Taken (Harry Styles)

Veronica Bennett lives a normal life. She's your average seventeen-year-old. But on one very adrenaline-filled night partying with her best friends, things change. She's kidnapped by a boy she has never even met before, Harry Styles. Will she be able to escape or end up falling for the boy that took her independence away from her?

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3. Stalker, Much?

I was confused by his reason, so I stayed quiet. Harry seemed to notice that I was troubled because he stepped back inside my room, joining me back on the bed. He took my hand in his and warmth spread throughout my body from the tender gesture.

Surely this loving, swoon worthy guy wasn’t my kidnapper, right?

“I’ve been watching you,” he whispered, leaning closer to my face. His hot breath smelled faintly of fresh mint.

I dropped the thought aforementioned and decided that Harry was actually crazy. His words made a shiver travel my spine and I looked to the carpeted floor.

“Look at me, Veronica,” Harry spoke, putting his hand on my bare thigh.

My eyes widened at that, but I was afraid to reprimand him. I really needed to change out of this damn dress.

“Look at me,” he said louder, in a demanding tone.

I did as I was told and looked into his piercing green eyes. They seemed so normal, not the eyes of a crazed kidnapper.

“It was one year ago today,” Harry began, bringing my hands in front of me and placing them in his. “I saw you at a Starbucks with your friends and two boys.”

His story reminded me of that exact day. Ava and Laney had invited me to go on a date with them. I remembered thinking it was going to be a girls night, but out of the blue, they had brought two boys with them. Of course, they were Tanner Johnson and Ross Williams, the hottest guys in our grade, not to mention dumb jocks. Literally.

“Jett was supposed to come, but he bailed,” Tanner had said, putting his arm around Ava none to subtlety.

What his words actually meant were, “Jett didn’t want to come because you’re too ugly.”

And the bad part about it was that I actually had a crush on Jett Grayson. He was the absolute perfect guy, in my head. Sadly, he never showed any interest in me, just like all of the other boys. Harry was the first one to actually show feelings for me, but his way was unnatural.

“I watched you sit there for two hours, bored out of your mind, as they rubbed all over each other.”

It was true. The whole time we were there, Ava, Tanner, Laney, and Ross were practically having sex in public while sitting across from me.

“There was something about you, too. Something that I just couldn’t seem to grasp. You were beautiful. I remember thinking that I had to make you mine somehow.”

Harry’s words took me by surprise. Did he just call me beautiful? Okay, now I really know he’s crazy.

“From then on, I planned on how I would take you. It’s been my goal ever since.”

I was still staring into his eyes and I saw his expression soften. What was with this guy? First he’s all crazy and now he’s all sweet? He must have a horrible case of bi-polar disease.

“Why didn’t you just try to date me before you took such drastic measures?” I asked, curious to know the answer.

“I have my reasons,” he inched closer so that our legs were touching. “Now that you’re mine, I’m never letting you go.”

Harry caressed my cheek gently and gave me a lingering kiss on my other cheek. As he rose from the bed, I covered the spot he kissed with my hand.

“See you in a bit, Veronica. Dinner is almost finished.”

With those final words, he left, leaving me sitting alone on the bed.





A few minutes after Harry left, I laid back on the bed and cried. I felt so scared and helpless. There was nothing I could do. Ava, Laney, and Dad must be worried sick. I couldn’t help but think of never seeing them again. What if that turns out to be true?

This only made me cry harder. I tried to muffle my loud sobs so that I couldn’t be heard. What happens if Harry gets tired of me? Would he kill me? A thousand questions ran through my head as I rocked back and forth in desperation.

No. I will not succumb to weakness. I’m not that type of girl. I rolled off the bed, forcing my tears to stop and pulled off my tight dress. Exhaling loudly, I stripped my under garments too. There was a drawer full of new clothes so I decided to put them to use. I searched thoroughly, pulling out a blue University of Kentucky hoodie and some gray sweatpants. I have to admit, it surprised me to find something like that in the closet. But Harry did confess he basically stalked me for a year so I guess it wasn’t that hard to find out I was a hardcore college basketball fan. Especially when it came to my home state of Kentucky.

I sighed, acknowledging the fact that I would possibly not be going to college there. Wouldn't get to live out my dream of becoming a lawyer. Wouldn't get to play my soprano saxophone in the band. Nothing, I wouldn't get to do anything but just spend my days with psychotic Harry.

I cringed when a malodorous odor filled my nose. Soon, I realized it was coming from me and I stuck out my tongue in disgust. There was no way I would be able to handle this stench for a whole night. Maybe Harry would be generous enough to let me take a shower.

Just as I thought that, the bedroom door opened. In stepped Harry, and I scrambled for something to cover my naked body with. Great. Just my luck. What perfect timing he had.

His neutral expression turned into a mischievous smirk. “Wow. I wasn’t expecting this to happen this early, but-“

“-Don’t finish that sentence,” I interrupted him, cheeks flushing bright red.

