Scarlet's POV
I'm on my way to my friend's house, Charlotte. I drove past my school before and the memories were brought back. I had a crush on a boy in highschool, I never had the chance to ask his name. He doesn't have any friends and I barely hear his voice. He always got bullied by Zack who is my boyfriend now. I would always be there to protect him but He doesn't seem to notice it. He just walks away like nothing happened. He was not scared of getting hurt or something. He was a one weird boy and I don't even know why I had a crush on him. I don't know where he is now but nevermind, He doesn't feel the same way as I do.
I arrived at Charlotte's house and saw a lot of cars parked around her house. I can't find any space for my car so I drove a little far to her house.
I went out of my car and started walking. The street lights were blinking on and off so I walk fast. I feel like someone's following me. I looked back and saw a shadow hiding behind one of the street lights. I just stared at it for a second My heart started beating fast and I had goosebumps. I pound a couple of times on charlotte's door and she finally opened it.
"Why do you look so scared?" She asked.
"Nothing. I just thought that I would be late for the party" I said.
"What a lame excuse you have, Come in" She said.
I went inside and saw alot of people dancing and drinking everywhere. I went to the kitchen to grab myself a drink. I put the beer into a cup and sip my drink but someone pulled me by the waist so I dropped my cup.
"You scared the crap out of me!" I shouted.
"I didn't mean to scare you, Babe" Zack said while kissing me on the lips.
"Don't ever do that again" I said.
"Only if we go upstairs" He said.
"No" I said.
"C'mon Babe, We'll have so much fun" He said while pouting.
"I said No" I said.
"Fine, I'll be playing beer pongs with my friends in the living room. If you wanna play with us, then you can" He said.
"Okay" I said.
I opened the fridge and grab another cup of beer. I went to the living room and watch them play beer pongs.
"Why don't you ask your girl to play with us?" His friend asked.
"Do you wanna join us?" Zack asked.
"Okay" I said. They introduced themselves and We started playing.
I played beer pongs with them for the next few hours and I drank 5 cups of beer. I quit and sit on the couch. I need some air because I'm so drunk so I went outside and walk.
I felt someone pulled me by the waist and whispered "Babe".
"I told you not to ever do that again" I said and when I turn around, It was a different person. He was the one who kept following me. I was about to scream but He covered my mouth.
"I won't hurt you, If you just follow what I say" He said and I nodded
"First, Don't scream" He said and I nodded again. He uncovered my mouth with his hand.
"Hold my hand" He said. I intertwined my fingers with his. Why would he even ask me to hold his hand?
I don't want to run, He might hurt me or something. I wanna scream on top of my lungs but I can't. I just stood there, Immobile and speechless.
"Now walk towards that car" He said while pointing at a black car.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked
"Don't ask questions" He said so I just shut my mouth.
He opened the door of the car so I went inside and He did the same thing. I wanna ask a lot of questions to him right now.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"Scarlet" I said.
"I'm Harry" He said.
"What do you want from me? Please just take me back"
"I want nothing"
"So why are you doing this?" I asked.
"I told you to stop asking questions"
"Okay But this would be the last. Where are we going?"
"At my House" He said.
"Why?" I asked.
"You told me it would be the last"
"Fine" I said.
After an hour, He parked his car infront of a large mansion. Harry unlocked the door and pulled me inside. I saw 4 girls in the living room and They were all messy and noisy. I look at Harry and He was all red.
"Kiss me now" He said. What The fuck.
"What? Why?"
"Just kiss me" He said.
He cupped my cheeks with both of his hands and I pressed his lips against his.
"Girls! Go to your room. We have to talk" He said. They went to their rooms and I just sat on the couch in the living room.
After a few minutes, Harry came back and pulled me upstairs and into a room.
"Why are we in here?" I asked.
"You sleep here" He said.
I nodded and Thank him. Why the fuck did I even Thank him? I should be mad at him but maybe it was the alcohol that's making me do nothing and just follow him. I lay on the bed and close my eyes. I tried to sleep but questions starts to flood my mind. Why is he doing this? Why me? Is he Okay? Why would he want to kiss me? Why would he tell me to hold his hand? Why is he like this? Who is he? Who are those girls? What does he want from me?
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Stockholm Syndrome
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