Struggle. { 1D }

Kidnapped pt 2

•Harper•

I awoke to the smell of fresh paint and boy, not the nasty boy smell but the smell of cologne. It didn't smell like fresh cologne either, more like cologne that had been worn for a while, and damn did it smell good. My room doesn't smell like this, my room isn't this bright either. I sit up in this strange bed quickly, still not opening my eyes because of the bright room. After a few seconds I slowly open my eyes. Only to see that I am in a huge black and white room, in a huge black bed, surrounded by two huge sets of floor length windows. Damn this room was huge!

I quickly scramble out of the, unfamiliar, black bed. As I take a good look around, I can assume this is a boys room. I mean, the whole floor is covered with clothes! Of course I guess a girl could keep her room untidy like this but it's guy clothes on the ground.

I take a breath in through my nose, and realize the paint smell again. I might as well go check it out right? I don't have much to loose, being as I'm in a strange bedroom in a strange house.

Wait....

All the events from yesterday, the concert, going backstage, Layla, go through my mind. The sudden realization brings a few tears to my eyes, but I wipe them away knowing I have to be strong for Layla.

I struggle making my way through the filth. It's not that it's that bad, I'm just very clumsy and tend to trip over my own feet a lot.

"God bless" I curse under my breath as I finally make my way halfway across the room, to in front of the bed. I take a good look around the room and try to decipher who's room I'm in. I have a good guess that it's Harry's, since there are bandanas on every table in sight.

OHMYGODHARPER. I swear there is something wrong with me. Here I am kidnapped by a famous boy band who are demons and I'm worried about who's room I'm in. Ok, makes sense.

I make my way to the door, walking much easier now, because it seems he only throws his clothes on the left side of the bed.

When I finally make it to the door I grab the doorknob and slowly turn it. As soon as there is enough space for me to fit my head through, I stick my head out and look around out there. Suddenly, I'm over whelmed with the paint smell. I decide that I might as well go out there, being as everything looked normal.

I take a big breath and step out into the big hallway. I notice there are five closed doors through the hallway, counting the one I just walked out of, but the one that grabs my attention is the sixth door that's open. As I get a closer look I notice that it's not a door at all, it's just a doorway leading to stairs. I peer up the stairs curiosity taking over. I start to take a step to go up the stairs when a very hyper, not to mention paint covered, Louis comes bounding down the stairs.

"Hey love, why don't you go get some breakfast, or should I say lunch, before you come up here, yeah?" Louis questions perkily,"Harry and Niall should be down in the kitchen fixing you food," I flinch back from his perkiness, given the situation we're in. I take a step back and examine him, wondering why he has splotches of paint on his body.

"Well, why don't you fuck off, okay?" I spit back at him while flipping him off and walking backwards to the other staircase in this hallway. From the frown on his face I could tell that I broke though his happy little shell. But, when he turned around, to go back upstairs, I swear I could see a tiny smirk on his face.

I decided to hurry up and get downstairs because I was starving. As I make my way down the stairs I hear the famous Horan laugh, that used to be one of my favorite things. If I follow it I will probably find the kitchen.

This turns to be true when I walk past this beautiful white brick wall, into this perfect kitchen. I look around and see that the cabinets match the dark walnut flooring that trails through the house. The kitchen is open to the big living room that has a huge white U shaped sectional. It is sat on a big dark blue area rug that matches the sky through the floor length windows on the patio doors.