Drugged h.s. AU

Emotional Attachments

(picture of Isabelle on the side.)

3rd PERSON POV
Isabelle danced, and swayed to the music, not a worry in the world. Even though she was kidnapped, she didn't care. This was one of those rare moments she got alone, to just be alone with herself, and her thoughts. And, she loved those moments, treasured them. And, that's what she was doing.
"Hope you've made enough for two." Harry called out, loud enough for her to hear. She stiffened, at the sound of his voice. He notices, and smirks, even though she can't see, he takes pride in knowing the effects he has on her. He makes his way over to her, taking his index and middle finger graze down her arm, making goosebumps rise in their wake. "You should've checked the bathroom. But, I guess you were too excited about me not being here and you didn't look. You did sound pretty happy, I'm not gonna lie."
His breath was hot behind her ear, and heavy. She turned off the stove, ignoring what Harry had said, she was more upset with herself than anything, how could she forget to check the bathroom? How? She walked over to the table with her omlet and hashbrowns, in hand. Sitting her food down she grabbed a glass, filling it with water. "So, no food for me I guess?" He chuckled.
The atmosphere around them had changed, mostly for Belle, going from fun, light, airy. To stiff, cautious, and tense. The way Harry holds himself, is one of great stature. He's bossy, arrogant, confident, dominant. Always so sure of himself. Wanting others to bow down to him, like everyone owes him something of some sort.
Everything changes. "You not in the mood for talking?" Harry asked. She just sat there, "Not today, not today." She was trying to keep herself together, the thought of no one caring has tore a hole in her heart. People doing nothing to get her back, because they don't care? "Not in the mood huh? Can't say I blame you. I'm amazed you can sit in a chair today. I know you're mad at me, but I can wait for you to get over it." He said with much confidence.
"It's not you." she mumbles. Looking down at her plate, stabbing a potato with her fork. "It's not me? Is that what you said?" She just nodded. Tears welling up in her eyes, but she blinked them away. Willing herself not to cry. "Oh, then why are you upset? Is it that boy? Niall, I think his name is?" He asked with a smirk on his face, thinking it was the cause of her acting distant towards him. That was the straw that broke the camels back.
"NO, MY FAMILY ISN'T LOOKING FOR ME! THEY DON'T CARE! NO ONE DOES! NOT EVEN NIALL!" She shouted. Finally blowing up, He's so selfish. Harry this, Harry that. Not a care in the world for anybody else. She stood shoving her plate and glass in the sink, wiping her eyes, and holding her hand over her heart, that felt like it was shattering into a million pieces, when reality finally hit her like a freight train.
Storming out of the kitchen she ran to the bathroom slamming the door shut. Hopefully proving a point to Harry that she wants to be left alone. And, it did do something to Harry, it made him think about her family. And how they actually did look for her, and were looking for her. But he made sure that the local news wasn't available on his TV. He felt something deep within himself. Something he hadn't felt, in what felt like a decade...
...Guilt.
Isabelle curled into herself in the confines of the small powder room. Throwing up what contents were in her stomach. The thought of her family, and freedom, made her sick to her stomach. Leaving Belle a sick, tired, and sad mess. Tears stained her cheeks, her eyes all puffy and red. Her hands shaking as she tracing over the place where Harry had touched her, and left goosebumps. The reality check she received impacted her whole mind set, leaving her thinking that maybe, she should rethink things.

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I know it's not friday, but I wanted to give you another chapter. I'm feeling good today. I'll bust another one out on Friday.
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