In With the New(Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 13: A Good Actress

Heyy guys, sorry it took so long to update! But, I finally did it! I hope you like it!((: 

Here's chapter thirteen: 

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I wake up slowly, not wanting to arouse my captor. There was a tattooed, muscular arm draped over my torso. I didn't know if it was someone trying to hurt me, or what. But, I could feel the fear sweat starting to dribble my forehead.

I slowly and softly slipped out of my abductor's arms without waking him up. I slowly tip-toed toward my bedroom door. I told myself not to look back, for he could wake up any second. But, I had to see who it was. I turned slightly to get a quick glance and almost died of embarrassment. I let out the most relieved sigh you ever heard as there sat, staring at me in bewilderment, the one and only Harry Styles.

"I- uh- was- I tried to- it's like- ugh!" my face faded into a very nice red as I tried to explain, my voice betraying me.

Harry chuckled, "It's okay. No need for explanation."

I just shook my head and looked down at the ground with a shy smile. He walked past me, out my bedroom door, tugging me along behind him. As I left my room, I caught a glimpse of my wall clock and realized that it was one o-clock already. We slept for three hours!

As we reached the living room, I heard faint whispers and teasing that was directed at Harry by three of his band mates. Thankfully, Liam was above it all. I gave him a thankful grin as he returned it with an apologetic one. My face tingled in a lighter shade of pink as I left Harry and rushed over to sit next to Emily at the bar. I wished that I had made him walk in first or something. I could have spared Harry and myself the embarrassment.

Once all of the commotion had died down, I realized that I hadn't eaten anything that day. I stood up to look in the fridge for something to eat. All we had were a bunch of Hot Pockets and cereal, I made a mental note to go grocery shopping after I ate. "Anyone else hungry?" I asked, being polite.

"Me!" Harry hollered playfully.

"Me too! Me too!" Niall shouted just as childishly.

"Okay, okay," I said with a giggle in a motherly tone. "How do Hot Pockets sound?"

"Great!" I heard both of the boys say.

I put one Hot Pocket in the microwave and set it to 2 minutes.  

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"I'm going to go grocery shopping because we need some food," I announced after we finished our hot pockets. "I need a buddy to come with me."

"Ooooh!" Harry proclaimed childishly. "Me, me, me, me, me!!!"

I giggled, "Alright! Alright! You can come!"

He sighed. "Yayy!"

And at that, we made our way toward the door. "Not so fast, girly!" Emily shouted towards us, getting up to come and tell us something. I stuck my hand in my pocket as I waited for her. It almost surprised me when she grabbed a black piece of clothing off of a kitchen chair. "Don't forget your sweater!"

"But it's not even cold out!" I whined.

"I don't care!" she rebuked. "Just take it, at least."

"Fiiiiine," I rolled my eyes. Our laughter filled the room as we remembered how that was how Emily and her mother's conversation always went any time we went out when we were younger. Everyone else just looked on with confusion. But, we didn't care and just kept on laughing.

When we finally got the last of our giggles out, we hugged each other good bye and Harry and I walked to the car, a smile still playing on my lips. I put my wavy black hair up in a pony tail and got into the driver's seat.