*a few weeks later*
It's been 3 weeks. 3 whole weeks since I've been kidnapped by Harry. And, to be honest.... And I may sound insane, but... I actually don't mind; I haven't even attempted to escape. If I wanted to escape, I'd be home right now, but I don't want to leave, so I'm not gonna even try. Harry and I get along extremely well and he doesn't treat me like kidnappers treat people, he treats me like I want to be treated. He honestly and wholeheartedly cares about me, and I honestly and wholeheartedly care about him. Anyway, sappy moment over! I'm watching TV in the den, engrossed in the newest Fosters episode when Harry sneaks up behind me and kisses my cheek, scaring the crap out of me. Like I said, I was engrossed in the Fosters. Too engrossed... "Hey" I smile up at him, pausing the TV. "Hey gorgeous" he grins back cheekily, jumping over the couch and landing with his arm around my shoulder. "Whatcha watchin?" He questions. "The new Fosters episode" I smile, pecking his cheek. "You want someone to watch it with you?" He smiles cheekily. "I dunno... Depends on who you're talking about" I wink. "Oh... He's devishly handsome" he smiles. I poke one of his dimples and laugh. "Oh really? What makes you think that?" I giggle. "Only because thousands of girls have tweeted me saying so" he smirks. "Well guess what?" I ask. "What?" "I can't agree with them more" I beam, connecting my lips to his. I rest my head on his shoulder and unpause the TV.
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I open my eyes and take in my surroundings. I swear 5 minutes ago it was noon, now its dark out... How long was I out? I rub my grey eyes and start to stand up when I feel an arm around me, holding me back. I look to my left and smile. Harry is asleep next to me, his arm snaked around my waist. I shake my head and peck his cheek gently before carefully pulling away from his grasp and groggily walking to the bathroom. I yawn and splash my face with water in attempt to wake myself up. My hair is disheveled and I have bags under my eyes. I look like shit. I don't feel so hot either. I feel my forehead. It doesn't seem I have a temperature, but I grab a thermometer from the cabinet just to be sure and stick it under my tongue, waiting impatiently for the beep. Once it beeps, I pull it out and look down at it in confusion. My temperature is only a degree or 2 above normal. I brush it off, rinse the thermometer, set it back in its original place in the medicine cabinet, and put a cold compress to my head for about a minute before setting the cloth down and exiting the bathroom. I swept my brown hair into a messy topknot, a few strands framing my face, as I tip toed into the kitchen to grab a ginger ale. I crack the can opened as quietly as possible before plopping back down on the couch and watching some random hospital show that was on TV.
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I stare wide eyed at the screen in disgust and extreme interest. In the last hour, I have become obsessed with the show The Untold Stories of the ER. "Whatcha watchin?" Harry asks as he sits up. "Untold Stories of the ER" I answer, not taking my eyes off the screen. "Wanna order Chinese for dinner?" He yawns. "No!" I yell at the screen. "So, you don't want Chinese?" Harry justifies. "No, I do, sorry, I was screaming at the TV, I do want Chinese" I nod, turning my head to face him. He laughs and stands up, whipping his phone out to call the order in.
SO I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS CHAPTER, SORRY ITS SHORT, I MAY EDIT IT LATER, BUT I GOTTA GO TO BED AND TOMORROW IS MONDAY. BLECH. MONDAYS SUCK MONKEY BALLS. IT CAN JUST GO AWAY. NO MORE MONDAYS! SO... YEH. I MAY EDIT THIS LATER, BUT I ALREADY SAID THAT :3 I LUV YOUUUUUU. AND PIC OF ALYSSA TO THE SIDE! GO CHECK OUT EMMA CAMPBELL ON YOUTUBE. SHE DOES A BUNCH OF COVERS AND HER ACCENT IS AMAZING. SHE IS MY WCW EVERYDAY. AND SHE DOES 5SOS COVERS 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗. SHE HAS AN INCREDIBLE VOICE AND SHE CAN PLAY GUITAR AND SHE IS SO TALENTED AND GORGEOUS AND UGHHHH SO MUCH TALENTTTTTT.
