Chapter 3
"What's your name?"
"Harry, Harry Styles."
His name is Harry, for a creep, that's not a very creepy name. I would think something along the lines of Edgar, or Albert. But, no, Harry. God, why couldn't he have a creepy name? Why a name a model would have? Jesus.
I sat and watched as he took his good time making food. I could've made like twenty peanut butter and jelly sandwiches by now, and eaten them all by myself. But, the smell of the food was worship worthy. Let me tell you. Wait. What if he's drugging the food or something? I can't eat now. But, why would he drug me again? I guess I'll soon find out because he sat the bowl of steaming soup in front of me, and my mouth watered. "Potato soup. I know it's your favorite." He smiled.
He sat down next to me, watching me eat out of the corner of his eye. I could see him, I'm not blind I have 20/20 vision. Well, this kind of proves he's creepy. Like, don't stare at me, while I'm eating. It's weird. It was eating me alive not knowing what he wanted to say.
"What?" I asked. "Nothing, I just can't believe-" He didn't finish his sentence. "Believe what?" Instead of answering or even acknowledging what I had said he stood up and left. I watched as he stormed out the door, walking away. What did I do? I stared at my now empty bowl, thinking of what I should do. But, nothing came to mind.
I looked out the window over top of the sink, it was dark now. I stood walking out of the kitchen, and into the living room, I think. I sat on the couch. I haven't seen Harry since he stormed away. I could walk out the front door, but not now. I had a feeling he was near. So, I curled up into a ball on the sofa, and fell asleep.
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Drugged h.s. AU
Teen FictionI stared at the emerald eyed boy who told me I had fell into a coma, and shouldn't remember a thing. I was to scared to correct him, and tell him I didn't forget a thing. His breath was hot on my neck, heavy. "I'm so glad your back, and safe." Back...
