Taken

Chapter 6

Sunday 9th January 2014

He still hasn't left. Its been nearly an hour and I'm pretending to be asleep. Harry's still lying next to me, one arm wrapped around my waist and one fiddling with my hair. God I feel so awkward, I mean, I'm laying in a bed in just my underwear next to Harry fucking Styles who just kidnapped me. Not exactly your average sunday...

I can't stop thinking about what Niall said. Did he really think that Harry would use me like that? Oh my god what if that's why I'm here, to be some sort of weird sex slave to Harry? No, Eve, pull yourself together, that can't be it, right? Eurgh, I'm so confused at the moment and my head is still killing me.

"Evelyn...are you awake?" His low voice sends shivers down my spine and I feel his warm breath on my neck. My pulse immediately increases and I can feel my heart beat in my mouth. It increases yet again as I feel his large hand, which was previously resting on my waist, tracing patterns over my skin. Eurgh, I hate my body for reacting like this and betraying me. I finally come to my senses and pull away from him, rolling to the other side of the bed and rubbing my eyes, pretending that I've just woken up.

"I am now. What do you want?" My tone is harsh and a smirk finds its way onto my face when I see the slightly hurt look in his eyes.

"Um..." He looks nervous; good, "you've slept a lot today, I just wondered if you were ok?" He ducks his head and looks at his hands which are fiddling in his lap. He looks so innocent and harmless, really cute to be honest...NO! Eve pull yourself together.

I think about how I can reply. No I'm not ok, but I don't think he meant about this whole kidnapping things so instead I think about my immediate needs. My head still hurts, a lot. That's what I need right now.

"Er no not really. I've got a pounding headache, I'm bored stiff, and I'm sitting in bed almost naked with a complete stranger so no, Harry, I'm not ok..." To my surprise, his eyes light up at these words. Damnit, I had meant to hurt him.

"I can fix those things. Wow, I thought you were going to ask for really hard things and for me to let you go. But those things...I can fix!" He ends the sentence with an adorable grin on his face. Why is he being so nice? Earlier he was an absolute dick. I open my mouth to speak but cuts me off.

"Ok so, I'll be right back. I'll go get some painkillers and some movies. You can go get dressed. Help yourself to any of my clothes, sorry, we don't have any girls clothes" he gets up and leaves, giving me another small smile before closing the door. Why is he being so different, and kind?

I try not to think about it too much as I wander through into the wardrobe. As I had expected, all the clothes are huge on me, so I settle on a plain black t-shirt and a pair of jogging bottoms. Wow, his clothes smell so nice, I could just inhale everything. Ugh no Eve! Just because he's being nice at the moment, I still need to be careful and not forget what I'm going through here...

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Halfway through the first film Harry wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into his chest. Part of me wanted to object, but to be honest it felt nice. I felt safe and secure, something I hadn't really felt since my dad...left. How ironic, that the one person I can feel safe around is the one that I should be terrified of. Because of this I couldn't really concentrate on the film, I'm not even sure what film it was. The second one I tried to pay a bit more attention to, but I soon found myself just staring up at Harry as he watched it, engrossed.

I'm still like that now. I'm not even sure he's noticed that I'm paying more attention to him that I am to the film in front of us. Those stunning eyes of his are glinting in the dim light of the room and his full, pink, bottom lip is pulled between his teeth and he bites it gently. He hasn't shaved in a couple of days; I can see the slight shadow of stubble and it only makes him look more attractive. His hair is messy today, and he keeps running his free hand through it, messing it up more each time. It still looks perfect though, like each curl is styled like this purposely, even though it's not.

I'm snapped out of my trance as he turns his head slowly to look down at me.

"Enjoying the view?" He asks. It doesn't sound sarcastic or mocking though. He sounds genuinely curious, and even slightly insecure, of what I might say. I don't reply, and instead I bury my now bright red face in his warm chest.

"Hey, there's no need to be embarrassed, I'm fully aware of how hot I am..." He pokes me in the side as he jokes and a soft, involuntary shriek slips out of my mouth.

He stares down at me, his mouth in a perfect circle.

"Oh my god! Evelyn...are you ticklish?" He's now grinning evily and I try to edge away, shaking my head frantically as I do so. I'm so so soooo ticklish!!!

"I don't belieeeve you!" He sings, laughing at the same time. I leap up and run away, laughing, as he reaches for my waist to tickle me.

I make the mistake of glancing back and trip over, falling onto the soft rug. Harry immediately jumps on me, knocking all the breath out of my and starts tickling me like crazy. Insane shrieks of laughter leave my lips along with pleas for him to stop. He finally removes his hands but remains straddling me, his head cocked to the side as I try to catch my breath.

"Something wrong?" He asks innocently and I reach up to hit his firm chest.

"You...bastard...." I mutter, still breathing heavily. Harry just laughs and slowly leans down towards me. He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear and he's so close that I can feel his warm breath on my neck.

"Here," he mutters softly, "let me kiss it better" I'm still trying to figure out what he means by this as his soft lips press gently against mine.

I lose my breath for the second time in minutes and feel myself kissing him back. We fit together perfectly and damn, he tastes so good. He runs his tongue gently along my bottom lip, asking for entrance, and I'm about to grant it when I realise what I'm doing! How can I be kissing him?

I quickly push him away, trying to ignore the hurt look on his face.

"How DARE you? How dare you kiss me? You have no right! Now get off me...I said get OFF" he slowly stands up and runs a hand through his hair sighing deeply.

"B-but," he mutters, sounding confused,"you kissed me back! You wanted this too?" I glare at him before replying, spitting out my words.

"Why the hell would I kiss you back? You're a fucking idiot! Now get away from me!" He opens his mouth to say something but thinks better of it and backs away slowly, leaving the room without another word.

What the hell just happened? I fell under the Harry Styles spell, that's what happened. And this can never happen again, because I know, despite what I said, I did kiss him back...hard. I can't believe I let this happen. Harry is a bad guy and I need to remember that.

I sigh and step into the bathroom to take a shower. That's what I need right now, a shower and some sleep. To be honest I could do with some food too, but I don't want to risk running into Harry downstairs, so I try and forget about that.

However, when I leave the shower, dressed in the same jogging bottoms and another one of Harry's t-shirt, I find something I was NOT expecting. Someone has left a sandwich, a packet of crisps and a cup of tea on the table next to the bed. I immediately assume they're from Harry, until I stop a note lying next to it.

It says:

I tried to warn you, Evelyn: Harry's bad news.

N x

Eurgh. Damn it Niall. Why's he talking shit about Harry anyway, aren't they meant to be friends? I screw the note up, throwing it across the room, eat the food and then curl up in the huge bed. This has been one hell of a day and right now, I need to escape to land of the unconscious. Maybe tomorrow will be better.

A/N

Heeeey, so Hevelyn anyone? ;D