Hired by Styles (Harry Styles)

Chapter 2

Hey guys, so here we go chapter 2.

As of today, my uploads might be slow because I'm starting school on Monday. So I'll try to update when I can!

Enjoy!

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T a y l o r

"Did he really just leave me in here? Expecting me to be his little 'assistant'?" I sassed to the maid who has brought me to the bathroom hoping to find some answers.

"I can't tell you anything sweetie, but don't disrespect him. You'll end up like me, or worse." She whispers sending me back out after she cleaned me up.

I sat down in front of him, trying to control my anger but all that I saw was that sickening smirk that made me want to punch him.

"I'm Harry, you're boss." He introduced himself; I nearly choked on my spit when he said that. I let out a sickening chuckle, rolling my eyes and getting up from the couch.

"You're not my boss; I'm my own person mister." I gruff at him, walking out as he grabbed me by my wrist making me wince slightly.

"Don't you ever walk away from me." He hisses in my neck, sending me shivers in my spine. I felt weird around him, nothing like I do around Dylan, oh how I rather would be with Dylan instead of this coward. My thoughts were disrupted as I remembered I'm trying to escape here.

"Let me go!" I squealed kneeing him in the gut and making a dash for it. There was a lock on the gate that was shrouding me from the town. He quickly came up behind me when I almost let myself free. I kicked my feet in the air hoping to be put down but he quickly carried me upstairs throwing me on a beautiful bed in a gorgeous room. If anything, this guy sure did have some major taste in architecture.

I took my time to scale the room, pastel print walls with mahogany wood all over. A walk in closet where Harry knelt down in the corner getting something from a box. It didn't occur to my attention until I heard his rummaging and grunting.

"W-What're you doing?" I whispered, sliding off the bed getting ready to run. But I remembered what the maid said about disrespecting him and running away. I heard him grunt as he came up to me holding something silver in his hands as he knelt in front of me.

"What's that?" I asked another question hoping I wasn't ticking him off, obviously I was when he chained me up to the bedpost leaving me flabbergasted as his actions.

"You've lost trust points, so I'm leaving you here until you can learn how to behave. Goodnight." He said leaving me in the bedroom alone and astonished.

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My eyes quickly shot open as I was still in the pastel room from last night. I didn't remember much but I did remember my fail attempt of escape from Harry's household. Why hasn't Jacqueline or anyone text me yet? Have they forgotten about me? Are Max and Jacqueline having a fight about how she's a stupid harlot, strumpet, whore, lady of the evening. Any synonym to describe her being sexually transmitted with every boy besides Max.

Speaking of my phone, if I could find my purse I could possibly call for help. And get out of this hell!

A smile crept on my face as I jumped up, luckily my arms weren't chained as I searched the bed and room for my cellular device but couldn't find anything.

"Looking for this love?" I heard a deep voice in front of me. I looked up and my eyes met Harry's. He was wearing nothing but his plaid pajama pants which hung low enough on his waist you could see the waistband of his Calvin Klein briefs. My eyes then flickered to the screen his was holding which was my phone, I tried to snatch it but he threw it on the ground smashing it into pieces.