Deception (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

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I quickly grabbed ahold of the seat as this mysterious man sped off down the street. It took me only a moment to process what had just happened. I was just kidnapped... From my wedding. I looked down at my dress, which was now ripped and shredded to pieces. I looked over at the man with pleading eyes, watching as he glanced my direction before quickly glancing back to the road.

"W-who are you? What do you want with me?" I questioned, my voice coming out as a whisper.

He ignored my question keeping his eyes glued to the road ahead. I glanced at the handle on the door. Maybe I could jump out... Maybe I could escape. I glanced back at my captor, checking to make sure he wasn't looking. My hand slowly reached for the door, but quickly retracted as his voice boomed, "don't even think about it."

My hands fell into my lap and I stared at the road ahead. I watched the scenery around us change rapidly from the city skyline, to thick forest. Where were we? I was jostled and thrown around in the seat as we pulled into a gravely pathway. My eyes squinted through the dusty windshield as a large cabin-like house came into view. It was breathtaking, the way the setting sun lit up like a halo around the majestic house. I was so busy admiring the house, I hardly noticed as the man in the drivers seat stepped out of te car, walking around to my door and opening it. He effortlessly picked me up over his shoulder again, walking with me to the house.

"Put me down! Let me go! Help! Someone!" I screamed, pounding his backside. He released a chuckle, his voice young and raspy.

"No one can hear you babe. We're way up in the mountains. No one lives up here but me," he smirked, quickly pressing in the entry code to the door. I continued to beat on his back as he stepped through the door, walking into what looked to be a living room. I gasped as he set me on my feet, his hand immediately wrapping around my wrist. I glared up at him, his eyes shining with delight.

"What do you want with me? I want answers. NOW," I grumbled, trying to yank away from his grip, unsuccessfully I may add. He chuckled, bringing his other hand to grab my hips, pulling me into him. I was disgusted.

"Haha demanding, are we?" he laughed, amusement in his voice. Hadn't noticed his British accent until now, which i found quite cute. but nonetheless I continued to glare at him as he stared into my eyes.

"Who the hell are you?" I spat. His eyes softened a moment, before his hand went to the thick black rag over his face. I watched as he unwrapped it from his head, his face coming into view moments later. I gasped, my mouth agape as I stared into the face of my kidnapper. He was..... Gorgeous. He had a curly brown mop of hair on his head, a full face, and a dimpled, shining smile. I took this time to study his body.... Muscled and tattooed and tan. He was..... Hot.

"I'm Harry. Harry Styles," he smirked, dimples poking out. I couldn't speak, continuing to stare at his flawless face. He looked to be about 2 or 3 years older than me. I said not a word as he tugged me up the strong oak steps, leading me into a small room. "You can change out of...... THAT...... In here," he said, eyeing me up and down. I scoffed, pushing past him and slamming the door in his face. His laughter could be heard through the door as I rolled my eyes. I turned my attention to a pair of clothes neatly folded on a bed. I shook my head, quickly stepping out of my ruined dress and discarding it on the floor. I turned towards the door, making sure it was shut. I hurriedly put on the shirt, which dropped to about mid thigh. It smelled heavenly, and I guessed it was Harry's. My assumption was right when I picked up the boxers I guessed I was supposed to wear as shorts. There was no way in HELL I was going to wear some strangers boxers, even if he was good looking. But it was either that... Or no pants at all. I cringed at the thought, quickly pulling the boxers up over my panties. My hair was quickly thrown into a ponytail as I walked towards the door, opening it only to reveal harry leaning against the wall. His eyes widened at the sight of me, a smirk playing on his plump lips. "Shit... You look good in my clothes," he chuckled, throwing me a wink. I narrowed my eyes, folding my hands over my chest.

"So now what?" I asked afraid of the answer.

He raised an eyebrow, a half smile on his face. "We go to bed, what else?" He grinned, tugging me into him. I pressed my hand against his chest to stop me from fully falling into him. "Come on," he instructed, leading me towards yet another room in the large house. I followed him to the end of the hall, where he pulled me through the door.

I watched as he walked to a small bedside table, opening one of the drawers and pulling out a small metal object. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as he walked over, taking my wrists in his hands.

"Oh for gods sake!" I shrieked, when I realized the metal object was a pair of handcuffs.

"Hey babe, don't blame me. I have orders to keep you captive. An how am I supposed ensure you don't try to escape unless I have you cuffed?" He chuckled, slapping the cuffs around me. This action only made me hate him more.

"Fuck you," I spat, watching as he sat down on the bed. His laugh rang out around the room, his hands going behind his head. I stood there awkwardly a moment, staring back at him.

"So... Where am I supposed to sleep?" I asked.

"Here," he said casually. I raised an eyebrow.

"Then... Where are you supposed to sleep?"

His lips curves into a smile as he said, "here." My heart practically fell out of my chest. I hadn't met this guy less than 2 hours ago... And he was expecting me to sleep with him.

"Oh Hell no!" I shrieked. He laughed again, hopping up off the bed and walking around to me. I gasped when he clutched my wrists, pulling me down to the bed.

"Sleep," he instructed, peeling off his shirt. My eyes widened as the material was thrown to the floor. I was right about his muscular form.... I couldn't keep my eyes off him as I watched him stride to the door, flipping the light switch off. He walked back over, kicking off his shoes. He smirked down at me as his jeans were tugged down, leaving him only in his boxers.

"For the love of...." I muttered, clamping my eyes shut. This wasn't happening. This wasn't fucking happening. He chuckled, as he lifted up the covers, sliding in next to me and turning off the lamp on the bedside table. I cringed as his arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me into him chest. "Can you.... Not!" I scoffed, wriggling away from him.

"Sorry babe, gotta follow orders," he said, pulling me into him again.

"I have a name, you know," I said, annoyed. He raised an eyebrow.

"It's Annie," I sighed, trying to get comfortable considering my hands were cuffed.

"Um, alright. Nice to meet you, Annie,"he smiled, his hands running up and down my sides. I shivered against his touch.

"Please... Just stop. You aren't going to like.... Rape me or anything are you?" I asked, fear striking my body.

He laughed yet again, shaking the bed. "Haha no, don't worry. I'm just doing this to make sure you don't escape," he explained, his dimpled smile coming into view through the darkness.

I huffed, turning around so my back was to his front. "Well... Goodnight I guess," I spat, my lips forming into a pout.

"Goodnight, Annie," he said, the smile evident behind his voice. This was going to be a long night. And when I woke up in the morning, it was going to be an even longer day.
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