Harry never took his eyes off of me and I was beginning to become angry. “Can I take a shower before dinner?”

“Of course,” he said, “just come up when you’re ready.”

He left, leaving the door wide open. I rolled my eyes and pulled out a pair of lacy black underwear and a matching bra. It seemed that was basically all of the undergarments that were in the drawer, which was not a total surprise to me. Since Harry had been watching me, who knows how many times he'd seen me naked. I shuddered at the thought, shiver traveling up my spine.

I pulled my dress back on and stepped outside. This time, I went right instead of left. This led me to the kitchen where Harry was stirring a pot of some type of food. It smelled absolutely delicious, and thankfully it masked my horrid body odor.

“Where’s the bathroom?” I asked, pulling my clothes tighter to my body.

Harry turned in my direction and pointed. “Right behind you.”

I nodded and began walking towards the bathroom. Just as I turned the handle, a hand was placed on my shoulder.

“I could join you if you want. Just to save water,” he whispered seductively in my ear.

Harry turned me around so that I was now facing him, pushing me up against the door. He pressed himself into me, lowering his head to my neck. I whimpered from his touch. This was not happening. I only just met the guy and i wondered how he wasn't repulsed from my stench.

Harry raised his head again to look at me. He leaned closer, his lips touching mine. He kissed me softly, placing his hands on my cheeks to keep me from moving. And just like that, he stole something that I can never get back. My first kiss.

It was what I had expected a first kiss to be like. Soft and tender. Loving and sweet. But he must've know that I had never been kissed since it was actually pleasing.

When he pulled away, his eyes were closed. “I’ve waited so long to do that. And it feels good to know that I was your first.”

Harry gently tapped my loose lips and I was released as he returned to his work. Dumbfounded, I went into the bathroom, making sure to lock it in case Harry changed his mind about the shower.

Before stepping into the tub, I noticed there was a window in the bathroom. I hastily went to it, looking outside. There was nothing that resembled Kentucky. There were no vast green pastures or hills that went on for miles. No nothing. Just roads.

This only made me lose more hope in returning home.





A steaming plate of food was sat in front of me. It was my favorite, grilled teriyaki chicken with homemade macaroni and cheese. The dish reminded me of Dad and how he made it for me all of the time because I asked for it almost every day.

I sighed. Dad…

“Eat up. I know it’s your favorite,” Harry smiled as he ate a forkful of cheesy goodness.

I reluctantly picked up my fork and cut off a piece of chicken, slowly putting it into my mouth. My stomach was too upset for me to eat anything right now, but I tried. It was surprisingly good. Just like Dad's.

“If you’re good, you’ll receive rewards like this more often. But if you misbehave, you will be punished.” Harry placed his hand on top of mine.

I understood what he was doing. He was showing me how I would be treated if I were obedient. If not, then I really don’t want to know what would happen. His notions really kept a person on their feet.

I swallowed a bite, getting my appetite back and began shoveling in more food. When I was finished, I glanced around the kitchen. On the counter in the corner, were three bags of Chex Mix. There were even a couple of Hershey’s Cookies & Cream candy bars lying around. All my favorites. Wow. This boy had really done his research. I was curious to see what was in the fridge. I was hoping Ben and Jerry’s.

“Where am I?” I asked. The least he could do was tell me where he was keeping me captive.

Harry paused before answering me, and smiled. “You’re in London.”

Did he really just tell me I was in London? LONDON? Of all the places he could've taken me. He took me to London!

He walked to my side of the counter and put his arms around my waist. “You’ll love London,” he breathed on my neck.

There was definitely no getting back home now. I started to cry and Harry swiveled my chair around, crouching in front of me.

“What’s wrong?” He asked with concern.

I cried harder. There was no holding back now. I needed to release this built up tension in my body. “Everything!” I yelled. “You took me from my home all away across the country! How am I supposed to get back now?”

Harry’s softened expression turned almost angry. “You don’t need to go back. You’re safe with me. Can’t you see? You’re friends didn’t care about you. They only used you to make them feel better about themselves. I, on the other hand, love you for who you are: a beautiful, smart, and amazing girl.”

Harry now stood, hugging me to his chest. I could feel his muscles through the thin fabric of his shirt. They made me feel protected. I just wanted to crawl into his arms and stay there all day.

What? No, Veronica. This guy is your kidnapper. You don’t know what he’s capable of. “What about my dad?” I asked, looking up into Harry’s eyes. I was hoping he could see the pain he was causing me.

Harry sighed. “You know you’ll never see him again, right?”

That was where I drew the line. “Just let me go!” I cried out, fisting his V-neck t-shirt.

Harry’s green eyes grew darker and his expression grew angrier. He gripped my shoulders tightly. “Veronica, you don’t need them! I’m the only one who cares about you! Is my love not enough?”

I stopped crying long enough to process his words. Was he serious? Harry really was crazy and I needed to get out of here quick, before he went off the deep end.  
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