Drugged // h.s. [complete]

Nine

I was pretty reliant on the fact that Amelia could be a nice person, I was hoping that the more we got to know each other she'd feel guilty and let me go. But there still was something inside me saying that that was impossible.

So here I am, using the broken piece of glass to see if the screws on the wall that kept the bars on would give way easily. Unfortunately, that was not the case at all. It seems they've been there for quite a while, a while being almost one hundred years according to Amelia.

When I gave up I was reluctant about it. I really wanted to get out but one; I couldn't and two; if I managed to somehow get out, there's nothing for miles.

The point was though, that I'd found my efforts useless and they were just tiring me. I'd be better off just sitting down on the bed and staring at the ceiling. And even then I wouldn't be using any energy.

I was bored out of my mind, sick of coming up with hopeless ideas of escaping and tired as an owl.

I decided to check out the bathroom. I'd only gone in to pee once, but I never really took a good look at the place. Besides, what else was there to do?

I slid off the bed and walked over to the door, turning the knob. When I looked inside it looked comfy but small. The kind of thing you would find in a motel room. The sink was nice and clean like it had been recently cleaned and probably bleached too. The toilet was average, but the shower was kind of small. Even though the whole bathroom was small, this was the type of small that would have a claustrophobic person screaming. It was so tight. The glass and waterspout was nice and polished but I didn't even notice them as I gaped at the small area.

This was where I had to shower? Now I really have to get out of here.

Before I freaked myself out even more, I got out of the bathroom. I didn't care how long ago my last shower was, I was not showering in such a confined space. Especially when there's no lock on the door.

Louis’ POV

I was laying in bed when my phone rang with the information that we were a step closer to finding Harry. Before I knew it I was dressed and in the car with the other boys, anticipating what the police were going to say, on where Harry was.

When we got there, every face we saw was hopeful, there was a chance that we would get to Harry soon, and that made myself hopeful.

“Liam, Louis, Niall. We have a string of evidence that would suggest that yes, he was kidnapped. The street on which Harry was dropped off isn't a very inhabited area. But lucky for us, someone was around at the time of his kidnapping. They heard a scream, waking them up, so they got up to check what had happened. We were able to confirm that Harry's captor is female, and blonde. Her face was covered with a mask of some sort.”He looked at us with a sad face.

“Unfortunately, since none of you have had direct contact, she's not looking for money, so we cannot contact her to make sure he is okay. But assuming she's a fan, because she probably is, she wouldn't hurt him.”

I smiled, Harry was gonna be okay.

“We're looking for this girl. Checking any social media websites and running it through the database. Looking for someone female and blonde out of the thousands of people that live in London is challenging, especially if she lives in an outer suburb.”He said, but I wouldn't let the last sentence get to me, I needed hope and I'd found it, he didn't need to destroy it.

When we find this chick, I'm gonna give her a piece of my mind.

Harry POV

That night, I slept peacefully. The kink in the bed didn't even disturb me as I dreamed of pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows. Not really, but you get the gist.

I don't know why but I was glad for it, I needed a good nights sleep and I was grateful that I'd gotten at least nine hours of sleep. Although I wouldn't exactly know would I?

The day passed quickly, and I thanked god for that. Amelia was becoming more lenient with meals today. I got a small breakfast, lunch and dinner with a cup of water with each meal. Usually I didn't get over 2 meals a day and half a cup of water with each.

When night came I found myself looking out at the moon, not bothering to try to sleep, I'd already gotten enough of it the night before that would last me for a bit. For the amount of nights I'd spent captive, the amount of slept I had gotten didn't add up properly, I was used to not sleeping well by now.

I studied every part of the moon at least three times before I gave up and went to lie back down on the bed. I kept my eyes open, still not bothered by my lack of sleep that I seriously needed to improve upon.

I was feeling depressed, I could feel an episode come on, I was gonna start crying soon and I was really hoping that Amelia wouldn't come in while it was happening. The only people who knew about my crying episodes were the boys, properly because they practically lived with me and are the best mates that I've ever had. If she walked in on it, I would die of embarrassment.

But then there was a small part of me that thought if I saw her face, I would stop. A strange theory, but it was probably because she was growing on me, because she's the only human contact I've had for about a week.

The crying started shortly after my realisation of what was coming. First there was just tears and then the whimpering came as I drowned in every amount of sorrow I've ever known. I was clinging onto the pillow as I cried, now with my body turned on it's side.

What had I done to get here? Why was it me? Why not one of the other boys? Why did I have to get out of that darn car that night? Why did God let this happen to someone? To me?

So many questions were running through my head, asking myself how and why I came to be held like this. Oh Amelia, I fear I'm getting used to being held by you.

A/N:

Yes, I know I used lyrics from Stockholm Syndrome, but I could help myself. All good chapters are ended by something like that.

AND HOLY GOD I UPDATED AFTER WHAT?! FOUR MONTHS IS IT. I'M SUCH A BAD AUTHOR. #SWEARTOGOD

BUT I SURPRISED MYSELF AT HOW LONG THIS WAS, AN HOUR AGO IT WAS ONLY 300 AND SOMETHING WORDS AND NOW IT'S 1139 WORDS LONG. LIKE, GO ME.

Liv xx (you get two kisses today, how genourous I am amazes me.)