Freya
I dreamt for the first time in forever. It was so realistic I thought it was real.
"Harry don't do this." I whimpered as he cornered me. A single glint in his dark green eyes told me this wasn't good.
"Now, now, cupcake. Don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you....yet." His muscular body shook with a dark chuckle. He somehow took me and threw me over his shoulder like I weighed 10 pounds instead of 110.
I struggled in his grip. People passed by, not noticing a helpless girl screaming. They had blank stares and walked as slow as zombies.
I managed to grab a person and make them face me, but they soon fell limp, falling to their side. A knife was embedded in the side of their skull.
"What did you do to him!" I shrieked as loud as I could.
"You asked for it." He kept on going.
"I didn't ask for anything." My voice cracked. Barely over a whisper.
I jolted upward as I felt something cold touch me, hitting my head on bars above me.
"Shit." I rubbed my forehead. I examined my wrists and ankles, they were cuffed in chains. Just long enough so I could crawl around like a dog.
How embarrassing, but at least I was out of the ropes and duct tape.
"So, I'm in a cage, I'm now cuffed to chains, and I probably have a concussion. Isn't this just a lovely day for me." Sarcasm dripped from every word I spoke.
"Very cheeky, Cupcake." A raspy voice interrupted my moment. Harry had just woken up, his morning voice was very sexy- wait, what am I thinking about? He caged me like an animal. I am certainly not falling for that beast.
I quieted down. Bringing my knees to my chest and resting my head on them.
"I want to go home." I mumbled.
"Don't we all want something?" Harry asked, getting up.
He was shirtless. Damn, those abs...
"Like what you see?" He quirked his eyebrow at me.
"All I see is a monster."
I shouldn't have said that. Now I'm in deep shit.
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Okay so I decided to publish this before I edited it because my computer is too slow, so I'll edit it when I have the patience to wait for it.
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ParanormalFive years ago, a young boy I once knew named Harry Styles went mentally unstable. Insane. Today, He has an unhealthy obsession with me, an obsession so intense he ended up taking me hostage. With the police after him, I don't know how Harry will re...