Obsessive. (Harry Styles fanfiction)

Chapter 17

Olivia's POV

I've never felt this much embarrassment in my whole life and I blame him for this. If he just didn't ask me why I was acting that way and forcing me to say it by showing that he's in power, I would've not said it and I wouldn't be this embarrassed. It was really the first time I've seen a shirtless guy. Well, I've seen some on the television and magazines but not in person so that was new to me.

I was also trying to get away from him and to avoid him for the rest of the day because of what happened but he wouldn't let me. What's even more nerve-racking is that I'm going to eat dinner with him to where only he knows because he told me that the venue is a secret. What am I going to do now? It feels like I wasn't kidnapped at all because now he treats me like a normal person and not some sort of a captive.

I looked for some clothes in my room. I really didn't want to describe it as my room because it really isn't my room because my room is in my aunt's house and it's the attic. I wanna go back there because that's the place I can find some time alone while being in this house, it feels like I'm being watched 24/7 without me knowing so I'd prefer going back to my aunt's than to be with Harry because I still don't trust him.

I feel like he's doing these things like buying groceries, clothes, and eating dinner with me because I think he thinks that it's the only way to make me give in but no, I won't do that. I won't give in and trust people easily. Even though, he has become nicer since yesterday, there was still something off about him. It was like as if he was trying to be nice or maybe he's really nice but showing the opposite. I don't understand him and so are my feelings right now. I don't know what to feel right now, if I should be relaxed or nervous. I mean, it's just dinner. He wouldn't do anything to me, right?

I stopped myself from overthinking so much. He told me to prepare myself so if I wore again my pajamas when we're going to have dinner, he'll be annoyed with me so I've decided to wear the pink dress he bought for me. It was a just plain pink dress that falls just above my knees. I wore my flat shoes and brushed my hair.

It was already 8 PM so Harry's going to call for my name any moment now.

"Olivia! Come down already" He shouted from downstairs and I smiled to myself because I was right.

I quickly went downstairs because I feel like he's going to be mad at me if I let him wait any longer.

I was very uncomfortable and confuse when I saw Harry looking at me, as I walk downstairs, with his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes focused on me. He was also wearing an apron.

"Why are you wearing an apron?" I asked.

"Because I was cooking earlier. I forgot to remove it" He said.

"Oh, okay" I said.

"Why are you wearing a dress?" He asked.

"Because you told-" before I could even finish what I was saying, I've come to realized that all along he was playing with me. He didn't tell me where we're going to eat, he told me to prepare and dress up because we were just going to eat dinner in this house and he was the cook. I thought it was going to be a formal type of dinner but thank goodness, it isn't.

"I should just go and change into my pajamas because we're just going to eat here, right?" I asked.

"No, what you're wearing is fine. Just help me get the trays and follow me" He said so followed him when he went to the kitchen.

The first thing I saw was the bucket of ice and a bottle of champagne. We're not going to drink, are we? Instead of grabbing those, I grabbed the tray that has two plates of steak with some corn, vegetables, and white sauce in it.

I was hoping that Harry would forget about the bottle of champagne but my hopes were drained when he grabbed it. He also grabbed the bucket of ice, two glasses and empty plates. I wonder how he manages to carry that many.

First, I was confused when we went back upstairs and not into the dining room. Second, I was even more confused because I have no idea where we're going to eat and we were already passing by the rooms we usually use; our bedrooms. I remember when Harry said that I'm not allowed to roam around in this house but right now, he's taking me to another room and maybe eventually, he will show me what's in every room and I can freely roam around. If that's the case, I hope he will let me know him better. If he shows the different sides of his house, I hope he shows his sides too.

When Harry stopped walking and stood in front of a door, I almost bumped the tray that I was carrying on his back because I was closely following him. I was afraid that my small footsteps would miss his longer ones and that I'll lost my way.

Harry opened the door and we got inside the room. I almost gasped when I saw what was in front of me. We were like in a balcony and down below was a swimming pool. We went down the stairs and I tried to pay attention to my steps than to my surroundings.

Harry and I placed the food and drinks on the table near the swimming pool. I looked up at the ceiling and I realized that a part of it was made up of glass. I could see the moon and stars and how well it reflected the water. It was breathtakingly beautiful.

"I'll be back. Just stay here" Harry said.

I didn't complain. It was fine for me to be left alone in an unfamiliar place because it's a lovely place anyway. I sat on the edge of the pool and dipped my feet in the water and let my thoughts run. If I wasn't just kidnapped and forced to be here then it would've been amazing to stay here. Half of me still wants to leave this place and half of me keeps on forgetting that I was kidnapped and that I had to escape because I don't know Harry and his friends. I don't know how their way of thinking works and I don't know what they are up to but I know it's up to no good. I have to remember to not let my guard down even if Harry becomes nice to me or treats me better.

I quickly stood up when Harry arrived. It looks like he was carrying a mouthwatering dish. When I looked at it, it was a bowl of pasta with some tiny bits of bacon, cheese, mushrooms, basil, and other ingredients that I would know once I tasted it. As much as I love to eat, I also love to cook.

Harry motioned for me to sit down and I did what I was told. I was already hungry and I couldn't wait to eat because the steak and pasta looks so appetizing. I've also forgotten about the champagne and I realized there was no water. I almost laughed at myself when I thought of drinking the water of the swimming pool. I really didn't want to drink with somebody that I'm unfamiliar with but I have no choice. It's either I'll get thirsty or tipsy.

I was about to get my fork and knife to slice the steak but I thought of Harry so I checked him first if he was doing the same thing because it might annoy him if I was the first one to eat so I stopped. Maybe I should wait for Harry to tell me if I was allowed to eat so I wouldn't break any of his rule but I am me so I should follow what myself wants but that would be a perilous thing to do because of the possible consequences. When Harry moved, I thought he was going to eat but instead he rested both his elbows on the table and intertwined his hand with the other and looked at me like he was about to interrogate my whole life.

Author's Note

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