Styles.

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by wanderfulwonders

by wanderfulwonders

Styles.

Why does that sound so familiar? I feel like I've heard it before, but I just don't know where.

Styles.

FUCK. Where did I hear that name? Styles. Harry Styles. Flows so perfectly.

I keep trying to figure out where I heard it from, but I just don't know.

I look around the basement and I expect it to be scary, but it's really not. There's a couch, a tv and a washroom with a shower in it. Thank God. I want to go upstairs to ask Harry for some spare clothes, but I know the door is locked and I won't be able to go up there.

Speaking of the devil, I hear him coming downstairs. I mentally roll my eyes. He came downstairs brining a huge suitecase along with him, which causes me to raise my eyebrows at him suspiciously. He drops the suitcase in front of me and says, "here are the clothes you will wear'' he says pointing to the huge luggage full of clothes. I nod my head and remembered that he slapped me for not "using my words" so I decided to thank him. He nods his head and walks off.

Oh? So I have to use my words but he can't? Please God, can I slap him back?

I sit indian style on the carpet and open the suitcase. My eyes go wide at the amount of clothes inside of it. Dresses. Shoes. Tank tops. Tee's. Jeans. Skirts. Shorts. Everything. There's also underwear inside of here and bras, which is good because I need a shower right now. I pick up the fresh bra and underwear and walk off into the bathroom. I open the bathroom down and my eyes go wide. The bathroom is huge and well put together. I strip out of my clothes and hop into the shower. I wash my hair first with Dove shampoo I guess, I usually use Pantene but it's not like he's going to take orders from me. So this will do. I finish washing my hair and now onto my body.

I pick up the body wash and it reads, Dove. Why is everything Dove? I wash my body quickly and leave the shower. I dry myself with a towel and put pyjamas on. The pyjamas consist of, red plaid pants with a light blue long sleeved.

I'm actually shocked that he supplied me with all these things. An actual kidnapper would kill me. I'd probably be dead by now. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of Harry killing me. Was he being serious when he said he's killed people? He didn't actually say it, but he implied it. Goosebumps arise to my skin and I shake my head.

If only I listened to Teddy and not walked home late at night, this wouldn't have happened. I wish I left the library at 7:00pm. I'm so stupid.

I wonder what time it is? I don't have a phone because I know he took it off me, he isn't that stupid to leave me with a phone. I look around the basement trying to find a clock somewhere. I spot one at the very far end, it reads 12:33pm. Wow it's late. I decided to try and sleep, maybe when I wake up this awful nightmare will be over. I lay down on the couch and try to get some sleep. I start to count sheep and slowly slowly, I fall asleep.

HARRY'S POV

I'm upstairs in the living room watching movies and drinking some tea, before I head off to bed. My mind wanders to Arabella who is downstairs, in my very own basement. I heard the shower go on a few minutes ago, but it turned off after a while and I'm guessing she's asleep. I finish my tea, turn my TV off and go downstairs to check on Arabella. I walk downstairs slowly, careful not to wake her up. I see the suitcase on the floor with clothes surrounding it. I glance at the couch and notice Arabella's figure laying on it.

Her lips slightly parted and her body close together. Fuck she doesn't have a blanket on her, no wonder she's cold. I walk quickly upstairs to grab her a blanket. I grab a really thick one, since nights are colder nowadays and make my way downstairs again. I put the blanket over Arabella's body and just stare at her for a moments. The way she cuddles into the blanket, her hair sprawled everywhere. I sigh quietly and make my way upstairs again.

I turn off the lights in the house and walk upstairs in the dark. People think its weird to stay in the dark but personally I don't, I'm used to it. The dark gives off a feeling of calmness, not knowing your surroundings makes me calm. I make my way into the washroom, I did my business and brushed my teeth. I walk into my room and go under my silk covers.

I can't help but think am I doing the right thing? Was taking Arabella a good choice? I first wanted to get revenge, wanting people to feel my pain but now I don't know. Maybe, just maybe, I'm tired of feeling alone.

THE NEXT DAY

TEDDY'S POV

It's currently 8:33am right now and Arabella isn't home. She might have went out early to get breakfast but I doubt it. She's usually still asleep, so I don't really know where she is.

Come to think of it, I don't think she came home last night either. This is really making me worried, I don't know where Arabella is and there's no sign of her either. I keep trying to call her phone, but it keeps saying she's unavailable. I keep trying to think positive but its hard. Maybe her battery died? Maybe she stayed over at a friends house? Maybe her phone got stolen? Maybe she's on the phone with someone else?

I don't know where she is, but I do hope she comes home safe.

ARABELLA'S POV

I woke up feeling something really heavy on top of me. I open my eyes and notice a pink blanket over my small body. How did this get here? Last night I fell asleep without a blanket, but now I have one...

Weird.

I get off of the couch and make my way into the washroom. I used the toilet, brushed my teeth, combed my hair and threw it into a bun, and walked out of the bathroom. I walked towards the suitcase and kneeled down, trying to figure out what i'm going to wear.

I chose some grey roots sweatpants and a red sweater. I huff out a breath and sit down on the couch. I turn the TV on and start flipping through channels. I decide on watching 'Spongebob' hoping it will brighten up my day. When I woke up, I hoped that I would be at home in my dorm but sadly I'm still here. It isn't a nightmare, its reality.

Tears start to form in my eyes, knowing that I'll never see my family or friends again.

I wipe away my tears, Harry said when people cry it makes them weak and I know that the last thing I want to show, is weakness around him.