Harry Styles Imagines

Kidnapped

Y/n P.O.V.

Tonight I had to work a shift at the cafe. So, now I'm currently walking home at four in the morning while it's pitch black outside.

I only live a couple blocks away from the cafe so I don't have to walk for a long time. It's still creepy though because in situations like this people usually get kidnapped.

Okay I should seriously stop watching the news. My thoughts are interrupted by the sounds of leaves rustling.

I quickly turn around to see that no one is behind me. Hm, that was weird I think to myself.

As I was about to turn the corner, I felt someone grab my wrist and pull me into their chest.

Before I could react, a white cloth was pressed to my face.

"Shh, shh, it's okay," a heard a deep voice say. "We'll finally be together."

Then everything went black.

...

I wake up in my comfy bed. As I was pulling the sheets up, I noticed that they weren't my sheets.

Slowly, everything that happened last night began to piece together.

I quickly jump off the bed. I was relieved when I realized I was the only one who was in the bed.

I turn around to get a better view of the room. It's a pretty spacey room with everything a bedroom includes.(Sorry for my shitty excuse of describing a bedroom)

I see a door on the left side of the room and run towards it.
When I open the door I'm met by a dark hallway. It must still be early morning.

At the end of the hallway, I see a door cracked open with light pouring out of it. That must be where my captor is. Maybe I have a chance of escaping.

I tip toe towards the stairs and start walking down the stairs. Of course since life hates me, every step I went down creaked. Every creak louder than the last.

Then I hear a familiar voice get louder the closer it gets. "Princess, is that you?"

I froze in my place and turned towards where the voice was coming from.

"Marcy?" I ask in confusion towards the man standing at the top of the stairs.

Flashback

"Babe, when can I take this blindfold off?" I ask my boyfriend, Marcel, in a whiney tone.

"When I tell you to," he replied back. I noticed that he let go of me and it was unusually quiet.

"Babe-," I'm cut off by Marcel's voice.

"Okay, you can take it off now." I take the blindfold off and my mouth immediately opens.

I see that we're at the top of the bleachers by the football field and that my boyfriend is down on one knee with a box of chocolates and a bouquet of my favorite flowers, lilies.

But that's not the thing I'm focused on right now. Behind him I see the word 'prom' in capital letters with a question mark. The things is that there's people who were used to spell the word.(and no they weren't dead)

"Will you go to prom with me?" He asks holding the chocolates and the flowers out.

"Yes," I say grabbing the flowers and chocolates then pulling him into a hug.

"Yes I'll go to prom with you."

End of flashback

"It's me princess," he says descending the stairs.

I start to back away from him. He broke my heart. After prom, I swore I would never fall in love again.

"Don't you fucking come anywhere near me," I said tears brimming my eyes as the memories replay in my head.

He doesn't listen and keeps walking towards me. When he reaches me, he touches my cheek, wiping away the tears.

"Shh, no you're too beautiful to cry," he says looking me in the eyes. I quickly look away and take a few steps back.

"Why am I here?" I ask rather harshly. "So we can take off where we left off," he says walking towards me again.

"What? You think after what you did, you can just easily be forgiven. No, that's not how it's gonna work." I say anger filling my voice.

" Well dear, you don't have much of a choice," he said calmly. "You're mine now, and you'll do as I say."

"You do not own me," I say angrily. "I'm not a fucking object."

"Love, I would watch your tone when talking to me," he said gritting his teeth.

"I can talk to you however I please," I notice his jaw clench while I say this. "Whether I say it or not, you're still fucking cr-," I didn't get to finish because I felt I sting in my left cheek.

He slapped me. I bring my hand up to my cheek and wince at the pain. I look at Marcel and he's looking at me with angry eyes. Without warning he grabs me by my hair and drags me towards a door close to the kitchen.

He opens the door and let's go of my hair causing me to fall down the stairs.

"When you realize that you are mine and mine only, then you can come up," he says and closes the door.

Soon everything gets blurry from the tears threatening to spill. I just lay there, at the bottom of the steps and eventually cry myself to sleep.

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