Simon cowells daughter

~two days later~

I scrambled out of the trashy room and back to the room I had hidden in for the part few days. I had stacked furniture up against the door, people tried to get in multiple times, but the furniture was too heavy.

I shoved the silver bullet in the gun and flicked the little switch, the gun clicking into place.

It's been three days, one of which I had attempted to be raped, being waken up by a man dragging me by my hair. I'm ready to give up. But what about my dad, harry, the boys, lux, Lou. They've probably given up, I mean I know where I am, but they dont. Who's going to suspect that some random chick is going to abduct someone and keep them in an abandon asylum.

I brought the gun up to the side of my head, tears slipping from my eyes. If I kill myself, then they win. But there's no way that I can win.

A loud desperate bang on the door echoed through the small room.

"GO AWAY" I screamed, more tears falling.

A muffled voice pleaded from the other side of the door. Never once have my abductors tried to talk to me. A loud ear piercing scream erupted, causing me to cringe.

"ALANA COWELL ARE YOU IN HERE" a deep voice pounded in the door.

"GO AWAY" I screamed. I find it so unbelievable how they can just think ill fall for it.

I once again brought the gun barrel up to the side of my head, flicking a switch on.

The furniture blocking the door started to shift as the door was slowly pried open.

I pressed my finger to the trigger, I was scared, so scared.

A loyd crash of the furniture toppling over startled me, causing my finger to slip and hit the trigger.

But nothing happened.

The bullet was jammed.

Harry's face appeared in the doorway, tears of joy and relief flooded down my cheeks.

"ALANA" he yelled, he picked me up in his arms, spinning me around in circles. I dropped the gun to the floor, the crowd of people bustling in the door.

"How did you find me" I whispered as the police led me and Harry out of the asylum.

"I looked around the hotel. I found the chloroform, your bracelet in the parking lot, and Lou found a piece of your shirt down the street, and we went from there"

"They ripped my shirt!" I said angrily, finding the tear by my shoulder.

"Lana?" Harry asked, using his nickname he created.

"Yeah" I mumbled

"Can I tell you something" he asked as we walked down the street.

"Sure, you know that."

Harry intwined our fingers together, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze.

"I think I love you" he said.

"Harry. How do you know when you're in love" I asked.

"Your tummy gets butterflies whenever you're around them"

"And you always want to he around them?" I asked.

Harry nodded.

"You can't talk properly, you have to count to three, take a deep breath." He said.

"And even though you've never met them, you can tell that you already like them, just by their voice" I was referring to harry, when I would talk to all the boys at once, Harry hardly ever spoke, and when he did, my tummy would tickle and tingle, my voice would get caught in my throat, I knew I would fall for him as soon as I met him.

"And when their around other boys you get incredibly jealous"

"I think I'm in love with you too harry" I mumbled.

Harry pecked my cheek softly.

"This is our new place" Harry stopped in front of two large iron gates, a tall apartment building behind them. "Do we get to share a room?" I asked.

"Yeah. Liam talked your dad into it" he swiped a card on the gate lock, they squeaked open, allowing Harry and myself in.

We arrived on the sixth floor, after I nearly vomited by looking at how high up we were.

I sprawled my self on the couch in the open plan living room. "What happened.. In the asylum" Harry asked, coming to sit next to me.

"Nothing really, I just got a few cuts, and spent two days locked in a room"

I held up my wrist with seven slits up it, only five were from my captor.

I guess I thought I had it rough.

"Can you grab me a beer" Harry asked, I got up to grab him one but he caught my wrist before I could walk any further. "I'm joking. Come sit"

I followed Harry's instructions and straddled his waist, he pulled my forward slightly, his lips pressing against mine.

The kiss started to get a bit rougher, our tongues sliding and fighting, slight groans escaped my mouth.

Harry slowly lifted my top above my head, his hands grazing over my hips as he did. He laid me down on the couch, slipping his hands into my bra, gently cupping and massaging each breast. I moaned in pleasure at Harry's soft touch, I guess that's my weakness, he looks so rough but he's so gentle.

I arched my back up so Harry could get his hands to unclasp the bra. I tugged at the hem of his dark blue shirt, and he obediently pulled it off. I uttered an embarrassing groan as Harry revealed his chest. Oh god. I traced my finger over each muscle indent, my hands paying special attention to his perfectly chiseled abs.

I trailed my fingers along his v-line, stopping at his black jeans button. I clumsily fumbled with it and managed to get Harry's pants off. His black briefs had a noticeable bulge, his erection stretching the fabric.

Harry's hands did the same to my shorts, carefully removing them. His long fingers traced over the pink lace knickers. Lou has gotten me into wearing them, you never know when you might do it, She quotes.

He hooked the knickers to the side, his hands just wandering all over my body, touching and feeling everything. He released the begging erection from his briefs and gently pressed himself into me. Since this is only my second time of doing it, he slowly rocked back and fourth, but his lips didn't leave mine.

The pleasure of having it with Harry is indescribable. It's amazing. Perfect. Incredible. Irresistible.