Chapter 26:
"Come on Rosie! Let's go to Starbucks or something. You've been cooped up in the flat for nearly a week!" Harry complained.
I was that scared. I've been hiding in the flat and not leaving. I made Niall get me takeout food which pretty much consisted of Nando's every day...not that I'm complaining. I entertained myself by watching TV, teasing the boys, and just going on the internet.
I pretty much did anything so I didn't have to leave.
I still haven't told Harry what had happened either.
He didn't ask.
I didn't tell.
"What if I like staying in the flat?" I asked. Well, honestly, I was getting a little stir-crazy. I just needed to get out but I'm terrified. All week I've been getting the texts. I pretty much wanted to pee myself every time I heard my phone vibrate.
There was one time two days ago that I dropped my IPhone in the toilet when it vibrated in my hands. I was about to put it down on the bathroom counter, but instead, it broke.
I made Louis go buy me a new phone because I didn't want to go. He thought I was being lazy, but that really wasn't the truth.
"Rosie, you hate it. You've been fidgeting for the past two days." Harry pointed out.
"No I haven't." I argued. "I'm perfectly fine."
"You hate it. Come on, let's just get one cup of coffee at Starbucks." Harry begged.
"Why don't we make coffee here? Saves money." I shrugged, making my way to the kitchen to make Harry some coffee if he really wanted some that badly.
"ROSIE COME ON!" He screamed.
"Or would you prefer a latter? Because I can't make that." I said. Harry shook his head and before I could protest, he threw me over his shoulder and grabbed his car keys. "What the hell Harry? Put me down!"
"Nope, you're coming with me!" He said. If I wasn't looking at his butt, I'd probably be seeing a cheeky grin plastered onto his face.
"God dammit no! I look like a hobo!" I said. It was true. I had a pair of ripped and faded shorts on with a baggy t-shirt with One Direction on it.
God only knows how I got my hands onto it.
"No you look beautiful. Let's go." Harry said.
"I'm not even wearing shoes!" I said.
Harry bent down and I felt something being slipped onto my feet. I turned my head as far back as it could go and saw my feet were in a pair of oversized flip flops. Most likely Harry's.
I groaned. "I don't wanna go." I said.
"Please."
"NO! Now put me down!"
"No." Harry chirped. Dammit. I sighed in defeat and let my body relax. It was a really awkward position for me. My stomach was on Harry's shoulder and the upper part of my body was at his back which meant I had a perfect view of Harry's ass.
I felt myself being placed in a car. Finally. I turned and tried to open the door and escape like planned. It was locked.
Then I heard a click it unlocked and Harry slid in. I glared at him and tried to open the door again. It clicked and was locked. "GOD DAMMIT JUST LET ME OUT!" I shrieked.
"What's the problem babe? You don't like spending time with me?" He pouted. "But seriously, what's the big deal?"
"I have issues." I said and crossed my arms.
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