Struggle. { 1D }

Bedroom.

•Harper•

"No, I absolutely hate it," I scowl at the boys. Why in the hell would they think I would like it? Fuck these demons.

"For the last time, Harper, we are not fucking demons," Louis says, as his eyes turn noticeably more red.

Glancing around the room, I notice that it really is beautiful, but I won't stay. I can't stay, no matter how hot my kidnappers are.

I shriek, as someone suddenly pushes me up against the wall across the room. I look up to see Louis about and inch from my face, his sea blue eyes, turned completely red.

"You know what missy, you will stay here because we kidnapped you, you witnessed us murder someone, and you know too much," Louis says looking right in my eyes, "You are ours now, and there is nothing you can do about it, so just get used to it, and please quit whining about it in your mind," he finishes, slowly backing away from my face, momentarily glancing at my lips.

Taking in a shaky breath I hear someone clear their throat.

"So, Louis, boys, I think we should leave Harper in her room for a little bit, and go downstairs," Liam states shooing the boys out of my room. As Liam is walking out the door he turns around,

"Babe, come downstairs when you feel like it, preferably tonight sometime," he half smiles, "but, we will be waiting to talk to you, in the living room," he smiles before closing the door.

I stood there for a second, trying to comprehend what just happened. I could still feel his breath on my face, still see his angry eyes take in the shape of my lips. God damn.

Walking around this room I realize they did put a lot of work into it. If I am going to stay here I appreciate that they put some elbow grease into it.

I stop when I reach the other side of the room, there are two doors. I open the left one first, to see that it is a beautiful ensuite bathroom.

Stepping out of the bathroom I grab ahold of the door to the other room. Opening it up I see that it's a HUGE walk in closet filled with tons of clothes. Pink, Forever 21, Pac Sun, pretty much any store you could think of. Surprisingly they are all my size, freaking demons figuring me out.

I decide it's time to go face the boys. I don't really know what we have to talk about besides me being their new toy.

When I get to the bottom of the stairs I start walking off in the direction I did earlier today. I walk past the kitchen and notice a blonde figure in there eating away at something.

I keep walking and start to hear walking behind me, I assume that Niall decided that he would follow me to the living room.

I gasp as I suddenly feel a harsh slap on my ass, stopping me in my tracks. Looking back I see Niall in complete concentration of my butt, now groping it.

"Niall, what exactly are you doing?" I questing him looking into his sky blue eyes.

"I'm massaging your bum, you silly girl," he smirks.

"That hurt quite a bit," I say, making a puppy dog face.

He suddenly stops rubbing my ass, only to grab my wrist, farthest away from him, to spin me around. As I run my body into him from the quick movement he used in me, he grabs my waist, leaning down to my ear. As he pushes some of my hair behind my ear I hear him whisper,

"You'll soon come to find out, that pain is something I do," he says, leaning back so I can finally get a good look at his face. His now red eyes baring into my blue ones. It defiantly isn't something I want to happen very often.

He walks off, leaving me there, to wonder just how bad the boys actually are.