Drugged h.s. AU

Jaw Dropping

What is he doing?

He kept swaying his hips in front of me. He smirked at me, while looking me straight in the eyes. He grabbed the button on his pants undoing them. He pushed them down his legs slowly. Wow, someone needs to see the sun, or a can of fake tan. I mean, them white legs though. He kicked the pants to the side, and grabbed the elastic part of his boxer briefs. His smirked got wider, and a mischevious look came upon his face.

He dropped his boxers to the floor and kicked them away too. I covered my eyes. The only other guy I've seen naked was Niall, and I wasn't about to let Harry be the second. I heard his footsteps get closer, and I held my breath, I felt his breath on the top of my head. Hid hands grbbed my wrists, and pulled my hands away from my eyes. I looked into his eyes, and he dipped his head down and captured my lips in a kiss. To say I was in shock was an understatement. My eyes were bulging out of my head. He backed away, and I stood up out of the water. I looked at him like he was a crazy person, he smirked, now my blood is boiling.

I pulled my hand back, and smacked him with all the force I could muster up. He hit the cold tile with a *thud* I quickly made my way out of the tub, and ran out of the bathroom. I didn't grab a towel or nothing, I ran for my life. This is make or break. I rushed out of his bedroom and down the stairs. I didn't know where I was going. I heard footsteps upstairs slowly walking, as if he was hoping I would run. As if he knew that I didn't forget my life. "Isabelle, where are you?" His voice rang through the house. Hot tears ran down my face, my chocolate brown hair sticking to my face.

I opened a door under the staircase, it held trench coats, I grabbed one and wrapped it around my naked body. I ran to the kitchen grabbing a knife. I was getting out of here, now. There was a set od french doors at the end of the kitchen, I tried to open them but they were locked. I could here him getting closer. I grabbed the granite cutting board, and smashed the glass from the door. I turned my head making sure none of it got in my eyes. I ran out the door, feeling a sharp pain in my feet. I had no time to think about that., I have to get out, I have to leave. Niall, my family, everyone is probably looking for me. "Isabelle!" I heard him yell my name. I wasn't turning around, nope, not today. I kept going. I hopped over the gate, and ran down the street. Freedom. Is thisa what it feels like?

I heard something behind me, but it wasn't footsteps. It was a car. I turned, the windows were tinted, maybe they could help? What if its Harry? I kept going as fast as my feet could take me. The pain in my feet kept increasing by the moment, and my head was begining to become fuzzy. No, I will not be one of those girls in those stories where they faint all the time. Fuck no. I'm stronger than that. I felt a pain in my side, and  I hit the ground, my body jolting. I was being tazed? SERIOUSLY? On all the days, today had to be the day. I fell limp, but I still wasn't giving up. I'm a fighter. I tried to push myself up off the ground, but something, no someone was pushing me back down.

I looked into the now black eyes of Harry. He didn't look happy at all. I can relate. "Goodnight." That was all I heard before I blacked out.

I opened my eyes, lights blinding me. "I'm glad your up." I heard Harry call. He sounded quite chipper. I started to reach down to rub my eyes when I realized I was cuffed. I lifted my head up so I could see him. He was at the bottom of the bed holding one of my feet. "What are you doing?!?" I yelled. I have a right to yell now, stupid bastard. "Hush, I'm getting the glass out of your feet, stop moving." His voice so deep, dark, demanding. "So, since you tried to run I'm guessig you remember your life, and all that jazz. If you think I'm letting you go you're dead wrong. Now, as for your punishment, because all naughty girls get punished, I was thinking along the lines of some very harsh things. I won't bother you with the gory details, but I decided that was a bit too harsh. So, since this is your first offence. I'll let you choose, if it sounds reasonable. So, lets consider some things. You slapped me, busted my door, and 'tried' to run away. So, what do you say?" I looked at him as if he were crazy, no he is crazy.

"You deserved everything that came to you, so lets not play the blame game. Because trust me, I would win." I told him, with my confidence strong. He looked at me in disappointment. "Nope, wrong answer, 50 licks with the strap it is." He said as he got up and left without another word. Oh, no

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