The Directioners' Job

Three

Blair's POV:

I wake up the next morning to the bright sunlight coming from outside my window. I find myself laying, dressed in my black dress and shoes, on my bed. I sit up, stroking my hair as a banging headache kicks in. "Ah!" I moan aloud as I slowly take off my shoes, standing up. I yawn as I make my way down stairs. 

"Morning." I jump at the voice, who the heck-?!

"S-Sasha?! What are you doing here?" I ask her, a little shocked, as I walk into the kitchen. Sasha leans against the sink, facing me, as she drinks a cup of - what I can guess is - coffee.

"Oh, urm. I'm not exactly sure. I think Ashton might've dropped me off here." She replies, taking another sip from the mug. I yawn again as I turn around to look at the large metal door leading to the basement. WHAT?! IT'S OPEN! HOW??

"Who did that?" I ask Sasha quite abruptly. 

Sasha looks to where I'm looking, "I dunno..." She shrugs. 

I look at her, "Well, did you see anybody else here when you arrived? A man?"

"I dunno..." She shrugs again.

Urgh! "Come on Sasha! Think!" 

"I. Don't. Know." She replies sternly again. I sigh as I walk towards the door, looking in to see if Harry is still there. Nope. Of course he's not going to be there; the door's wide open!

I need to look for him! "I need to do something." I tell Sasha as I run back upstairs to get changed. I practically rip off my dress, as I rush to put some clothes on. I grab the nearest things possible - a grey knit-sweater and some black leggings. I quickly get changed into them as I shove my black fur boots on and make my way back downstairs again.

"Where are you going?" I hear Sasha call after me as I hop off the front door step. 

"Going to get something!" I shout back to her as I fix up my sweater a little.

Argh! Where has he gone? Who even let him out? How did he get out?! I knew I shouldn't have gone out last night! I walk past the alleyway opposite my house, searching for him. Suddenly a hand covers my mouth. I scream but it comes out muffled as I feel someone pulling me into the alleyway. I kick and punch at the person behind me, but they don't make a sound. Surprisingly they turn me to face them - still keeping their hand around my mouth. Harry?! I look at him in confusion and anger as he pushes me tightly up against the wall.

"Shhh. Don't say anything. Don't scream, don't shout, don't do anything!" He whispers to me as his face leans in to mine. I feel his breathe on my lips through his fingers as he whispers again, "I couldn't go."

He couldn't go? What?! I try speaking but again, it comes out muffled. He slowly removes his sweaty hand from my mouth as I breathe heavily, "What?! What do you mean?! What's going on?!" I panic a little and, once more, he places his sweaty hand over my mouth.

"Shut up!" He whispers, calmly. What did he just say?! How dare he! What is he doing?! He leans in and nibbles on my ear. Urmm...

I knee him in his thigh as I try pushing him away. He hesitantly removes his hand again, "What are you doing?!" I, sort-of calmly, ask him.

"I couldn't leave, Blair. You made me so... You made me feel dangerous. It turns me on." Harry continues to whisper into my ear. 

Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me! I can't help but stare at his lips and jawline, "W-What are you saying? You're not angry that... I... Urmm..." I get too distracted, "Sorry, what was I saying?"

"No, I'm not angry that you kidnapped me. I was at first, but you enticed me. You intrigued me. You're so complicated... So deranged and crazy. My little psychopath." He smirks. Am I really a psychopath? Do I need help?

"Your little psycho-" Before I finish my sentence I feel his lips crash into mine. Is he really kissing me right now?! I mentally laugh to myself as I confusingly kiss him back. Suddenly I feel him pull away abruptly, "What are you doing?" I ask him.

"We have to savour every moment we get together." He whispers so enticingly. 

"Would you quit being so annoying please?!" I beg in anger as he chuckles.

He grabs me by my wrist, "Come with me." 

"Where?" I ask as I hesitantly follow.

"You'll soon see." He winks as he pulls me down the alleyway.

I pull back, "Wait. Harry, tell me where we're going." I demand as I cross my arms.

He sighs deeply, "Jesus, you can never have any fun with you."

"I just don't want to be tricked! This could all be a trap." I scold.

"This isn't a trap - I swear!" He bites his lip, "Close your eyes."

I widen my eyes at him, "See! I knew it, this is a trap!"

He grabs my arms, "This is not a trap, now close your god damn fucking beautiful eyes!" Harry whispers, making me blush.

I close my eyes, only because he said I'm beautiful, and hold my arm out as he leads me somewhere.