Hunting Her (h.s.) (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 12

Happy Thanksgiving :)) 

Sophia's POV 

I woke up on the same bed that I was on last night. I was confused at first, but realized the events that happened yesterday. I had witnessed a lady getting shot. The worse thing that I saw was that the cops were ten seconds late. Why does life hate me? 

I grasped the doorknob and turned it, stepping out of the room. The living room was the empty, so I went into the kitchen. No one. Where was Harry? I won't even bother escaping this time, knowing that he would probably catch me, even when he's not in my sight right now. 

"Hello," a voice startled me. 

I turned around to see an unfamiliar man. His black hair sat on top of his head, hazel eyes were staring into mine, and he was wearing all black. 

I gulped. "Who are you?" I asked, above a whisper. 

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Zayn Malik. You must be Sophia." I nod slightly. "Im the babysitter." I nod again. 

"Where's Harry?" He smirks. 

"He went shopping for you. He really shouldn't after what you did last night." I widened my eyes. 

"You know about that?" Im surprised that I wasn't stuttering. 

"Oh yes. He told me all about it." I gulped. He stepped closer so now our faces is an inch apart. "Such a naughty girl." I gulped for the third time. 

I stepped back. "Uh." I didn't have anything to say. Instead I just walked to the fridge. I grabbed a water bottle and went back to the room that I was in. 

"Don't run away again," the odd man said behind me. Just as I was about to enter the room, the front door opens. 

Harry had everything black on just like Zayn. Two bags were in his hands, those huge hands. Stay focus, Sophie! When he noticed me standing there, he smirked. 

"Take these bags, will you?" I nod before grabbing the shopping bags. He shut the front door and looked at Zayn. 

"Was she good?" He grinned. 

"Yup. She just woke up." I scratched my head before going into the room. I laid down the bags and took a look. All of the clothes consisted of skinny jeans, shirts, sweaters, socks, and hats. He knew what I wear and my size? Talk about creepy. 

I heard the the front door close, and my door open. I turned my head to see Harry with two more bags. "I have shoes and pajamas in these." I nod. 

"So, you like the clothes?" 

"Yeah. Thanks," I mumbled. A question popped in my head and without thinking I asked. "Where did you get the money?" I saw him smirk. 

"Don't worry about it." I nod. I would've pushed further but I didn't want to piss him off. He sat down on the bed and patted it, so I would sit. I did that and he looked into my eyes. 

"You were not so bright yesterday. You did a stupid move, and you're lucky that I'm nice." Nice? Thats being nice? Killing a lady right in front of me is nice? It took all of me to not say that. I hate to see him when he's really angry. 

But, I did say something. "How would you feel if someone kidnapped you? How would you feel when you're forced to live with someone you barely know and taken away from your friends and family! It fucking sucks! I hate it here. And I especially hate you." I was now sobbing. He just sat there staring at me. 

I jumped slightly, when I felt arms wrap around me. I was not expecting that. "Im sorry, Soph. I really am. Im crazy, I know that. But, I don't regret anything." I sobbed more. How could he say that? Saying that he doesn't regret taking me from my friends and putting a stop to my future. 

His warmth radiated throughout my body, but it irked me. Having those arms around me made me feel disgusted. 

But I said nothing. I sat there and said nothing while the sick man kept his arms around me. 

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Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Im sorry that it been forever since I updated. This was my Thanksgiving gift to everyone. Thank you for everyone who has been reading this story. Have a wonderful day :)