Stolen

10

I've been 'kidnapped' for about a month now and the guys seem extremely happy that I'm free to walk around and do as I please inside the house. Harry said it's because they have wanted someone new in the house for a long time because they get lonely and/or sick of each other for short periods of time. The guys all treat me really well for kidnappers. The only time I'm not allowed out of the boring room is when they have people over to discuss drugs and money. I hate it when they have them here. Harry tries to make the meetings in other places because he knows it makes me on edge but sometimes the only place to meet is here. I really hate the boring room. I've been thinking of ways to spice it up but I can't think of any. I might try to convince Harry to take me to the bank and get money out. He will probably be uneasy with bringing me out in public. Harry said that he hasn't seen any thing about me being missing. It kinda makes me sad that my dad isn't doing anything to find me. Harry said it's because my dad doesn't want to step foot in a police station to file anything because he doesn't want to get arrested and lose his 'job'. He also said that if he hires someone to find me it puts him in danger and makes him sound soft for wanting his family back. Of course Harry said this less polite than I put it. Harry and I have grown really close, he really is a big teddy bear, behind all of his scars and tattoos. I trying not to fall for him but it's getting harder and harder. He is so close to perfect it isn't even funny. When I woke up today I was in a unfamiliar room. The bed was very big and very comfy the bedset was black, the walls were a army green and men's clothes were covered the desk chair in the corner with a Apple Laptop on it. There was a closet with double doors, a large window that was covered with shades, there was some posters of the Ramones, Queen, The Who, Motley Crue, and some bands I don't the names of. I was brought back out of my thoughts as a body shifted next to me. I jumped up and screamed. I went to run off the bed but someone caught me by my waist and brought me to his warm, bare chest.

"It's just me, love."  I heard the familiar husky voice say

"Harry." I breathed 

"It's okay, love." Harry while his lips were against my forehead 

"I thought someone kidnapped me again." I joked

"I would never let anyone take you from me." Harry said while bring my face up to his.

For a second I thought he was going to kiss me but instead he nuzzled his face into my neck. We laid like that for a hour or so but was brought out of our cuddling session when we heard yelling from downstairs. 

Harry groaned and reluctantly unwrapped our bodies from each other. Harry threw on a shirt and handed me one of his shirts. 

"What's this?" I asked

"A shirt." Harry said with a smirk

"Duh, but why am are making me wear it?" I asked confused

"I don't want the guys to see you wearing what your wearing." Harry said

"What's wrong with this?" I asked looking down at my PJ's

"Too reviling" Harry said simply

"How? Harry this isn't reviling at all." I protested

“Just please put this on?” Harry asked in a pleading voice.

“Whatever.” I sighed and slide on his shirt

“Much better.” Harry said

“It wasn't even that bad.” I mumbled

“Yeah it was .” Harry sighed

“Mhmm.” I said unconvinced

“What do you want for breakfast?” Harry asked

“Breakfast pizza!” I yelled and then proceded to jump on Harry's back