The Love We Found || Narry *COMPLETED*

.04

»Little Talks - Of Monsters And Men«

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I was afraid but at the same time I wasn't. I was afraid because I didn't have a clue where I was. I wasn't afraid because...he wasn't doing what a normal kidnapper would do. Most kidnappers would hurt the ones they've taken. I mean, yes, he did inject me with drugs, but that didn't hurt exactly hurt me; it just knocked me out.

His friend Indie walked in and placed a pair of black and red pj bottoms in my arms. She didn't say anything to me and I didn't say anything to her. So she left.

I assumed these were for me to change into since it was pretty late now. When I heard Indie and Harry's voice outside of the room I was to stay in, I listened in.

"Think he'll survive his first night here?" Harry asked.

"That is if he doesn't get lost in this big mansion. What if he sleepwalks, Haz? Better lock up the pool room. Wouldn't want to wake up to find out he drowned."

I heard one of them exhale quite loudly; it was probably Harry.

"He'd have to go down two flights of stairs to get anywhere near the pool. I think he'll be fine, Indie. You can go now."

I heard only one pair of footsteps walking away from my door. So that meant that Harry was still outside the door and the knock I heard proved it.

"Ahem, Niall? Are you...decent?" he asked slowly.

I was only in the pj bottoms he provided me now...so I guess I was half decent.

"Uh, yeah..." I said, scratching the back of my head.

The door slowly opened and I saw Harry in nothin but pj bottoms as well. I assumed these the pj bottoms I was wearin were his since they were the same pattern design just different colors. His were black and blue.

I watched as he eyed me up and down. I did the same to him. My eyes focused on the numerous tattoos he had inked on his skin. I had to admit...I had a strong urge to just...trace my fingers over them. But I shook my head quickly. This man took me. Why on earth would I want to touch him?

"Oh, good! They fit," Harry said.

I knew that's not what he came in here for. He continued to stare at me up and down. The longer he stared, the more uncomfortable I felt.

"Wh-why did you come in here? Can I just go to sleep?" I asked.

Harry ran his fingers through his messy brown hair a few times before making eye contact with me.

"I just wanted to tell you that there is a bathroom right there," he pointed to the door that was slightly open in the bedroom, "and uh, try not to do any wandering unless I'm awake. Hate for you to get lost."

And that was it. He turned his back to me and left the room; closing the door behind him. I quickly headed into the en suite to see all the neccessary stuff I would need to stay clean; deodorant, a shaver, a comb.

Maybe I could take a shower but then the thought of clothes popped into my head. Since I was taken, I wasn't able to have my own personal items. I walked out of the room and looked around. Aside from the bed, I saw a desk, a dresser and a bookshelf stocked with books. It was a pretty big room; probably a little but bigger than my living room at my house.

Walking over to the dresser, I yanked open the first drawer I got my hands on. Sure enough, it was stocked with clothes. This one had t-shirts. The next one I opened was socks and underwear. If I was going to take a shower, all I would need is a clean pair of boxers cause I'd put these pj bottoms back on. So I grabbed a pair of black Calvin Klein's and headed back into the bathroom.