Bad Blood

Hunger.

It's been two hours. I'm starving I could literally here my stomach growls echo the room. Each time I try to free myself from the handcuff it doesn't work. I finally give up and take in my surroundings since I had nothing to do, also because I was going to be here for a while. Then from the corner of my eyes I saw a shiny piece of metal, It was where Harry was standing, as I tried to reach for it with my hand it was no use, it was to far away. I shifted a little bit, and tried to reach for it with my leg, I was so close only a few meters away, then finally I got a hold of it under my boot. My foot dragged the key towards me. As soon as I got it I released myself from the handcuff and hid the key in a crack that is split by the staircase.

I start wandering around the basement there wasn't anything odd, well only the stripper pole rather than that it looked completely normal.

I sat down on a beanbag chair that was purple. I saw a tv, I couldn't resist so I turned it in before I did that I made sure the volume was low. When I turned it on I immediately regretted it. The first thing that popped up was porn. Not that I never watched it before, my friends made me watch it during a sleep over. That day was 'amazing,'

I quickly changed the channel and started watching How I Met Your Mother. I was so into it that I didn't hear Harry coming downstairs until I felt a hand grab my shoulder.

"What the fuck? How did you get out!" He screamed.

"Next time you should probably remember your key." I scuffed.

"Don't talk back to me." He growled

"I can if I want, you can't do anything about it." I snapped back.

"You think that I can't, I could take you in right now if I wanted to." He spat.

"Then do it, I don't care. Either way I'm just part of a game. You'll fuck me then pass me around to your so called friends, then you'll let me go and forget about me." I recall.

"You're so annoying, can you shut up for five minutes." He growled.

"No I can't actually." I informed him.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me upstairs to the kitchen.

"If I let you go will I be able to trust you enough that you won't try to run off?" he asked

Why would he want to trust me? Then I look behind him a plate full of pasta, and some bread rolls. I hear my stomach rumble, so I guess I have no choice.

"Yea, whatever I promise I won't."

As I say it he lets go of my arm and tells me to take a seat on the island table. He hands me the plate of pasta, I just look at it.

"What, I didn't put poison on it." He adds.

I continue staring at him.

"Do you want mine?" The corner of his mouth turns to a small smirk.

"No I want you to take a bite of mine so I can make sure you didn't put anything in it." I say

"Okay," He rolls his eyes.

I pick up my fork and grab a fork full of pasta and guide it to Harry's mouth. He stares at it before opening his mouth, and begins chewing. I swear when I fed it to him I felt different, I felt something in my stomach I don't know what, my heart started beating faster when his lips connected with the fork.

"There are you happy it's totally safe." He laughs a bit.

"Okay." I say before eating.

When I put the fork in my mouth I tasted a hint of mint, which can possibly be that, that's how Harry's mouth tastes like.

I soon finish and push my plate in front of me.

Harry keeps staring at me without saying a word, which makes me feel uncomfortable. 

"Okay, one condition alright. If you promise not to leave this house I'll let you walk around without being handcuffed, but I have to follow you." Harry says

I think about it for a bit. Should I really trust him like seriously he is bad I bet his blood is bad too so I'm not sure. If I try to escape, things would only get worse. If I'm not handcuffed I'll be able to relax, well kinda relax.

"Fine, but I need to shower first." I remark.

"Then I have to go with you. Not in the shower but I'll be sitting on the toilet. I can't bare to lose you right before I fuck you." Harry says.

"Whatever, and you call me annoying." I mumble as he leads me to the bathroom.

He sits on the toilet with the lid down.

"Hello I gotta get naked." I say

"Yea, I know go ahead. I'm going to look at your body either way." He says.

I roll my eyes at him, and start getting undressed. The good thing is that I decided to wear my Victoria Secret underwear and bra.

When I was just in my bra and underwear I looked at Harry and his eyes widened, soon he began to cough.

"You alright there?" I ask, still in my panties and bra.

"Yeah, just hurry up and shower." He replies.

I step into the shower with my bra and underwear. I remove them, and threw it at Harry, I aimed for my clothes but since I wasn't looking I heard Harry gasp so I thought it hit him instead.

When I started washing my body I hurd Harry say 'here' and handed me a razor.

"Why a razor?" I asked in confusion.

"I don't want a hairy vagina." He said and laughed.

I took it and started shaving my legs and stuff.

When I was done I grabbed the towel and wrapped my body around it before stepping out. Harry was grabbing my bra and panties.

"Why are you holding them?" I asked

He looked at his hands and was just as surprised as I was.

"I didn't know I'm sorry." he said

"Can I change, alone...?"

"Nope." He said quickly.

"I don't like you." I gave him a death glare.

I took of my towel leaving me exposed and started putting on my bra and underwear.

~Harry's POV

Wow, Eliza's body is perfect, her curves are perfect, everything is perfect. I was just playing around that I couldn't leave the bathroom while she changed but she actually believed me and started changing in front of me. As soon as I saw her I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

"Stop staring its rude." She said before leaving the bathroom. I guess I didn't notice she was done.

"Where are you going." I ask following her out the door.

"Where do you think."

"Uhh... My bed because you want to get started early." I scuff

"You're disgusting. If you think I'm really going to have sex with you, think again because I'm not. Like i said before I would rather fuck Zayn than you." She reminded me. I hate those words. Why would she want him and not me I don't understand. What does he have that I don't.

"Sure you do I know you want all this." I run my hands over my body.

"In your dreams curly fry."

"Ha, nice one, now get ready." I say not even sure if I actually want her now or not. God maybe I should keep her all to myself, tell the guys I hate them or something.