Deception (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

I woke up the next morning wrapped in someone's arms, their face nuzzled into my neck. At first I thought it was Jack, considering the cuffs from my hands were gone. Maybe it was all a dream. Maybe none of this ever happened, and that Harry guy was just a figment of my imagination. But when I turned around, it wasn't Jack who was staring back at me. It was Harry. I gasped, quickly scooting away from his body, but not before he caught me, pulling me back into his chest. "Goodmorning Annie," he smiled. I looked at him in disgust, my hands pulled tightly against my chest. I froze as he dipped his head down, his nose running along my jawline. "Come on baby.... Aren't you going to say Goodmorning to me?" He smirked, his lips pressing a soft kiss just below my ear. Just for a moment... I felt something. A spark of excitement lit inside my body, but I pushed it away, disgusted. "Ugh, piss off," I spat. His head raised, a frown on his face. "Damn... Someone's pissy this morning."

I groaned, rolling my eyes. "Why did you uncuff me?" I suddenly asked. He laid on his back, one arm still wrapped around my waist. "I don't know... I thought you looked uncomfortable. So I took them off," he cautiously replied.

"Oh... Well... Thanks I guess," I awkwardly said. He shrugged his shoulders in acknowledgement, before he sat up, stretching. "Right, well I'm going to get a shower. You can either sit there and continue to look absolutely amazing in my clothes, or come in and sit on the counter and watch me," he smirked, getting up and walking towards the bathroom.

I turned around, my back facing towards him as I mumbled, "I'm staying here." He chuckled, continuing to the bathroom.

"Oh!" He suddenly said, turning around. "By the way, don't even think about escaping. The doors locked, and I'm taking the key into the shower with me." He smiled, shutting the door to the bathroom soon after.

I groaned, flipping back onto the bed. Now what? I still didn't understand why I was here.... Why it was me that had been taken.

The sound of the water starting caught my attention moments later. That was another thing. I felt violated. This Harry character had no right to force me to bed with him.... And who the hell did he think he was, kissing my neck like that earlier? I wasn't going to lie... The way he held me in his arms last night felt better than when Jack held me. Oh what the hell was I thinking!? He took me! And I hadn't met him less that 12 hours ago. But he WAS pretty hot..... And sort of nice. Ill give him that.

The water shut off a few minutes later. I turned my head towards the door as it opened, steam spreading through the door. Then I saw him. HO.LY. SHIT. My mouth fell open as he strode out, wearing nothing but tight denim jeans. The waistband of his boxers poked out of the top. My eyes trailed from his face to his chest, the water shimmering on him. He was gorgeous.

"Glad to see you're still here," he smirked, winking at me. I snapped my head away, a light blush creeping on my face. I couldn't let his appearance get to me. He was a cocky, dickhead, and I couldn't forget that.

"Still wearing my clothes, I see." He chuckled, walking over to stand in front of me. I glared up at him, clenching my jaw. "It's not really like I have another option..." I trailed off, crossing my hands over my chest. I watched as he smiled, extending his hand to me.

"Sorry. We'll go pick up your stuff in a few days. I need to make sure the coast is clear. They should have your boyfriend held up if everything went right!" He explained.

"Fiancé," I corrected him, the pain in y chest unbearable. The thought of jack being held captive was unbearable. His eyes darkened.

"Fiancé," he mumbled. We awkwardly stood there a moment looking around the room.

"So how about we go get something to eat? You hungry?" He asked, reaching up and rubbing his hand behind his neck nervously. I nodded, not wanting to talk much. I followed him out the door, walking back out the door to the steps. We descended down the stairs, my eyes trailing over the pictures hanging on the wall. I made a mental note to ask him who the people in the pictures were later. It looked like a normal house. Not at all what I expected from a kidnapper.

I followed him to a large kitchen, filled with sterling silver appliances and expensive granite counter tops. "How do you afford this?" I found myself asking, looking around. He smiled a dimply smile, opening the fridge. "Inheritance.... And my job helps pay for a lot, too," he explained, pulling out a bottle of milk.

"You mean kidnapping people?" I snapped, a sour taste in my mouth. He looked up at me, a look of hurt in his eyes.

"Well.... Ya. But don't put it that way. I-"

"Then why do you do it?" I
interrupted.

"Because I.. My dad he..... I shouldn't have to explain myself to you! Damn!" He yelled, slamming the refrigerator door, making me jump. He turned around, gripping the side of the counter, his muscles bulging.

I sat there quietly making a mental note not to get on his nerves like I'd just done. Even though I was curious.... Why did e do this job if he didn't like it?

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