Obsessive. (Harry Styles fanfiction)

Chapter 8

Harry's POV

I don't know if I should regret bringing a girl to my house or not. It's totally a waste of time to even watch this girl's every move in my room. It's already been a week since I first brought her here. She didn't break any of the rules I made and that's a good thing.

I was busy for the rest of the week so I didn't get to talk to her or anything. I just go straightly to my room and do paperworks. Then, I remember Niall telling me to make Olivia submissive. I can't do that if I don't make any progress in making conversations or getting to know her. She was really hard to control, knowing the fact that 7 guys bought her and didn't get to fück her.

I'll stop with the paperworks for a week so I can get to know her. This wasn't really my type of thing to get to know girls better but this girl that I'm with is giving me a hard time. I would've throw her off the balcony, kill her or let her escape but that would be another problem.

Those dumbfücks didn't think about kidnapping this girl. This is all Louis', Niall's, Ashton's and Jack's fault. If they just stop kidnapping girls for fun, this wouldn't be a problem. I built this place for the girls who were willing to do anything so they could get some money out of it and so they could do fück up things with their already-fück-up lives.

I turned on my television and switched it to the cameras so I could see what she's doing. There was a hidden camera in the room she's sleeping but I don't know if she knows because she was getting curious and she keeps on looking at the ceiling. The bathroom doesn't have a camera though. I looked at the screen and saw that she was still sleeping on the bed so I turned off the television and got up from my bed to write something. I'm going to plan something to get to know her and make her submissive.

Things to do:
▪ Eat dinner
▪ Ask questions
▪ Shop with her
▪ Buy groceries with her
▪ Go to a party
▪ Cook breakfast for her
▪ Go to a restaurant

What else?

I crumpled the piece of paper and sighed. I don't want to do those things. I need to act genuine and just do whatever I can think of. If I bring that list of things to do that would be so fücking uncool.

I have nothing else to do so I turned on the television again to check her. She wasn't sleeping in her room now, she was pacing back and forth outside my room while biting her finger and thinking.

Olivia's POV

I was pacing back and forth outside his room, thinking if I should just knock on the door or not but then I remembered what he told me about his rules. He said that he doesn't want to be disturbed and he told me not to talk to him unless he tells me so but my fist was almost touching his door.

I don't know why but my mind is telling me not to knock but my action shows the exact opposite. What if he's still sleeping? I put my hand down and bit my lip. Next thing I was doing, I was again almost touching the door but decided against it and instead I just bit my finger gently.

What am I even trying to do? I don't know what I'm doing. I should just be lying in bed and crying. Then my mind just decided again to knock.

I was really going to knock but the door opened that made me jumped out in shock. I just stood there with my eyes wide open and my mouth slightly open while Harry's eyebrows were furrowed.

"What do you want?" He asked rudely. I don't know but he looks mad.

"I-I" I was about to speak but he interrupted me. I'm not sure if I was really going to speak because I can't even form a word.

"If you're not going to talk then you should just leave" He said and I frowned.

I don't know if he noticed me frowning but he's so damn rude. I didn't want to start an argument with him so I decided not to ask the question that I was planning to say before I even went here.

"Nevermind. I'm sorry if I disturbed you." I said and looked down while turning around to go back to my room.

I was about to walk away but I felt him wrapping his fingers around my wrist and then he pulled me back that made me face him.

"What is it?" He asked.

I wanted to pull my tongue out but that would be really immature of me. He was being obnoxious so that's why I didn't want to say what I wanted to say. Now, he's curious.

"What do you want for breakfast?" I asked and I saw Harry's face a bit surprised.

"Is that why you came here? You wanted to ask me what I want for breakfast?" He asked and I nodded.

"How surprising. I never would have imagined that someone, who has been kidnapped, would ask that" He said.

"I get over things quickly and It's been a week since you brought me here and you haven't done anything to me so-" I was about to finish what I was about to say when I was pushed against the wall quickly that made me gasp loudly.

"So, you want me to do something to you?" He asked and my eyes widened.

I shook my head no and tried to get out of his grip. His fingers were wrapped around my wrists and I was pinned against the wall. I noticed him smirking while moving his face slowly towards mine. I tightly shut my eyes and hope for the worse.

I was thinking he'd kissed but he didn't.

"I'm not going to eat breakfast" He whispered in my ear and he quickly let go of me.

I exhaled deeply and he smirked. He made me so damn nervous and that was the only thing he did to me. I don't even understand him.

"Okay, I'll be going now" I said.

I quickly walked away from him before he could do something else. I went downstairs and into the kitchen. I started cooking breakfast for myself. I guess it's okay to cook because I've just asked him if he wants to eat breakfast so he's aware of what I'm doing right now and I don't think he'll starve me.

When I'm done cooking, I started eating bacon, bread and an egg. When I'm done eating, I washed the dishes. Harry didn't really eat breakfast today and he just locked himself up in his room. Does he do this everyday? Going to work without eating breakfast is a very unhealthy thing to do.

Speaking of work, I didn't see him go out of the house to go to work. Doesn't he have things to do there? I don't even know if I should consider his work a work because I don't think it's a work.

When will he come out of his room? If he's planning to keep me here for years, he might as well talk to me before I rot in here.