The Maze

Chapter 7

Harry's p.o.v

I lie on the bed staring at the white ceiling, the single lamp that sits on the side table next to me lights up the room.

I sit up slowly pulling my black t-shirt off and throwing it in the floor.

Might as well get comfortable.

I get under the rather heavy comforter and the silk grey sheets, and go back to staring at the ceiling. Not like I have anything better to do.

My thoughts wander to the next couple days. This just all seems unreal.

Like tomorrow I'm gonna wake up and I'm going to be home. That this is all a dream, but that's not the case. As much as I want it to be; It not.

Beads of sweat start to form on my forehead, I huff and throw the comforter on the floor, leaving me in just a sheet.

I close my eyes trying to get some rest so I'll be ready for this training.

I think of my home, how I'm in my own bed. Away from all of this and a feeling of peace comes and I slowly slip into sleep.

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Im awoken my someone knocking on my door. The bright sunlight shines through the barred window.

I slowly sit up, rubbing my eyes trying to adjust to the light so I can see.

The door flings open to reveal a man, in guessing early thirties. His head is shaved military style. Wearing a black tank top and camo print pants. He's very toned and looks rather intimidating.

I sit there just staring at him. My morning confusion fogs my mind on what is even happening.

"Good morning Mr. Styles." He says, his voice is deep and raspy. "I am your trainer, Adam."

I don't respond. Just stare.

He rolls his eyes and walks over to the closet. He opens the door and pulls out a black pair of basketball shorts and a grey sleeveless shirt.

"Put these on and be outside of your bedroom door in five minutes." He throws the clothes at me, I go up to block them but they hit me straight in the face, they fall to me lap.

I glare at him and he smirks before walking out and shutting the door.

I continue to sit there trying to comprehend everything that is happening. I've never been a morning person.

I push the sheets off me and get up. I discard of my sweat pants and replace them with the rather comfortable shorts and shirt.

I walk over to the floor length mirror and look at myself. A lone tear falls down my face at the thought of my family but I quickly wipe it away.

I need to be strong.

I push my shoulders back, standing up straight. I huff before going over to my door to find it open.

I furrow my eyebrows and the slight chance of escaping seeps through my mind.

I open it, to find Adam standing right in front of my door with his arms crossed.

I furrow my eyebrows at him as he just stares at me.

"Lets begin." He says turning his back and walking away down the huge, and tall hallway. No windows making it a cold dark.

Red tapestry hangs from the wall and onto the floor. Many white doors are placed on each side. Making it look like a hotel. I'm too busy looking around to see that my trainer is already a ways a way.

"Styles!" He yells making me jump.

I roll my eyes and start to follow him. Once we get to the end of the what seemed like a mile of hallway we come to a huge dark wooden double door.

He opens it to reveal a massive training room, full of archery ranges, weights, shooting ranges, and many other things that are unknown to me.

I hear someone walk up behind me, I flip around to find that girl from yesterday.

Her brown hair is tied in a ponytail, she wears a black t-shirt and black leggings.

Her blue eyes captivate me. She stares at me with a glare. Her hands on her hips.

"I take it you two have already met?" Adam cuts in. I shake my head turning away from her.

I need her to like me so we can work together to get out of this.

"Harry Styles, this is Arieth Peterson." I glance at her and than look at the floor. "Nice to meet you." I say looking back up at her giving her a small smile. She looks at me and I see her face soften, I get a little feeling that maybe this could work. But she quickly changes her face again and rolls her eyes pushing past me.

I sigh, I thought she would give me a a chance.

I don't know how to make her trust me, but I need her so we can survive.

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