Princess of England (Harry Styles)

Chapter 39

~~~ Princess Isabelle's POV ~~~

I wish I would be found. I have been in this room, tied to this bed, for seventeen days now. I can't take it anymore.

I only get one glass of warm water every other day and I get three full course meals- which I don't understand. They feed me but they don't give me water.

It was freezing cold down here and they didn't give me my clothes back or any blankets. I had goosebumps all over me all the time. I was uncontrollably shivering. My teeth chattered. It was awful. How could some one do this to a person?

I only had one big thing on my mind while I was here. Harry. Questions popped into my mind every second. Was he even looking for me? Was he okay? Does he still love me? If he was looking for me, did he give up? What is he doing? Questions that I absolutely had no answer to.

All I wanted was to be back with him and his warm arms around me, whispering in my ear how much he loved me. His soft curls tickling my face as we laid on the couch watching films.

Coming back to reality, the door to the room had opened and the lift turned on. Scared, I tried moving away. The thing on my eyes was carefully pulled off and the thing in my mouth was untied. I blinked and saw the nicer brother. He softly smiled to me and gave me some water.

"I'm really sorry about all of this." He whispered as he began to feed me. I slowly took the veggies into my mouth. I wish this food was better. At least I'm getting some though. "I had managed to get them to let me give you some clothing." He smiled excitedly. He unlocked the chains from my ankles and wrists. I scooted to the corner of the bed and my back to the cold wall. I pulled my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around them.

"Why can't I go home?" Remember how Harry was sick and he could barely talk, due to over use of singing? Well my voice sounded like his. Due to the fact that I only got little water.

"I wish I could get you out." He whispered while handing me some clothes. When I realized whose they were I began to cry and shake my head. I kicked them away.

"I'm not wearing those." I cried more.

"I'm sorry. Derek said you could only wear clothes if they were his. And Princess you are shivering like crazy and-" He touched me and I slapped his hand. Though it was weak so it was probably nothing. He frowned and got up. "I suggest you wear them Princess." He whispered and looked down to the ground. Wear clothes that belong to whom I thought was my best friend at university who turned out to be a crazy guy who wanted to kidnap me for money from my family? Or freeze to death?

I slowly grabbed the clothes. I tried standing up but my knees gave out. Before I could fall the man had caught me. He set me on the bed and helped me put on the sweats and sweatshirt. It felt good to be warm, I just wished that I wasn't in his clothes.

"I'm sorry, but I have to cuff you up again." I grabbed his hand before he did.

"C-can you j-just let me go without u-until you l-leave?" I begged. He watched me then grabbed the fork and fed me again. When he was done he cuffed me up to the bed and tied the things around my mouth and eyes.

Someone please find me soon.