Stalker (Harry Styles)

C h a p t e r T w e n t y F o u r

Sorry if this chapter is bad, I've had a lot going on but I hope its not too bad though :) :(

>>This chapter contains sexual references <<

I have no idea how long it's been. How long I've been sat in this position for, how long I've been without food or water, or how long it's been without daylight. I'm just physically and mentally drained. Nothing has been done to me as of yet and I hope nothing never will happen to me. I lick my chapped and split lips which shows it's been at least 2 days since have no fluid of some form.

I hear the sound of mechanism in the lock turn and clank as the key is turned in the lock. I lift my head up which is hard at the moment, and stare in anticipation of who it could be. It'll either be Josh or Lucas; the hooded guy. Which I haven't seen much of. The door creaks open slightly as the familiar of the brown hair enters the room, followed by that fucking smirk.

I roll my eyes, shifting in my position on the hard concreate floor that is very, very uncomfortable. He stalks over while carrying something in his hands. I can't make out what he is carrying though, my vision is blurred from the lack of sleep, food, water and energy.

As he comes more into view I notice he's carrying a cup of what looks like Coke and in the other hand a small plate which has a sandwich on it. He stops just in front of me. He clears his throat meaning he wants my attention. I look up to see him smile brightly, which confuses me. Why would he be nice now? After everything that has gone on so far?

He crouches down placing the food and drink out of reach for both of us. He kneels in front of me. He stares at me with those brown eyes, it's like he's trying to read me. I stare back just as inquisitive. His hand reaches up to touch my cheek which makes me flinch from him. He lets out a chuckle 'I said you need to stop flinching away from me, Harry.' He scolds me.

'I don't know what you're capable of.' I mumble. He grins widely nodding his head, removing his hand from my cheek 'there you go. Finally learning.' He stands up again walking over towards the bed, lifting up the mattress and grabbing something. My heart starts to race. What's he grabbing? And why is it under the mattress? He holds it up, stalking back over towards me waving a knife in my direction. 'If only you were smart enough. You would've known there would be a weapon in here. Or at least something that could've set you free.'

'What you gonna do kill me?' I ask raising a brow at him. Part of me wishing he would. I just want to get out of here whether it'll be alive or dead. He looks directly at me, an evil grin taking over his face as he brings the blade to my neck. As the cold blade comes in contact with my skin, it feels as though this is it, this is finally happening. I close my eyes waiting for it to softly brush against my skin.

I hear him chuckle and starting to laugh. I open my eyes confused. Why is he laughing? 'That's too easy. I'd rather have some fun with you.' He walks around to the right side of me and crouches down, pushing me forward slightly. 'Now, if you do anything stupid. I will kill you without a blink of an eye. Got it?' He snarls in a serious tone.

I glance over my shoulder, to come in view of the blade. I look at the blade then at him before nodding my head. 'Good.' I feel him bring the knife close to my shoulder, dragging the blade down my arm slowly towards my tied hands. He puts the knife between my hands as he tugs hard, which hurts but relief washes over my face, as blood starts to flow back into my hands which cause them to throb slightly.

He stands back up straight keeping the knife in his hand. Staring at me for a moment while I start to move slightly. I try to stand up but collapse onto the floor, my hands smacking against the floor. I roll over onto my front which is really hard and hurts badly. My legs are numb from sitting down in the same position for however long. Once the tingling feeling passes I start to feel my legs ache, this gives me a chance to sit forward on my knees.