confusion kənˈfjuːʒ(ə)n/ noun uncertainty about what is happening, intended, or required.
Song for the chapter- impossible// James Arthur cover
"I remember years ago, someone told me I should take, caution when it comes to love I did"
Chris's pov-
I woke up snuggled up against someone's chest making me sigh in happiness, I hadn't cuddled or been cuddled in what felt like ages, having someone's body pressed tightly against yours in a loving way rather than a sexual way. Not that the sexual way wasn't good. I snuggled closer into the warm chest as I started to slowly wake up from my half asleep daze, and that's when everything came back. Marcel being shot. This psycho kidnapping me. Him shooting someone-again. Resulting in me falling down the stairs. And now I'm cuddling the psycho in his bed, great.
I pull away slowly before removing his arm and quietly creeping out of the room, I slowly patter down the stairs and just when I thought luck was on my side my foot slipped on the last step and a vase that was sat on the side of the small table at the end off he stairs slowly began to wobble. "No no no no" I whispered trying to stop the wobbling, "phew" I breathed out a sigh as if finally stopped.
"Yeah that would have been tragic" a deep voice speaks from behind me and I mentally roll my eyes because I cannot catch a f*cking break.
I turn around only to be met with a topless and dare I say extremely attractive kidnapper standing at the top of the stairs, "were you trying to escape my love?" He spoke quietly almost solemnly as he slowly made his way down the stairs, his eyes not leaving mine. "Because, after last night and all I thought you'd warmed up to me" he sighed looking up at me with puppy dog eyes.
"Last night?" I eyed him skeptically, what happened last night?
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He shot someone and then I blacked out. Yeah mate I've really warmed up to you, and I again mentally rolled my eyes at his stupidy.
He fumbled with his words a little as he awkwardly swayed back and forth and switched his balance from one foot to another, "uh yeah, I mean, you kind of like, said you know that you er loved me" he finally muttered making my eyes widen.
Sh*t. F*ck. Sh*t. I remember that I cuddled and told Marcel that I loved him but I thought it was a dream, bloody hell it must have been this creep. Wait. Maybe I could use this to my advantage? I could pretend I love him, make him trust me and bam I am out of here, good bye psycho hello...? Hello what exactly? He killed my boyfriend. I was ever close to my parents and I was failing school, maybe this is all I have. Maybe he is all I have. No. I have to fight this, I have to fight him.
"Uhm yeah of course, sorry babe I uh aha am so tired right now it slipped my mind, and trying to escape? Me? pshh no! I was coming downstairs to make you breakfast and I didn't want to wake you up" i rambled before mentally hitting myself, if he believes this bullsh*t then he definitely is in love with me, 'I uh aha am so tired right now it slipped my mind' like what the hell is that?.
"You don't have any idea how much this means to me baby, I mean I never thought I'd get someone as amazing as you, I can't believe you are going to make me breakfast you're just so thoughtful. Gosh you're so cute, I love you much" he smiled widely while pressing me against him tightly, running his fingers through my hair and nuzzling his head into the crook of my neck.
"Yeah I uh I love you too" I lied sighing to myself, what have I gotten myself into.
"Come on then babe lets go make breakfast" he smiled pulling me along to the kitchen, "don't worry i wouldn't let you make it on your own, that's why I'm here baby, too look after you" he pressed a kiss to my forehead before pulling out various ingredients and different utensils. "Pancakes okay?" He asked while bumping his hip against mine jokingly, I nodded in response and he only giggled before proceeding to make them.
"Did you just, giggle?" I asked questionably, giggling myself.
"N-no" he mumbled embarrassed before I joking bumped my hip against his.
"You giggleddddd" I teased lightly.
He slowly turned to me and before I knew it I was being flicked with pancake batter. "You didn't" I shouted shocked and slightly amused.
"I have no idea what you're talking about" he said mockingly, I growled lightly before taking a handful of the batter and smashing it into his hair. "Oh you are so going to regret that" he said teasingly before tickling my sides making me shriek.
"I give up, I give up, you win" I wheezed before I dropped to the floor out of breath.
How cliché. I thought to myself and I sat against the kitchen cabinet, pancake batter fighting with my boyfriend. Except he's not my boyfriend. He killed my boyfriend and kidnapped me, I don't even know his name.
"Hey um what's your name?" I looked up at him.
He looked confused for a moment making him look adorable, his eyebrows pulled together and the cutest pout on his pink plump-HE MURDERED MARCEL YOU DICK- I snapped out of my trance as the realization hit me.
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"Gosh I'm so stupid I haven't even told you my name and I'm expecting you to love me on the first day. No wonder you hated me yesterday, you didn't even know my name" he chuckled.
"So your name is?" I pressed, eyebrows raised.
"Harry babe, but you can call me anything you want" he smirked before continuing making the pancakes.
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