Shades Of Styles

Stalker, Watcher, Psychopath (2)

Harry's POV

Today is finally the day I talk to (Y/N), I've been watching her for 4 months now, I know practically everything about this woman and I know for a fact she's my soulmate.
I know that every work day she goes the gym at 7 am, does yoga until 7:30 am and then showers until 7:45. She leaves the gym by 8 and goes to a coffee shop about a mile down the road where she gets a large coffee, she fills it with 3 sugars and 2 creams. She sits at a window seat until her friend shows up and the two chat until 8:30 am and then they give their goodbyes and she heads to work. She works until 12 pm and then leaves for lunch where she goes pretty much anywhere but mostly Panera. She's there until almost 1 and then heads back to work where she's there until 5 pm, sometimes she stays late. When she gets home she takes a bubble bath and then watches tv until 6, where she either makes her own food or orders food. Sometimes it's pizza, other times it's Chinese. She use to flirt with one of the pizza guys, laughs at his jokes even. That stopped at once, by me telling him to back off. He never came to her apartment again.
At 8 pm she has a glass of wine while she watches some tv and then 9 pm she gets ready for bed.
The weekends are a bit more random, most Saturdays I find her at a nightclub with some coworkers. I sit and watch to make sure no scumbags are groping her.
But I've decided that I can't watch her from afar anymore, I'm going to speak to her and maybe she'll like me back. It's Saturday night so she's going to a bar with coworkers, I'm going to get dressed up because first impressions count.

Everything happened so fast! I told myself not to do it but before I could stop myself I had put something in her drink and then took her to my car and sped away. I was so scared she would wake up and see what I had done that she would try and run away so I handcuffed her to a pole in the cellar and went back upstairs.
I couldn't sleep, my mind was racing with thoughts of what I had just done, I couldn't believe I had this woman-the woman I loved in my house finally. And I knew once I talked to her again she would see things my way.
Although she didn't talk to me much for a while I got her to speak, I just hope she won't be scared for too long and then I can bring her upstairs and she can live with me and be happy.
I came back upstairs over an hour ago to let her have some peace and quiet, also I wanted to make sure the upper basement was nice and tidy for her so I could put her in there. A concrete cellar is no place for my lady. But that was the farthest place from the outside I could find. The basement is just one floor up and it's completely finished with a bedroom and bathroom, even a kitchen slash living area that I have fully stocked for guests but I haven't had any. She'll be the first. Her and I could stay down there together, away from the outside world.

"(Y/N)." I say calmly as I knock on the door. Before she answers I open the door and see her asleep on the concrete with a blanket draped on her body. I feel bad that she has to sleep on the floor. I need to move her to the actual basement. She would feel more comfortable there. I just don't want her to kick and scream.
I step closer to her and unhook her from the pole as slowly as I can as to not wake her. My efforts fail me as she wakes up and sees me standing over her. She realizes her hands are free and she tries to pull herself away but I grab her. She begins screaming and pushing on me so in my panic I hit her hard enough to knock her out.
Once she's out I cover her up with the blanket and take her upstairs to the basement and lay her down on the bed. I won't cuff her as I can just lock the door. I do just that and grab some medical supplies from the bathroom to clean up her new head wound. I really hope that's the last time I'll have to hurt her.
Once her forehead is cleaned up and there's a band aid over the wound I go upstairs to gather her some food. I'm sure she's hungry.

20 minutes and a plate of waffles and bacon later I head downstairs to find her not in bed. I set my tray down and look around for her. I find her in the bathroom pawing at the small window, the only window in the entire basement. But it will be no use it's completely sound proof down here and the windows are tented so dark you'd have to have your face close enough to the glass.

"(Y/N), I made your favorite." I tell her and she turns around looking in distress. "What's wrong? Don't you like this better? There-there's a bed, and a bathtub. I know you like your baths. And I put some wine in the cabinet." I explain further.

"Harry...I need to go home." She cries, walking past me and into the bedroom, sitting on the bed.

"But I love you." I tell her. "You-you can't go home. Never."

"Harry please." She cried more and I shake my head.

"NO! NO!" I shout. "You can't! You're not!!!" I scream and run to the door, locking it behind me. She's not going home. She lives here now. I stomp up the stairs and slam the second door too, locking it as well. I'll just have to prove that I'm better than the outside world.