Being Mrs. Styles

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Clementine’s POV

 

I had been tied to the bed for what felt like years. Louis had left moments after our ‘shower’. Ya know, showers normally made me feel clean, and warm. I felt nothing but dirty and cold.

I had been tugging on the ropes ever since he left the room, and I was getting them pretty loose, as well as hurting my wrists.

My left wrists came loose, and I quickly untied the right one, before examining my injuries.

I gathered my clothes and put them on, before using my pony tail to tie up my knotted hair. I tiptoed towards the window.

That was at least a three story drop, I could possibly make it with a broken leg, but my luck it would be much worse.

I slowly opened the bedroom door, holding my breath as I did so. I peeked around the corner, I noticed his absence and it took this as my opportunity to escape.

I slowly tiptoed towards the staircase, but stopped when I heard something behind me.

It sounded like, whining.

I debated just leaving, who-ever or what-ever it was could fend for themselves.

What if that had been you, wouldn’t you want them to rescue you?

I squeezed my eyes shut and let out a frustrated sigh before walking back towards the room across from the bedroom I had been in.

I slowly opened it, scared that I might find Louis.

It wasn’t Louis, but what I saw was a thousand times worse.

“Eleanor?”

Harry’s POV

 

Niall and El had left hours after the police, leaving me completely alone with my thoughts, much to my dismay.

I was going crazy, completely crazy. My thoughts were scrambled; mixed with thoughts on letting the police do their jobs, find Clementine myself, and killing Louis.

I had thought up at least twenty ways I could do it and get away with it, but the little voice in the back of my head keeps telling me no.

My phone ringing cut my thoughts away from murder, leaving me with a mixture of excitement, and guilt.

And I hadn’t even done anything yet.

“Hello?”  I questioned into the speaker, scooting my laptop from my lap.

“Harry, I don’t know what’s happening, or what happened, oh my God, Harry it’s all my fault!” Niall cried, literally cried.

“Niall, chill. What happened?”

“It’s Eleanor, Harry!” He yelled

“Louis got her!”