//Left Handed//1D Fic

12<Teenagers>

//They're gonna clean up your looks with all the lies in the books to make a citizen out of you//

I'm so angry to be rewriting this since wattpad deleted this chap... Anyways Enjoy the much worse, rushed, error filled re-written chap.

Dedicated to xtina136 for motivating me to try again💙 I love you

Please excuse the pig tendencies of some of my characters *cough* *cough*

I've almost completely been silent after Harry promised what he had said. Although he and Niall have talked to me or about me in private conversations, not a word was permitted out my mouth. Not as we drove to the house and not as we entered the house.

During what they called breakfast(which was really just tasteless eggs and water), I didn't want to eat. I suspected it'd be poisoned, but Harry wound up force feeding. After the gagging, discomfort, and embarrassment from this event, I hoped that it was.

Even now, I was being treated badly just because they knew they had the power to do it. Not they, Harry. He'd locked me up in his room for maybe about two hours now as if I was some Rapunzel and told me to "Think about how I played myself" But it was stupid, and I refused to think about that. I knew I did already. Not only that, but I was made to sit on the floor by the door for disrespecting him.

I hardly understood his logic and method. Keeping me up here was nothing but torture because I obviously wouldn't let a single slick word fall from my mouth. He knew that I knew I'd messed up, but he didn't care.

According to him, he and Liam were the ones who brought them together, so the boys would all support Harry's decisions. Also he told me that I should "really watch it" because if there was anybody that could claim me as theirs, it was him. He told me that if he were to do that, my daily life would be whatever he planned to do tonight. I wasn't sure if I should have been phased by his words but I wasn't. I was already fearful and regretful to the highest extent, there was no changing that.

I sighed as I fell onto my back on his bed, stupid I know. But my áss was growing fairly uncomfortable on that floor and this room was already as uncomfortable as it gets looks-wise.

For starters, his curtains. They were of dark red satin, resembling dark cold blood. Light could hardly pass through so the room was fairly dark. Don't misinterpret this, there was light in his room, everything was visible. But there was this red tint in the room that sort of scared me, and not enough natural light considering the time of day it was.

Next was his queen sized bed. Made up perfectly with sheets to match the curtains, he had white pillows and a headboard post with many scratches and scuffs on the surface. As if this wasn't scary enough, he had two black dressers on either side of the bed.

The one on the right wasn't too bad. It had two drawers and ontop of it was an all grey lamp with a satin grey hood and about 6 of the exact same cologne, lined up in two rows of three.

Despite the strange organization of this one, his next dresser was a bit messy. This one had a squard glass tray with gold trim. Within this tray was change, condòms, a dime sized bag of weed, a few pens, and a pair of handcuffs.

I didn't like the vibe of his room all too much. His closet was ajar, but of course its contents were practically invisible. I wouldn't look either. My curiosity would just have go be satisfied with the pair of pants atop and the three belts.

" This is some bùll" I roll onto my side in frustration. Among the issue of being kidnapped, I had to be treated like shìt too?! Nobody deserved this. No one.