I Kidnapped Harry Styles

Chapter 16 - I don't believe you

"What? Angel, I, no, I didn't say that!" Harry defended.

The look in his eyes screamed honesty and truthfulness, and I wanted to believe him. However I wouldn't let myself. I hadn't realized how much I liked him until now. And when Ray told me Harry had said that, whether it was true or not, it still hurt me."

"He did Angel." Ray chimed in. "I told him not to say it but he kept go-"

"Shut up Ray!" I yelled. He looked shocked, but closed his mouth. "Harry, is it true?"

"Angel, um-"

"Is. It. True?" I asked

"No Angel. I wouldn't say that." He said.

"I don't believe you." I stated.

"What?" He looked like he had just been punched in the stomach by me. That gave me an idea. I reached over and punched him.

"What the hell Angel! Why did you punch me?"

"I do not believe you. It is no secret that you don't like me. So cut to the chase. I am your kidnaper. You are my victim. I do not expect you to like me, or for us to become friends. But I do expect you to respect me, just like I respect you." I told him.

"Yeah, respect me by punching me."

"That's just who I am."

"Well Angel, I didn't say that about you!"

"What?"

"I didn't okay! And if you want to believe him, your ex, over me then feel free."

Harry stormed away, and I watched him go. I then turned around and walked towards the training room. Every safe house had one. I stalked into the room and went straight to the punching bag in the corner. With each punch I pictured Harry's face on the punching bag.

Bam – Harry's perfect smile.

Bang – Harry defending the Muscle man.

Bam - Harry's shocked face when I poured coke on him.

Bang - Harry shooting Mr Shive with my freeze ray.

Bam – Harry's face when Ray told me what he had said.

Bang – Harry storming away.

With each punch I felt worse and worse. I didn't believe that Harry had said those things about me, yet I still believed Ray. Why did I believe Ray? I had to apologize to Harry.

~2 hours later~

I sat at the dinner table across from Harry and next to Ray.

"So Ray, what are we eating?" I questioned.

"Lasagna." He said.

"Oh, okay." I replied, before digging into the hot food.

Many minutes passed before Ray tried to break the silence.

"So... The soccer is on tonight. Are you guys watching?" He asked.

"Um I might. What about you Harry?"

"Not a fan." He grunted

Well. Isn't he being just lovely tonight? I wonder why... Oh.

"You don't have to watch. Angel and I could watch it together. Just like old times." Ray commented. I snorted. I don't want to go back to old times. While Ray is hot, he may not be boyfriend material.

"Oh you should chill with Angel," Harry began, his voice icy. "She's in a lovely, believing mood today."

"I know mate. She is, isn't she?" Ray said sincerely.

I looked down at the ground.

"Well yeah, you two should catch up. Angel is in such a good mood. She is acting so kind and believing, and sweet and-"

"I, um, I have to go." I stuttered. I stood up and stormed out of the room. I don't know why, but his words affected me.

You like him. I thought. No Angel, don't even think like that. You have known him for a week and a half! You don't like him. You don't like him. You do not have a crush on Harry Styles.

I heard footsteps following me, but I kept walking. "Wait, Angel!" Harry cried. I don't know why I was so mad. I kept stomping down the hallway.

"Angel!" Harry cried.

"What?" I snapped. He looked shocked, but then it was replaced by anger.

"What the hell Angel? You are snapping at me? You are the one who actually believed I would say that about you! And then you are rude to me, punch me in the stomach and don't apologize. And I retaliate and get you storming out of the room!"

"I know and-" he cut me off.

"You are unbelievable! Your 'ex' threatened me to stay away from you! I mocked him and he tried to punch me! And then he made up some rubbish story about me saying all those things about you! And you know what Angel? It sucks that you think I would actually say that about you!" He ranted.

"Harry."

"I like you Angel! I don't know when it happened, but I do! And I have known you for only a week and a bit, yet you still manage to make me have a crush on you! But you obviously don't like me. And I can't help but think that I shouldn't like my kidnapper. But I do."

I froze.

"You like me?" I asked, my voice a mere whisper.

"What?" He asked.

"You said that you liked me." I said, with wide eyes. "So Harry, do you actually like me? Or is it because you haven't had contact with another female in a week and a half?"

Harry sighed.

"Yes, Angel." Harry said, stepping closer towards me.

His hand lifted my chin up, so I was looking into his eyes.

"I like you." He said. His gaze flickered from my eyes to my lips. He pulled me closer and just as our lips were about to touch someone burst into the room.

"The soccer is – oh..." Ray said.