I slowly opened my eyes and blinked a few times so I could re-adjust to the dim light. I looked around, not having a clue where I was. I looked down and saw that I was tied to a chair and there was a tear in my jeans with a dark bloodstain surrounding it, I was gagged with a piece of cloth.
I started to throttle around in my seat and try to escape, but it was no use. The pain in my leg was to feirce and the frayed ropes were to tight. I looked around and saw another person in the same situation I was, Their chin was pressed agains their chest so I couldn't see the face and make out who it was. They must have been asleep. Or dead.
I tried to scream but the gag was making it much harder. I gave up and tried to stay calm. That too, was impossible. I started to cry, It was the one thing I could do.
"There's no point in screaming, he can't hear you" I heard a husk voice say from behind me, I jolted my head in the direction of the voice. Harry.
I furrowed my eyebrows at him, "Well either that or he choses to ignore us, You okay?" He sounded genuinly hurt and sympathetic, something I nevver knew he could even feel. I shook my head vigorously. "There's a broken mirror behind you, propped up against the wall. Shuffle your chair back a little and you might be able to break the rope attatched to your hands." I did as he said and sure enough, there was a broken mirror.
I rubbed my hands up and down as fast as I could untill The rope broke and fell to the floor. I quickly pulled the gag from my mouth and and took a deap breath. I rubbed my wrists, trying to soothe the friction marks left by the rope.
I leant down and untied my ankles. I didn't dare stand up in case something happened plus I don't think I could because of the stab wound in my leg.
"Well?" Harry asked, "What?" I spat at him. Despite the situation we were in, I still found the time to hate his guts. "Are you gonna untie me or not?!" He was starting to get mad. "How do I know It wasn't you who put us here? and your just waiting to kill me?" I asked cockily knowing that I could play on this for a while. "If I put you here then why the fuck am I tied up? and Wouldn't I have killed you before putting you in here? prick" He mumbled the last word under his breath but I still heard it.
"True, but what if this is like some kind of sick game and your a part of it?" "Just fucking untie me you bitch!" He spat. "Woah, calm the down!" I raised my hands up in defeat at him. "How the hell do you expect me to be calm?! I was just fucking kidnapped and locked in a room with a stupid dick!" He growled.
"Look, if we are trapped in here, then we better learn to be in each others presence at all times!" I hissed at him. "We can think of a plan, ONCE YOU'VE FUCKING UNTIED ME!" he screamed as loud as he could.
I stood up, Pain coursing up and down my thigh the second I did so. "Aaahh!" I cried and sat back down. "You hurt?" He said a lot quiter this time. "No, I think he stabbed me!" I let the tears flow from my eyes. "Well hop to me then" He said seriously. "Or drag yourself on the floor" He sugegsted. I looked at the floor, there were foreign stains and shards of glass everywhere. I realised that I was also bare foot, I couldnt make it to Harry without stabbing my feet. It wasn't worth it.
"I think I'll stay here" I said and nodded towards the cold concrete floor. "Just watch your step then" He said. I stared intensly at the floor for a few seconds, trying to find a path to Harry that wouldn't lead to me slicing my feet to shreds.
I found a small spot that was clear of glass, I recon I could hop to it. I decided to risk it, I hopped a few times on the spot, Balancing on my good leg. I Jumped and thanfully landed on the small patch. "One more hop and you can make it" Harry reasured me, I saw another glass-less patch, surrounding Harry's chair. I realised If I jumped to it I could grab onto his shoulders for balance before un tying him.
That's exactly what I did. "Woah carful there!" He warned as I grabed his shoulders. "You alright?" He sounded.... friendly. Which was strange for him. "I can be nice you know" He joked, I must have been giving him strange looks. Sorry, It's just, you don't have that good a reputation of being... nice, well with me anyway" he raised an eyebrow at my words, "Well yeah but that's because I don't like you" He broke into a smile, for a moment I forgot about the whole situation and stared into his eyes. "Yeah... I don't like you eiher, so let's try and find a way out of here" I shook my head to snap my gaze.
I hobled to the back of his chair and untied his wrists and then his ankles. He rubbed the friction marks before taking off his shoes, "What are you doing? there's glass everywhere!" I yelled at him. "Exactly, I don't want you to get hurt" He looked up and me. "I thought you didn't like me?" I mumbled, "I don't I just don't want your boyfriend to have a go at me for not keeping you safe, He is my friend after all and If he saw you hurt, it would hurt him, which would then hurt me, See I told you I can be nice" He smirked at me.
I chuckled, "Yeah... that's not being nice!" He looked at me, shocked, "How exactly is me willing to step on glass to save you not being nice?" He quizzed, "Because you're doing it to stop your feelings from being hurt, like you said, if I'm hurt, Josh is Hurt and If Josh is hurt, then Your hurt so it always comes back to you!" I playfully hit his arm and he stood up off the chair. "DOo you want the shoes or not?" He raised an eyebrow at me. "Yes please" I said plainly. I sat on the chair and Harry knelt down in front of me. He carefully put his large shoes on my feet, carful not to move my sore leg too much.
"Thank you" I smiled at him. "Wait here a sec, I'm going to see if theres any unlocked doors" I watched as he carfully made his way to a gloomy door in the corner, He thrashed the handle for a few seconds. "Nope" He called out to me and made his way back. He pulled my chair up to the one I was now sat on and he sat down on it. He took off his hoodie and then his shirt, revealing his toned torso and abs, It took a lot of will power to tear my eyes away. No arianna. You hate him. Just think about Josh, You love Josh. Not Harry.
"Put your leg on my knee" He stated bluntly after puting his hoodie back on. "Why?" I asked, trying to go back to hating him. "I want to check if your legs alright!" He spat back. I slowly lifted my sore leg and rested it on his thighs. He then reached down to the floor and grabbed an exceptionally large shard of glass. He put his hand up the trouser of my leg and carfully ran the glass up it, making sure not to cut my skin. He ran the shard up to my thigh, ripping my jeans. I hissed with pain as he reached my wound.
He tore the jeans all the way up to just below my hips. Harry grabbed his shirt that he had previously took off and tied it in a tight knot just above my cut and then using the sleeves, he tied them in a knot on top of the wound, a little less tightly this time. "There, that should stop the bleeding" He patted my foot and I put it back on the floor. "Thankyou again" I smiled, this time actually meaning it.
I heard a sudden hissing sound, Me and Harry looked around frantically to see where the sound was coming from. "Over there!" Harry pointed to an air vent on the other side of the room, smoke was puring from it. "What is it?" I said and pulled the corner of my cardigan over my nose to stop the gas from entering through my nostrils. "I don't know but I feel tired all of a sudden" He closed his eyes and opened them ever so slowly.
"Me too" I felt sleepy. My eye lids closed and I felt my self fall into a deep sleep. Shit, Not again.
