You Can Call It Love [H.S]

Chapter 5

"And I told you to be patient, And I told you to be fine, And I told you to be balanced, And I told you to be kind. Come on skinny love, what happened here?" - Skinny love Birdie

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*Alaska's POV*

"Are you okay?" Harry asked. His eyebrows furrowed in worry.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. My mind couldn't register what was happening. It was reeling in all different directions. Clustered with different thoughts.

"No..." I whispered to myself. "Of course I'm not okay! I was just involved in a bank robbery! You took me! You shot someone!" I ranted. My eyes widened in realisation. "You're a murderer. My mate is a murderer." I chocked, trying to hold back the tears from falling.

A look of hurt flashed across his face. "You're disappointed." He whispered with a certain finality.

My eyes shot up to meet his. They locked. I didn't answer him. I felt guilty for feeling this way. It must hurt a lot when someone is disappointed in the mate that has been chosen for them. I know it would hurt me a lot.

"Look. She's just confused. We did just take her without even explaining why. She's just in shock." The blonde haired guy said quickly, noticing the angry glare forming on Harry's face. With a final glare in my direction, Harry spun around and stormed out of the room we were in. Which was the living room apparently.

The blonde boy turned to me and gave me a small smile. "I'm Niall. It's a pleasure to meet you." He said in a kind voice. "I'm Louis." The messy brown haired boy said that had a knotted rope for a mark. "I'm Liam." Another guy said. He was the driver of the SUV. "And I'm Zayn." The dark haired guy said. He was the one with the mark of an outline of a swallow.

All of them looked at me expectantly. And I realised I was supposed to give them my name.

"Oh uhm..." I didn't know if it was a wise decision to give them any information about me. But seeing as my mate was here, I was supposed to be here too. I couldn't leave. Not without causing us both excruciating pain. "I-I'm Alaska." I said softly.

"It kind of suites you." Niall said, studying me with an interested look. I guess he was right. My pale skin and crystal eyes reminded everyone of ice. The only dark thing about me really was my black hair. Which I wore proudly, seeing as it was the only resemblance I had of my mother.

"Well, now that you know you can't leave... I don't think it would be necessary to tie you up or anything." Liam said. I felt a little relieved at this. I didn't want to be tied up. Not at all.

"I'll show you to your room then?" Niall asked carefully. I glanced at each of their faces and nodded slowly. I think I could use some privacy.

Niall walked out of the room and gestured for me to follow him. Which I did.

He lead me through the house and as we walked I glanced around, making note of every possible escape route if it was needed. The house was much bigger on the inside then it looked on the outside. The kitchen was huge and there was a dining room and loads of bathrooms.

He lead me up the stars and into a long hallway that stretched across the house. "All of our rooms are up here. Mine is actually next to yours." Niall explained. I nodded, but kept silent. Wanting to speak as little as possible. They were still criminals after all.

We stopped in front of a dark brown wooden door. "This uh... this is it." He said, giving me an awkward smile. "Thanks." I mumbled harshly and opened the door. Before he could say anything else I stepped inside and shut it in his face.

The room was dark, but I could still tell it was big. A familiar and heavenly scent hung in the air. I couldn't quite place it though. I sighed heavily, my heart finally able to relax as I was finally alone. I leaned against the door and made sure it was locked.

I finally turned on the light, wanting to be able to see my surroundings. When I did turn it on I almost jumped out of my skin. A short scream left my lips as I saw Harry lying on the bed. His one arm was behind his head on the pillow and the other was holding a cigarette. He was intently staring at me. Which I found sexy and creepy at the same time.

"H-Harry. I-I didn't know this was your uhm... Niall said that-" He cut me off with a soft voice. "This is your room. Our room actually." He explained, bringing up the cigarette to his lips and taking a long drag. He inhaled and then blew the white smoke out of his mouth.

My mouth went dry. "O-our room?" I stuttered. "Yeah. There are only five rooms in the house." He said. I nodded. "Don't worry. I won't force anything on you." He said bitterly. "I'll sleep on the floor." I licked my lips and sighed heavily.

He was my mate. I better except it and move on. That doesn't mean I have to fall in love with him right away though, right? I'll just start by actually getting to know him. Maybe he isn't as bad as he seems.

I looked at him and ran a hand through my dark locks, untangling a few knots. "Can I have one?" I asked softly. His eyebrow shot up in surprise. "Have what?" He asked. I nodded at the cigarette neatly placed between his middle and pointer finger. "You smoke?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes and slowly walked over to the bed. I was slow, careful and cautious. I did not want to make the wrong move here. I was still afraid. "Yes. On occasion." I admitted. My mom would kill me if she knew. But I believe the situation rectifies a smoke.

"Uhm... sure." He reached over at his bedside table and held out the packet of cancer sticks to me. I slowly reached forward, my eyes never leaving his. When I finally had one of the sticks in my hand he handed me a lighter.

I slowly made my way around the bed, lying down on the opposite side of him. Trying to stay as far away as the bed would allow. I leaned back and put the cigarette between my lips. I brought up the lighter and lit it quickly, inhaling to allow the stick to catch light.

When it was lit I blew out the smoke and sighed. I needed this.

We laid there for a few minutes. Complete and utter silence. No one really knowing what to say. And In all honesty... I was scared. I was terrified actually. Hell, I was lying in a bed next to a killer. Someone who killed another person in front of me just to prove a point.

"So... you know you can't leave right?" Harry asked softly, staring at the roof. "Uhm... yeah. I know." I said truthfully. And the truth of that hit me hard. I can't leave. Even if I wanted to. I was stuck with this man. This... stranger. This killer.

"I'm sorry." Was all he said before standing up and leaving the room.

I put out my cigarette and decided that I would look around the room a bit. Maybe I can find something that would let me know a little more about this man.

There was nothing personal in the room. No pictures. No posters. Not even a couple of CD's or books. All I could find where a duffle bag filled with clothes. And a phone.

I quickly grabbed the phone and felt my pulse quicken. I can call someone. Someone to help me.

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