I wake up, expecting to find a dark cold basement of some sort, but I didn't. I was surprised to see a massive bedroom. I could tell whoever's it was, they were high class. I realize I was brought here by criminals, one being my soulmate. Criminals can't be high class, right?
My thoughts were interrupted by footsteps and faint voices coming near my room. I quickly laid back down and faced the opposite direction of the door. I close my eyes pretending to still be asleep.
The door knob twists and the door carefully opens. Footsteps make their way over, stopping at the other side of the bed.
"Do you think she will be alright?"
"I don't know, she did have a panic attack."
"Well, I hope she will be okay. We have a lot to show her. "
They both linger around for a bit, then I hear their footsteps walk away, closing the door. I shoot straight up. They "have a lot to show me"?? What on Earth could they show me..... Sex? Nonononono I am not about to become someone's bitch. I jump out of bed and go straight for a window. I look out and see nothing but vast nothingness. I expected to see a city or like a small town, but no, there is literally nothing out here but a giant fence enclosing the property and a big gate. Everything else is fields beyond fields. And trees, can't forget about my main source of life.
I turn around from the window. I look at the door and jump at the sight of emerald eye boy.
"Sorry love, I didn't mean to sneak up on ya like that."
I just noticed he had a thick British accent.
"U-uh, it's alright, I guess."
"Let me introduce myself," he starts to walk over, " I'm Harry Styles. And you are?"
He holds out his hand, "I'm Cara Thompson. Nice to meet you?"
I'm still unsure if this is a pleasant meet or not.
"Yes, it's very nice to meet you too. Do you wish to have dinner?"
Why must he talk so formal? I am not the Queen of England. I decide to ask him, because why not.
"Sure, but will I have to sit and listen to your formal way of speaking the whole time" I smile at him, joking around.
He smirks. Wow, that smirk though. "I only wanted to make a good first impression. I can talk normal if you want me to?"
I laugh a little and nod my head. He gestures for me to follow him out of the room. I follow and as soon as I exit the room, I am utterly appalled at this beautiful house. It's so gorgeous. I walk down this grand staircase and into the dining room, which is huge. Harry pulls a chair out for me to sit in and I take it, murmuring and thank you. He goes around the table and sits right in front of me.
"So, Cara, I apologize for the way we met but hey, at least we met."
"Oh, it's alright Harry! Robbing my cafe was actually my first impression of you. Isn't it lovely?" I smirk at him. His face shows a little bit of anger, then suddenly it turns into humor.
"Haha, I guess you're right Cara."
Our food arrives from servants, yes servants. This is the life of a criminal? Dang, I should've became a criminal years ago then.
We begin eating and getting to know each other more. Like mine and his age, I'm 18 and he's 21. The mood begins to ease and we start laughing and having a good time.
But then, something came up.
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