Dangerously {h.s.}

Five

We all stood in the living room for a while and I could feel eyes on me from Louis and Briana, but I kept my eyes locked on Harry's as he did the same to me. His green orbs were intimidating. I tilted my head to see him from another angle. I feel like I've seen him before but I could've been very wrong, he just looks like I've known him my whole entire life.

"Well... Briana and I are going to leave you to it." Louis said as Harry's still made eye contact with me, only letting out a bigger smile to show his teeth. "We'll see you later; don't do anything stupid!" Louis shouted once more before grabbing his brown coat and leaving with Briana in his hand.

So here we are, Harry and I just standing and staring at each other. I wanted to ask him if I've ever met him but I didn't want to break the stare, so I continued to look at Harry and before I knew it, he broke the eye contact and let his eyes roam around my body, leaving me the most self-conscious I've ever felt.

I decided to break the silence. "Do I know you?"

"No." His smirk was suddenly gone now leaving him with a straight face. I shrugged my shoulders and realized what was actually happening here and how I was taking it way too lightly. I was practically kidnapped from my family or at least half of it, as in brother and sister.

"Why did you bring me here?"

"That's a story for another time, Love." He took off his jacket and walked over to the coat rack and placed it on one of the hooks.

"Why?"

"Because it's none of your bloody business." I could hear the patience in his voice running lower as he spoke every word. I don't know why, but I wanted to test him, which is a really bad idea if you put it in perspective.

"Obviously it is if you take me from my town, my friends, my sister, and my brother!" This time I put more anger into my voice to scare him, which didn't work at all.

Harry looked at me in shock, tightening his eyes, like he didn't understand what I just said. He leaned over a little and made a sarcastic face. He eventually opened his eyes and stood up straight. Harry gave me a death glare as he started walking towards me. I backed up with every step closer he came. I knew that eventually my steps would stop because there was definitely a wall there. Soon enough, I felt it. Harry walking closer to me and I just stood there hoping that he would let me go.

Harry walked even closer and I realized he towered over me. He was practically half of a head taller than me. He looked down and tilted his head slightly, so that his mouth was right next to my ear. I felt a hot breath before I heard words being spoken. "Listen Autumn, since you just got here, I will let you go for now. Just know that I don't take attitude and there will be a consequence for it, so I recommend that you don't do such a thing again." He whispered as his body was pressing mine against the wall.

Harry took a few steps back and lifted his head up. "So I have some rules that you must follow or else you will be punished; personally by me. But before we cover the rules, tell me a little bit about yourself." He said with a smile, like nothing just happened.

I took a deep breath and spoke. "Well I'm 17, almost 18 years old on May 23rd and I like to read, I guess." I said hesitantly. Harry just stood there with a smug face before nodding his head.

"Well I'm 22, and I prefer movies over books." He said continuing, "Anyways, you may not leave this house without my permission, do not give me any attitude, always listen to me and do as I say, and last but certainly not least; do not go into any rooms that are shut. Don't ask why either." I thought for a moment about the rules and I tried to recall all of them, but I was cut off again.

"Get it?" Harry asked in annoyance.

"I th-think so." I stuttered our.

"Do you think or do you know?" He rolled his eyes.

"I know." I said reassuring myself.

"Good." He started and turned to walk out of the room.

I mutter under my breath 'asshole' I realized I said it way too loud. I instantly turned my head up to see if he heard.

He stood staring at me with the devil in his eyes. "That's it!" He yelled and sped towards me. Grabbing my wrists tightly and dragging me through the living room and up the stair, I couldn't feel anything but pain in my arm. Once we got to the top of the stairs I could see multiple doors in a hallway, which was more like a corridor. But this was just the first flight of stairs.

If you were to walk through the main entrance you would be open to two staircases. One on the left and one in the right. Harry took me up to the left one.

Once we reached the top of it I noticed all of the doors, there were 5 doors. One of them which was obviously a closet and two open doors. So I could go into those rooms.

I noticed Harry still had a tight grip on my wrist and I could feel a bruise forming. He slammed me against the wooden closet as my hands tried to release from his grip, but it was no use. He shoved my hands above my head and held them there with his left hand. I thought it would be and easier chance of breaking free, but before I could I do anything my neck started burning.

I looked down and saw Harry's hand fixated around my neck tightly. I gazed back up at him as I gasped for air and got a small amount of it. He was staring at me dead in the eyes. All I saw was evil, which wasn't there when I first met him. He was staring deep into my eyes and I got uncomfortable, but it could've been from the fact that I was gasping for air and mentally praying that I don't die right now.

Harry's eyes suddenly moved from my eyes to my lips, still holding tightly. My eyes started to water as he got closer to my mouth. All I could feel was the small amount of hot air that I was trying to breath out. Harry came even closer and brushed his lips against mine as I was choking to death. All that was going through my mind was 'what the fuck? i'm gonna die!'

His lips moved away from mine and slowly to my ear, still trying to catch a breath and struggling under his grip. He whispered in my ear and I could barely hear him, due to my loud gasps. "I told you not to give me attitude, Autumn. I'll also inform you in some information about me. I'm twenty-two and a musician." He paused to breath slowly, practically rubbing it in my face that his lungs were filled. "I also hate it when girls misbehave." He said the last part more sensual than abusive. He squeezed my neck tighter and I felt his fingers dig into my skin more. He quickly released and glanced at my eyes once more before he strutted down the stairs and off to some unknown place.

With that, he left me there in confusion, gasping for air.