K I D N A P P E D/ Harry styles AU

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He left the room quite a while back, and came around again. I was silent, and disappointed. I didn't know what to believe. Was Niall really a bad guy,or was he just misunderstood? Or is this all lies?

"We're going out of town." He said emotionless, he sat down on a chair across from me, which was actually made for me, but i was still curled up against the cold wall.

"Okay."

"Aren't you supposed to fight back and protest? I don't know how this shit works but all i know is you're not supposed to agree with me." He shot, i was too tired to even care.

"What's the point anyway? You're gonna take me even if i protest against it." I sighed, trying to close my eyes. I needed to sleep, forever.

"I'm sorry, i have to do this. He threw a small box down infront of me, then a plastic bag. "You know where the bathroom is, I'm coming back in an hour, and then we'll leave."

When he left i picked up the box, blonde hair dye? Am i supposed to colour my hair with this shit.
I opened the plastic bag, there was a pair of jeans, a black tank top and a grey coat. At least good clothes.

I followed the instructions on the hair dye box thingy, and a half hour later, i was a blond. I got dressed in the new clothes and stared at myself in the broken mirror.

My hair was in total mess, my eyes looked dry and lost.  My new hair looked awful. And the clothes were a little baggy.

I sat down against the wall and waited. He came by an hour  later, just as he said. But on the other hand i didn't have the time. But i was counting the minutes to see him again. Wait, what?

"You look different." He shrugged, Standing at the door frame, he had on different clothes, a black shirt cut at the sleeves and a black denim, he wore brown rusty boots, and his curly hair, that he had cut was pulled back by his white bandana. "I could say the same to you." I said back.

"Our ride should be here any minute. In the meanwhile, eat this, i don't want you to die just yet." He said throwing me an apple.

"Why are you so friendly to me?" I asked him, I've heard lots of kidnapping stories, some get killed, injured, or even raped. But not me apparently.

"Should i not be?" He asked. We heard a loud honk noise, and he walked over to me, yanked me up at my arm and pushed me out of the door.

"Is this better?" He wispered in my ear, and grabbed my shirt and pulled  me around till i was staring at him. He looked violent yet vulnerable.

His hands grabbed my face, his thumbs caressing my skin. He leaned closer till i could feel his breath against my lips. " i wouldn't hurt you Skye." He said gently. The car honk went off again, and he pulled away from me.

"Now let's get you to Vegas."