bella [harry styles] a.u

Chapter 5

AnnaBelle

"I have a surprise for you." Harry whispered to me in the dark bedroom. I had been laying still, trapped in Harry's arms, for what felt like hours as all sunlight vanished from the room. Harry would randomly kiss certain areas of my body or play with the lace of my underwear every so often, but it never escalated further, much to my relief. "I want to show you something, but I'm going to have to take the chain off to do so, do you promise not to try to run or do something rash?"

I nodded my head vigorously, trying to sit up with excitement that maybe, just maybe I'll be able to escape.

"All of the windows are double bolted from the outside, along with the front door, all locked and the only way to open it is with a key." I didn't know why Harry was telling me this, probably so I wouldn't attempt to escape, but he'd be stupid to believe I'd never attempt it.

Harry kissed my cheek before leaving the room and returning with a key. He gripped my left ankle and I breathed a sigh of relief when it was released from it's restraint, I no longer being completely trapped.

I brought my knees up to my chest for warmth, noticing the large amount of hickeys on my inner thighs and shivering more than ever before.

I yelped when Harry picked me up from the bed and scooped me up into his arms, my much smaller body cradled in his arms as he seemed to be taking me somewhere, probably to the so-called surprise.

"You're going to love it." Harry insisted and I shuddered when I realized one of his hands were blatantly on my bum, while the other rested against the back of the bra I was wearing. I was sort of shocked how Harry hadn't tried to do anything totally intense with me, especially since I was basically half naked in front of him for at least two hours. There's obviously something not right with him, beside the fact he killed so many people and kidnapped me.

"Hold on to my neck." Harry insisted when we stopped in front of a door. I hesitantly did so, knowing I'd fall if I didn't, and I really wasn't planning on falling on the hardwood floor. One of Harry's long arms brought me closer to his chest as he released the one on my back and brought it to the door knob, twisting it and pushing the door open.

"I really hope you like it." Harry kissed my cheek, bringing his mouth to one of my ears to speak. His hand returned on my back as he began to lightly nibble on my ear, one I noticed I wasn't wearing any earrings on anymore. When we stepped further into the room, I realized I was placed on a bed, not just any bed, but the very exact bed as the one I have at home, right down to the blankets and all.

"What is this?" I choked out, not feeling happy or excited, mainly disturbed.

"It's your bedroom, like the one at your former home."

I shook my head, noticing how the white carpet had no stains, just like my own and how everything looked so untouched. Pictures of my parents and Alex and my grandma were in frames along my desk, practically in the same spot as in my actual bedroom. The purple walls were the exact same shade, the window in the same place as my own. This all felt so freaky and real.

"Of course you'll be sleeping in my bed, with me, but I thought it'd be nice if you still had your own room." No, no, no, no. This isn't right, none of this is right.

Tears leaked out of my eyes as I tried to figure out how Harry knew exactly what my room was like and how he got it all so perfect down to what books are in the bookshelf above my desk.

"How? Why?" I cried, realizing I was still in Harry's lap and scooting away. He looked like he wanted to tell me something, but fought against it and shook his head, kissing me on the forehead before getting up to leave.