The Kidnapper//h.s.✔️

Chapter 17 - Connected

How can I love an arrogant boy who is obsessive, alluring and menacing? How can I love the boy who kidnapped me?

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I walk downstairs, contemplating what to do next. I look at the couch straight ahead, but Harry wasn't there. Suddenly, a phone rang obnoxiously from the other room. I didn't know we had a phone. 

I walk up to the old wall phone and put it up to my ear. 

"Hello?"

I whisper and there was a short pause before I heard a faint breath in the background. The person did not speak and fear slowly rolled into my head like a tumbleweed. 

"Who is this?"

I ask quietly and there was another short pause then the man chuckled silently. 

He hung up.

I slowly lowered the phone from my ear and put it back onto the wall mount. I turn around in place and began walking back into the living-room, leaving my worries behind. I notice Harry strolling casually over to the couch, barechested and holding a clean shirt in his hands. 

"Doesn't that hurt?"

I ask glancing at the burns. It's worse than I thought. 

"No"

He answers and begins walking towards me; looking down upon me as I look up. His eyes were cold and dark as a tornado. 

Suddenly, I'm startled by the phone ringing again and I start to turn around and walk into the next room, but Harry stops me.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

I freeze and turn to face him

"Why?"

I question and he continues walking towards me until his body was only inches away from mine.

"I hope you never find out."