Shades Of Styles

Stalker, Watcher, Psyhcopath

I don't know where I am and how I got here. All I know is that I feel dizzy and it's dark in here.
My hands are bound to some type of pole, it's cold and smooth against my hands. The floor is hard and feels like it's made of stone.
I can't seem to put any thoughts together or memories of last night. All I know is I'm scared of what's to come and I know this is how I'll die.

There's a long silence, as I try told keep my breathing calm, trying to hold back screams for help. I know it won't work. Then I hear it-foot steps against pavement. A door across from me opens, letting in a little light from the other side. More doors steps and then the light flickers on.
The sudden light hurts my eyes for a moment and then they adjust. I find myself in a concrete room, like a basement I assume. I'm still in the dress I was wearing last night. I look up to see a man with brown hair and green eyes. They meet mine and his eyebrows furrow.
I recognize him but barely. I could have met him last night, I'm assuming I did because I here I sit on his basement floor.
The thought that I've been kidnapped still hasn't fully clicked in my head.

"(Y/N). Good to see you're awake." His deep British accent echos through the room or maybe it's echoing through my head, it's still a little fuzzy. He places something down on the counter next to him and then slowly approaches me. I want to flinch away from his touch but my body feels slow. He hand caresses my cheek and all I can do is let one tear roll down my face and on to his long fingers.
"I'm sorry that this is how you had to wake up." He apologizes as he stands up. "But, you just wouldn't have me any other way." He shrugs. "Your dress is-dirty. Perhaps you need a change of clothes. I'll be right back, for now-water." He walks behind me and I follow him to see him open a refrigerator. He pours the water into a glass and puts the water back in the refrigerator. I dont want to take water from this man, he drugged me last night and kidnapped me. But, I'm thirsty and the water looks too good. He places it on the floor in front of me and then walks out of the room.
I haven't spoke, my mouth is too dry and my throat feels like it's coated with shards of glass. I end up drinking the water before I can give it a second thought. If it's drugged again I don't think there's anything worse for me then this basement. And if it's not then I'm happy with my decision. I suppose only time will tell.

10 minutes after the glass is empty and I'm feigning for more and feeling way better, the man comes back downstairs. A pile of clothes in his hand.

"I don't have any women's clothes I hope you don't mind." He tells me and brings the clothes to my feet. I don't want to give him the satisfaction of me speaking back to him so I say nothing and wait for him to leave.   "Sorry for not giving you a blanket. Everything happened so quickly it slipped my mind." He explains and I'm in awe of what this man is saying to me. He's acting like I'm not handcuffed in the middle of a basement right now. "I'm going to get you some food. You can get changed." He assures me and then leaves, taking the glass with him.
As I ponder putting this mans clothes on I try to recall the events of last night.

"Hello, I saw you from across the room, you're quite lovely."
"Thanks."
"Can I buy you a drink?"
"Sure"
"What's your name?"
"(Y/N)...and yours?"
"Harry."
"You're quite charming Harry."
"Well if I'm charming then you're beautiful....where are you from?"
"(Where your from)"
"Oh, I've been there once. It's very beautiful."
"Where are you from?"
"Holmes Chapel."
"Never heard of it."
"Can I buy you a drink?"
"I suppose..."

"You're so funny. Let me take you home"
"I can't...not tonight, we can exchange numbers and-"
"That's no good. Let's just forget about it. Let me buy you another drink."
"I shoul-"
"It'll be fine. One last drink and then we never see each other again."
"Okay."

When I've finished reliving that memory I pull off my dress slowly and put his clothes on. A sweater and a pair of sweatpants. So he drugged me because I refused to go home with him and then he brought me to his basement. Now that the drugs have seemed to ware off the reality of this whole thing hits me and I cry into my hands. This can't be happening, not to me.
The door opens and my head jerks up to see the man-Harry, if my memory is correct with a tray of food that smells delicious.

"Hope you're hungry." He beams. Pancakes, eggs and a glass of orange juice fill the tray and he places it on the floor, then he places a blanket on the counter beside him that I didn't see when he came in. Before he even explains anything to me I'm cobbling down the food in front of me.
"You look rather lovely in my clothes." He smiles and then his face drops. "You haven't said a thing all morning. Why is that?" He questions. This man is clearly insane, he's kidnapped me and is asking why I won't speak. I'm still in a state of shock as I sit in this basement, the warm clothes and the hot food are the only things keeping me sane.
"Answer me." He orders in an angry tone and I know now what this is.

"I-Im scared." I stutter out, the first words I've spoke since I've woken up and realized the nightmare of what's happening. His face drops again and he places his hand on my knee.

"Don't be. This will all be over soon." His tone is soothing but the words make me flinch and I drop my fork, no longer hungry.

"You're-" I pause trying to find the words. "Going to kill me aren't you?" I ask, tears violently streaming down my face. His face turns from sad to confused.

"No, I wouldn't ever hurt you."

"Then what are you going to do?" I ask quietly in fear of the answer.

"Nothing..." he pauses for a moment. "I just want you here with me because I love you." He smiles as if to reassure me but I'm even more scared now.

"But, you don't know me." I shake my head.

"But I do." He says with a wicked grin.