Snowed In // ashton irwin [ON HOLD]

3. Caught

Snowed In

3. Caught

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I slowly opened my eyes and stretched my arms, my right arm hitting something hard. I quickly sat up and looked around the unfamiliar room and noticed that I was on a couch. I was alone in a small cabin, no sign of anyone else. It had a homey feel, nothing looked new. The couch I was laying on was covered in a blanket, and had a few lone throw pillows on it. It really didn't look like much effort was put into it. On the log walls were paintings and photographs, mainly of landscape; and a small green clock, ticking away with every second. On the floor was a plain dark red rug. On the coffee table in front of me, were multiple pens, lined paper was scattered everywhere, all had messy handwriting, and one with a coffee stain, next to that was the culprit, an empty coffee mug from Mexico, probably a souvenir from a friend. 

After taking in my surroundings, I sat wondering to myself, the main thing on my mind was how I got here and where exactly I was. I didn't hear anything, so I knew we weren't in the city. But now that I think about it, how many log cabins does one see in the bustling city of London? Now I was sure I was in the middle of nowhere. The last thing I remember was my car getting stuck in snow at the top of a hill.

Suddenly breaking the slience of the small room, were footsteps walking my way. My heartbeat quickend, for I didn't know where I was. For all I know, I could have been kidnapped, and this guy could take advantage of me. I quickly snapped my head up to see who was coming forward, which resulted in a sharp pain in my head.

I quickly grabbed my head, groaning in discomfort, rubbing circles into my temples to try to sooth the pounding. "Woah, slow down there." 

I look in the direction of the voice, and saw the Luke Hemmings standing with two mugs of a steaming liquid in his hands. The same Luke I was here to get information on. The same Luke that could bring me my promotion. 

"The Snow Princess is finally awake." Luke said, as he sat down next to me on the couch and sat the mugs down on the coffee table in front of us.

"Huh?" I asked, confused by his statement.

"I found you lying in the snow with a gown on. Like a princess. Get it? 'Snow Princess'?" He grinned crookedly. I nodded and smiled back at him, still skeptical. At least I' pretty sure that he isn't going to attack me. Though you could never be sure, some celebrities are good at hiding their bad qualities. 

"So, what were you doing this far from town? No one comes out here, unless they live here, which surely you don't, I'd know you. You do realize this is private property, right?' 

My eyes widened. I wasn't prepared for this to happen. I was kind of just hoping that my delivery person idea would get me in. But now I have no excuse in being here. He's right, this is private property. And if he doesn't believe me, he could possibly get me arrested.

"Uhh-- I was trying to get to the nearest hotel. But, the GPS messed up and-- uh I ended up here..." I lied, sliently praying that he fell for it. 

"Why are you in England?" Luke asked. I guess my American accent was a big give away that I wasn't from here.

"I -- uh, just needed to get away from everything back home. Too much drama." I lied for the second time.

"Ahh-- I understand." Luke replied, not pushing me to tell me why. Which I was happ about. I had no energy to make up another story, and I just didn't like lying to people, it makes me feel like a bad person. But extorting people's private lives doesn't?