Only You {h.s}

Chapter Thirty Nine

Trigger warning

I lay on my side. These sheets are soft, so so soft. Harry is crouched on the ground next to the pure white bed, gazing fondly at me.

"Where have you been?" I ask. "Why won't you hold me?

"I can't," He cups my cheek, but I don't feel his touch.

"Why not?"

"You're his now," he smiles softly.

Harry presses a kiss to my forehead before standing up. He starts walking away from me. I call for him, but my voice comes out as barely a whisper.

"You can't leave me! I don't want to be here, I don't want to be with him!"

Harry turns to me.

"It'll be over in a second. All you have to do is give in."

I wake up abruptly, soaked in ice cold water and gasping for air. Mr. Carter and Zayn are laughing loudly at me as I shiver, tears forming in my eyes. Zayn tosses the bucket he used to dump the water on me across the room.

"Rise and shine sweetie," Mr. Carter says mockingly. "We've got a big day ahead of us."

A chill runs down my spine. God only knows what that could mean.

Both of them eye my body as I stay cuffed to the headboard. I'm over trying to hide my nakedness. I've become numb to it. After they took those pictures of me the first night I got here, they took away my clothes. It's humiliating and degrading on so many levels.

I don't even know how long it's been since I was taken. The days have blurred together in constant misery. It has to have been at least a week though. Why hasn't Harry saved me yet?

"Let's go," Mr. Carter commands as he undoes the handcuffs.

He grips my arm and yanks me off the bed, practically dragging me behind him.

"What are you doing?" I ask weakly.

"It's time for you to see something," Mr. Carter says cryptically.

We walk through the living room and my eye catches the clock on the wall. It's three in the afternoon.

Did I really sleep that long? Then again, I have no idea when I actually fell asleep. I have no concept of time anymore.

Mr. Carter practically tosses me down the stairs to the basement and I land harshly on my side. Mr. Carter and Zayn are snickering as they pull my shaking body up from the concrete floor. I'm lead into a separate room and it's pitch black. All of a sudden a dim red light is switched on. My breath hitches at the sight in front of me.

There are pictures hanging all over the walls. Every single one of them is of me or me and Harry. I bring my hand up to cover my mouth in horror as I look at them over.

There are ones where I'm sleeping in my room when I lived with Louis, ones where I'm leaving Harry's house, ones where I'm walking into school and at the mall and just everywhere.

I step closer to one that catches my eye. It's of mine and Harry's first date. We are walking from Allie's doorstep to his car. I remember now seeing a shadow move that night. It was him. And if I hadn't been so naïve to think this was all over, maybe this could've been avoided. Maybe I wouldn't be standing in some psychopath's basement looking at a dark room full of pictures of me.

"H-How?" I ask shakily.

"Simple," Mr. Carter takes a step closer. "You were unsuspecting and I was determined to have you. So here we are, finally where I imagined. You'll be mine forever, pet."