Captured (Larry Stylinson)(Student/Teacher)✔️

You Don't See It, Do You?

Hello, my love! I'm here to ask your hand in marriage!! Will you, please be my wife? I'll take good care of you, I swear!! Tell me if you wanna get married, and I'll start planning! Hehe... So, do you look into the mirror and think 'why am I still here?' Do you look at other girls and you just feel... ugly? When you're all alone, does it ever occur to you that someone out there is so much prettier? Well if you do, this chapter is dedicated to you. Because, believe or not, you ARE beautiful. And yeah, I don't know what you look like, but I'm more then positive that you make me melt. In your eyes, I'm sure you just see a monster, something disgusting... But in my eyes all I'd see is an angel. Someone who needs to know that they are perfect, even if they think they aren't. Because every has a bit of perfection in them, you just have to wake it up. I love you, beauty. I hope you enjoy this chapterxxx. (I still love you!!)

(Still El's P.O.V.)

Josh let out a scream as he fell off the bed, sending me into louder hysterics. He stood up, face red with fury, but it was easy to see the small twinkle in his eyes. "What's a matter, Joshie washie?" I called ou teasingly. He let out a squeal and leaped on top of me, digging his fingers into my sides. I gasped in a quick breath and let the screams of protest and laughter fly out. He laughed at his torture and wriggled his fingers around more. "S-s-stop!" I cried out, trying to breath.

Finally, after minutes of not being able to breath, he pulled away, straddling me. A groan escaped my lips at his weight. He wasn't to heavy, but then again, I wasn't too strong. He giggled and started plopping up and down, landing on my stomach perfectly every time. I groaned louder. "Crap, how much do you weigh?" I gasped quickly. He giggled and pulled himself down with more force. Anther groan. More jumping.

"What the hell?" Josh stopped moving and turned his body. "Who the fuck are you? Eleanor, is he raping you?" Clarissa slammed the door closed, locking it again. Her black hair was pulled in a high sloppy bun and her clothes were all wrinkly. She reeked of liquor and cigarettes. Josh climbed off me and helped me to sit up properly. We watched in wonder as Clarissa started taking off her clothes.

A small, circular burn Mark was on the side of her leg. What happened to her? Did she get burned? Well, obviously. But was it an accident? She quickly pulled on a pair of black Zubaz (Zubaz is a clothes company that sells sweatshirts, shirts, and sweatpants. They're stuff it really freaking comfortable) and a red shirt that was way to big on her. After fixing her hair, she plopped down on her bed. With a cautious look, she turned her head to look at us. "What?" We both jumped, frightened by her deadly tone.

"N-nothing... How's Lewis?" She shrugged and reached down under her bed, pulling out a laptop. Josh licked his dry lips, looking down as he did so. Clarissa was really pretty, actually. Her black hair reached the bottom of her back and she had a nice hourglass shape. Big breast and broad shoulders. All of her curves made her body stand out like a supermodel. Her eyes were huge, the color of green, murky water. She always wore thick eyeliner and heavy mascara, and loads of foundation. Seeing her without makeup is a great thing. She only takes it off in the night, but even then she is quick to hide her face in the pillows.

She buried eye plugs in her ears and started watching something, a movie most likely. Josh cleared his throat, making me look at him again. "I'm gonna go. Niall wanted to meet me for coffee this afternoon." He got up off the bed, pulling me up with him. I gave him a hug and walked him to the door. "It was food seeing you again, El. I missed you." I smiled softly.

"I missed you too, Josh. Come back soon!" He nodded and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I repeated his actions and watched him walk away. When I closed the door and turned around, I jumped. Clarissa was standing not even a foot away from me. My heart beat quickened to an unwanted pace.