Arianna's P.O.V
I squinted my eyes slowly before remembering everything that had happened. I looked around and saw that I had been asleep on Harry's shoulder whilst we were propped up against the stone cold wall opposite the door. Harry was still asleep and his shirt was still wrapped tightly around my thigh.
I was in so much pain. My head was banging and my eyes were stinging from all the crying I did yesterday.
I felt Harry's hand touch the small of my back, sending shivers up and down my skin and goosebumps to rise on my arms.
"Fuck" I heard him whisper. I turned my head to face him. "Urgh, I never want to be that close to you again, I don't care what situation we're in!" Harry groaned and stood up, walking towards the two chairs opposite us.
I scoffed, "Just as I thought you were starting to be nice" I leaned back against the wall and tilted my head backwards, sighing.
"Whatever" He shook his head. We sat in silence for the next few minutes. "Why us? What have we ever done to deserve this?" I cried, breaking the silence. "I don't know, but whining about it isn't going to solve anything is it?" Harry almost yelled at me. He had definitely realised the seriousness of our problem.
I slowly stood up on one leg and tried to hobble towards the door. I still had Harry's shoes on, they were pointless, they were too big for me to walk in. I took them off and walked bare foot. "Where are you going?" He asked. "To find a way out!" I screamed at him. "You can barley walk, just sit down" He said monotonously. "I can't just sit around and wait to die can I? And you clearly don't give two shits about it so excuse me but I want to get out of here and see my boyfriend again!" I cried and carried on walking.
I forgot about the glass but I was too preocupied with escaping to care. I was leaving bright red blood trails as I sliced my feet on the shards. I cried so hard that my vision became blury, My knees buckled and I dropped to the floor. More tears flooding from my eyes. "Woah!" Harry said and jumped from his chair to see if I was okay. I pushed his hands off my shoulder, "If you're not going to find a way out of here then I will!" I wasn't about to give up, no matter how much pain I was in. I will see Josh again. I will!
I couldn't stand up any more so I dragged myself accross the floor, Screams escaping my dry cracked lips. "Just give up will you! Whoever put us in here clearly did it for a reason!" Harry raised his voice at me. I looked up at him. "I'm sorry but even if we could find a way out of here, who's to say that out there isn't worse than in here?" He pointed towards the door. "We're better off waiting for someone to come find us" He sat back down on the chair.
I hate to admit it but he's probably right. I mean there could be some sort of sick minded trap on the other side of the door, or our kidnapper is stood waiting to kill us.
I sat on the floor, sniffling like a little child. Harry sighed and stood up. He walked towards me before bending over and picking me up in his arms, carrying me bridal style. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he carried me back to where I was previously sitting. I looked into his big green eyes. The way they glistened under the dim light had me hypnotised. I noticed he was staring into my blue ones. I looked away quickly.
He gently put me down on the floor before sitting down next to me.
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"Is it just me or does it feel like the tempratures gone up like thirty degrees!" He moaned as he stripped himself of his hoodie. I couldn't help but stare at his torso. The light bounced off the beads of sweat making his abs look more defined. "I know" I agreed and took off my cardigan, not that that made much of a difference.
"It's rude to stare you know" He chuckled, I averted my gaze to his eyes and saww his smile. God, That smile. Those perfect teeth. Those dimples. No, I have Josh and plus I hate Harry.
"What?" I acted like I didn't know what he was talking about. "Nothing" He shook his head and laughed.
My mouth was so dry, I could taste blood and sweat. It was too hot to handle. I searched the floor, "Pass me that big bit of glass by your feet" I said. Hrry looked down, "Why?" He sounded worried. "Just pass it here" I waved my hand and he picked it up. He walked towards me and carfully handed me the razor sharp piece of glass. I brought it down to my leg and cut around the back of my already torn jeans. I was careful not to touch harrys make-shift bandage and my wound. I threw the extra piece of denim to the side and did the same to the other leg. Turning my jeans into shorts.
"Thats better" I sighed and wiped my forehead clean of sweat. "How long do you think we've been in here?" He asked. I shrugged, "Don't know, a day maybe" He nodded.
"Erm Harry?" I asked loudly, not looking away from the gas that was leaking. "Yeah.... shit, that's the same smoke from last night!" He stood up making the chair fall backwards. "Yeah, do you think it's the kidnapper?" I asked worridly and pushed myself up, using the wall for support. Harry grabbed my wrists and helped me hobble to the furthest corner in the room. "Probably" Harry gulped loudly and covered his mouth and nose.
"Why? Do you think he's doing stuff to us whilst we sleep? oh god Harry, I'm scared!" I cried and hid my face into his chest. He wrapped an arm around my waist. "I know, I know" He hugged me tightly before things started to go black. again.
