He smiled and then chuckled.

'Well sorry love, didn't know' he rubbed the back of his neck with his bacon hand. I rolled my eyes and pulled my legs up to my chest.

'Louis!' a loud and male voice called form outside the door. I jumped at the loudness of the voice. The boy sighed and got up from the bed and walked over towards the door.

He opened the door and stepped outside and then shut the door again leaving me alone in this strange room.

I looked around and saw a window in corner.

My chance of getting out of here. I got up from the bed and walked over to the window.

I gulped.

We were properly a good 1000 feet from the ground. I backed away from the window and hopped back into the bed. I sighed and brought my legs up against my chest again.

How long am I going to be staying here? Are they going to kill me?

The door creaked open and I saw the same pair of green eyes from last night. I quickly looked down at the bed sheets not looking up at him.

I head a sigh and then the door shutting. I gulped and moved my legs closer to my chest, keeping them tight.

'Morning love' that same voice from last night called. I chose to silent for my own good.

'Come on love, talk to me' he pelted. Why the hell should I even talk to you!? You kidnapped me and you want ME talking to YOU!?

'Fine have it the hard way' his voice was husky this time. It felt like there were shivers going around my body.

I felt the bed dip. I looked up a little and saw the boy on his hands and knees.

Was he a cat?

In a blink of a eye he was in front of me. I gasped and moved back, but he gabbed my legs and pulled me back down. He got on top of me just like he did last night.

'Are you going to tell me your name now?' He asked playing with my black hair. I gulped and shook my head a 'no'.

He sighed and pulled the strand of hair making me whimper. He laughed and lent down so that our noises were touching. Something about this boy didn't feel right when was near me.