One Direction Kidnapped Me?! [COMPLETED]

Part 19

Whoaaaaa!!!!! Okay sorry for the weird intro. I was going to start this chapter, and as I did, I noticed that I had 1K views and I kinda died. Thank you guys SOOO much for getting me to 1K views. Don't forget to vote and comment. Let me know who you want to win Alex.

The three people who are capable of winning her right now are:

Louis

Harry

Niall

(not in any particular order)

after i get more votes on this, I will start to make Alex have a better frame of mind on who she wants............

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I closed my eyes, and leaned my head back, making myself even more vulnerable."What are you doing Alex?" Harry said, his angry face still there but some confusion seeped in.

I laughed a strained laugh as I looked back into his eyes, they reminded me of emeralds."Don't you see Harry? this, " I said, referring to my position, "is me surrendering to you. Do whatever you want. I have given up. Hit me with your best shot."

Tears began to come to my eyes, "there is no point for me anymore. Do whatever. Slap me, punch me, cut me, kill me. I'm telling you, "closing my eyes now, "I have given up."

"And for the record Harry , I'd rather you kill me than myself. So if you don't, I most certainly will."

He grabbed my arm and pulled me up harshly. I closed my eyes and raised my head up slightly, again another surrender position. Finally. I get what I want. Harry balled his hands in fists and started to slam them against the wall behind me on either side of me head, but then he opened his hands, as if slapping the wood.

"Alex."

"Alex look at me." He said demanding but softly, barely a whisper. As I mentioned earlier, it scares me more when Harry whispers.

I opened my eyes, looking at him. He just kind of looked at me for what felt like hours. Neither of us blinked, or dropped the gaze. The air was so tense that you could cut it with a knife.

He looked down at the ground next to his feet. He furrowed his eyebrows as if deep in thought. He licked his lips and looked back to me. He started to say something, but stopped and took back whatever he was about to say.

"Say it Harold. Words can't hurt me anymore." He winced when I called him Harold, as if I  was the one who hurt him. very funny Harry.

"Are you scared of me Alexandria?" He raised his right eyebrow, the left still burrowed down. I shook my head.

"I'm not scared of you Harry," I whispered. He nodded to himself, kinda like a maniac. He abruptly removed himself from me and went to the nightstand next to the bed. He tipped it over harshly, making a loud clattering sound. He picked up the not- quite-broken-lamp and threw it across the room. It broke into many pieces as he went around smashing stuff in his room.