Twisted Minds [h.s]

F O U R

I sit on the couch, in this cold hotel room, left alone with just me and my disastrous thoughts.

Harry didn't slit my throat, obviously. But it sure felt like he was about to. He left the room immediately after that and now I've been sat in this room for about an hour, crying on and off, trying to come up with any type of solution for myself.

It's daylight now and all I can think about is how Laura would feel if she knew the position I was in right now. I can already hear her voice in my head saying 'Get your phone and call the fucking cops idiot'.

Well that isn't actually a possibility, Laura, as they had taken all my belongings when I was knocked out and I am now sat here with absolutely nothing.

This hotel room was luxury and very expensive looking but it had very minimal items of furniture. It had no kitchen appliances or anything to use to do absolutely anything.

I have just been sitting here in silence, staring at the cream coloured walls.

Harry locked me in here and I'm pretty sure one of the boys is outside guarding the door as every few minutes I hear quiet sounds of movement.

I let out a deep sigh and the click of a lock makes my head immediately snap towards the door as I watch it slowly and smoothly, fall open.

I gulp and immediately, my heart rate rises, my palms start to sweat and my breathing gets heavier and heavier with the anxiousness building up in my chest.

It doesn't open enough for me to see who was opening the door but all i am met with is a tray being slid along the ground before the door then closes again, the lock clicking shut.

I hesitantly get up, and walk towards the tray on the ground.

I feel my hands start to shake as I look at the slice of bread and crackers on a plate on the tray.

My eye spots a little napkin with what looks like black ink on it.

I slowly kneel down next to the tray and pick up the napkin, unfolding it slowly and cautiously. All I'm met with is two words that make my heart pound in my chest with maybe a small sense of relief?

Sorry.
      - Niall

Sorry? He's saying sorry? Maybe just let me fucking go and I'll consider saying that it's okay.

I recognise the name Niall to belong to the blonde quiet boy who only really stood and watched. But even without his smartass remarks and evil expressions, he was apart of this and either way I still am terrified of him.

I tuck the napkin into my jean pocket and pick up the slice of bread, ripping it apart to put it in my mouth but instantly, I feel my stomach get a nauseous feeling and I throw the bread back on the plate.

What the fuck am i doing? I need to get out of here.

I quickly walk over to the large window but see that there is no opening, of course. Why would there be? We're literally on like the 12th floor.

I exhale through my nose in frustration and I walk over to the front door, peeking through the peephole to have the entire view covered by ruffled, blonde hair.

So it is Niall at the door.

Fuck. Think Sophie, think.

I hesitantly and nervously bring my fist up to the door, knocking.

No response.

I knock a little bit harder and finally I hear a groan of annoyance on the otherside.