Taken

Chapter 5

Sunday 9th January 2014

"Harry what the fuck man? Why did you bring her here!? I don't want to be involved in this shit, not anymore, and you know that!" What a great way to wake up, someone shouting outside. I don't recognise the voice, which I guess should worry me, but I think I'm beyond it now. Instead of listening to the rest of their conversation, I sink back down and try to drift back into the land of the unconscious.

After about ten minutes, I realise there's no way I'm going to be able to fall asleep again. Its almost like I'm, dare I say it, too comfortable? I finally prise my eyes open and to be honest I'm completely surprised at what I see.

The room I'm in is huge! Its probably at least 4 times the size of my bedroom at home, which isn't small! The bed I'm laying on is definitely king sized and has beautiful red and black covers. The whole room is red and black actually; and damn it is nice! The entire wall opposite me is glass overlooking a beautiful garden full of brightly coloured plants and waterfalls. This is not exactly what I expected being kidnapped would be like. It doesn't seem too bad!

I get up to explore the room further and find a large en suite and a massive walk in wardrobe!! However, the more I look round, the more I notice that this is someone's bedroom. I guess the main clue is that the wardrobe is full of men's clothes, but that's not the point, I still consider myself like Sherlock Holmes. Whoever lives here is incredibly neat though, I'll give them that, almost too neat considering the company I'm with. Oh yeah, I forgot about that. I'm meant to be trying to escape or something.

Literally as soon a these thoughts cross my mind, the door is flung open to reveal the one and only Harry Styles. God he is attractive. I didn't really notice yesterday, my mind was a bit preoccupied. Wait, yesterday? It's only been a day? I count back in my head and, yeah, this time yesterday, it was just a normal Saturday. Wow, time sure flies when you're kidnapped and chloroformed twice...

"Are you going to ignore me all day, sweetheart?"

"Huh? Oh right, sorry" hmm, I seem to be zoning out a lot lately, everyone always seems to be trying to bring be back to reality.

"You really need to stop daydreaming, it's incredibly annoying! Now, hurry up and get dressed, I've laid some clothes out for you in the wardrobe. Don't take too long, mind, I'm not a patient man Evelyn..." He storms back out the door and leaves me standing there shaking.

I had momentarily forgotten how much shit I was in here but now all my worries and fear are coming flooding back. What the hell am I going to do? My stomach grumbling interrupts my thoughts and reminds me that I haven't actually eaten since the friday...and now it's sunday. I wonder if my pasta's still on the table at home. Maybe if I get dressed quickly I'll get some breakfast, and some answers, downstairs.

I wander through into the wardrobe and spot a pile of clothes that I hadn't noticed before. They're not bad actually; a pair of black leggings and a comfy looking jumper. This is basically what I wear when I have lazy days but something tells me that today is going to be far from lazy. I sigh and pull them on quickly, avoiding looking at myself in the mirror. I can image how terrible I look, after all the crying and emotions that I've feeling, and I don't really confirm it...

I'm not really sure where to go when I leave the room. I find myself in a long, well-furnished corridor. Can a corridor be considered beautiful? Because if so, this one certainly is. Ugh, I need to snap out of this daze, who cares if it's pretty? I need to get my mum and get out of here, that's my main concern.

"Oy, what are you doing?" I spin around, my heart racing at the sound of that oh so familiar irish accent.

"Um, nothing I was just, er going downstairs but I suppose I don't know the way..." I trail off as I see the amused look in his eyes.