Weirdo //h.s. [Editing]

[4] Scared✔

EDITED

Sydney

I feel my eyes slowly open, trying to adjust to the dimly lit room. Once my eyes open I realize I don't recognize the room I'm in and I immediately start to panic. Flashes of what happened fill my mind and I start to remember what has taken place. I need to get out of here, wherever this place is.

I look around, noticing it's a bedroom. Who's bedroom is the question. I sit up on the bed I'm in, wondering why exactly I am here and where the man that took me is. I hear a creak and I snap my head over to the door, seeing the man slowly opening it up. Once he is inside, I get a full view of him. He gives me an almost kind smile and slowly approaches me. He isn't wearing the usual outfit I had seen him in while he had been following me, now he is wearing a black t-shirt with no hoodie and no beanie. I can actually see his eyes, piercing green. Chocolate brown curls swept back perfectly. It may be weird to say but the man who kidnaped me is actually attractive.

"Hey, beautiful," he smiles and crawls close to me on the bed. My first instinct is to move further away but he wraps his arm around my waist, preventing me from doing so. I hate the fact that this stranger just called me beautiful and he also happens to be the one who abducted me but I want to stay as nice as possible, at least long enough to figure out why I'm here.

"Hi," I whisper, not knowing what else to say. This terrifies me. I don't know who he is or what he wants. I don't know why I am here or why he took me. I don't know anything and that terrifies me.

"How are you, baby girl?" He asks sweetly. For someone who forced me to be here while I was unconscious, he sure is being nice. I try to ignore the fact the the just called me 'baby girl'.

"I've been better," I choose not to lie. You would think he would sense my discomfort but it doesn't seem to faze him.

"How was your rest, Sydney?" He asks. How the hell does he know my name? I've never spoken a word to him before now and my name was not one of them.

"H-how do y-you know my name?" I start to stutter, suddenly. The fact that he knows my name terrifies me even more.

"I know things, baby," he tells me and looks deeply into my eyes as if he is trying to read my thoughts.

"W-who are you?" I ask him as nicely as possible. He's smiles at me kindly before answering.

"I'm Harry," he tells me. "Harry Styles." Wow, he is stupid enough to give me his last name. He better hope for his sake that I don't get out of here.

"Why am I here?" My stuttering stops again, somehow finding more confidence.

"Because I want you to be," he shrugs. "I've seen you watching me watch you, I know you know I have been," he tells me.

"Why have you been watching me? You know, it really frightened me," I tell him but somehow I know he already knew that.

"I know that, baby, but I couldn't help it. I loved watching you around town, when you were with your friends or by yourself. You are just so beautiful and... and perfect," he tells me. That is the freaking creepiest thing I have ever heard anyone say.

"B-but why? Why did you like... stalk me?" I start to stutter again.

"Because I saw you downtown one day in the coffee shop, you were with your friends," he pauses. That day, the first day I saw him. "I saw you and I thought that you were the prettiest girl I have ever seen, and believe me you are. I needed to know you," he shrugs his shoulders like it's the most normal thing ever.

"Why didn't you just come talk to me then? You didn't have to follow me, you know," I tell him.

"Yeah, but, I would have talked to you and then we would have parted ways. I didn't want that to happen, I wanted to stay with you," he tells me.