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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10. Time For a Makeover

I woke up to what felt like someone poking my face. As my eyes slowly drifted open, I came face to face with Harry who was smiling proudly at me. He then dipped his head and began to leave sweet kisses on every area of my face. I giggled and playfully pushed him away, finding myself actually enjoying this.

“I love waking up to you,” Harry whispered in my ear, wrapping his arm around my waist to pull me closer to his body. It was then that I realized he was shirtless.

My body stiffened when I felt his warm skin touch me. This was an odd feeling for me. Never had I ever slept in a boy’s bed before. Yet again, Harry had taken another first from me.

This isn’t normal. Get out of the bed, Veronica.

My conscience was telling me the thing that I should do, but I didn’t want to do the right thing. I wanted to lay with Harry even though him being shirtless gave me an uneasy feeling.

“I’ve got a surprise for you today,” Harry said, beginning to cover my neck with kisses again. “You may not like it, but it’s something we have to do if I’m going to take you out.”

This confused me. Eyes widening, I played the scenarios of what the surprise could be over and over in my mind. It was something he was going to do to me. How odd. However, when he mentioned taking me outside, I became a little hopeful.

“You’re taking me out?” I asked excitedly, sitting up in bed, looking at Harry promisingly.

He smiled. “Of course. I’d love to take you out. But you have to promise me you won’t try and run.”

I nodded eagerly. Come to think of it, running away didn’t even cross my mind. Harry had now planted this idea in my head. Of course, I would plan something. I needed to get away from this life. Missing Dad, Ava, and Laney consumed me more than anything and I had to get back to them. Harry would forget about me soon after I escaped anyway, right?

Harry rolled out of bed and stuck out his hand for me to take it. “Come. Let’s have breakfast.”

We had a quick breakfast that consisted of a bagel smeared with cream cheese, raspberries, and blueberries. Rather on the healthy side, I know. I then dressed quickly in a dark blue sleeveless sundress, which would definitely meet Harry’s approval.

When I skipped out of my room, I noticed that the bathroom door was open and the light was on. “Harry,” I called out, peeking my head in the doorway. “Are you in here?”

Harry was inside, adjusting some items around the sink. What I saw lying there freaked me out a little. A pair of scissors sat on the edge, along with different types of brushes, and, believe it or not, dark brown hair dye.

I had an idea of what this stuff was for, but I asked anyway. “W-what is all this stuff?”

Harry ignored my question and stepped behind me, closing the door and locking it. I began to panic, fear rising within me. I turned around to find Harry staring down at me. His eyes were filled with apology and remorse.

His hand rose to my head. He began to gently roll through my blonde locks and he whispered, “I’m going to miss your hair. But in order for me to take you out, we have to do this.”

That’s when I realized he wanted to change my hair so people wouldn’t notice me. I had been all over the news recently and I’m sure everybody had my face engraved in their brains. But since he wanted to do this, nobody would notice me now and I might not ever get home…

I grabbed his arm as he pulled me forward onto the chair sitting in front of the sink. “You don’t have to do this,” I said. My voice was filled with panic because I knew there was nothing I could do about the situation. “I’ll be good. I promise. Just take me some place where there’s no one around.” I pleaded with him until tears started to form in my eyes. I didn’t want to change my hair. It was the only thing I actually liked about myself.

“You know I can’t do that, Veronica. Please, don’t be difficult. It’ll only make things harder for the both of us.”

A quiet sob escaped me and I turned to face myself in the mirror. Harry looked too and he saw the pain in my eyes. But he shook it off, grabbing the scissors from the sink.

When I heard the first snip, I instantly started to cry. But I didn’t struggle because I knew Harry would somehow find a way to do this to me anyway. Whether it was tying me down or knocking me out, I knew he would do it.

I closed my eyes and cried the entire time. I cried with each strand of hair that was snipped off. My shoulder was nudged minutes later to let me know that Harry was finished. My hair was now shoulder length. He had cut a couple inches off and now it was gone. All gone…

All thanks to Harry.

I sat there numbly when Harry washed my hair in the dye. I watched his expression change. It was serious, like he was working hard to make everything perfect.

I can’t believe I actually fell for him. How stupid of you, Veronica.

When he was finished, he blew my hair dry and I looked in the mirror one last time. The dark brown, that was now my hair, was glossy and I couldn’t believe my eyes. I actually looked good. My hair looked good. Harry stared right along with me.

“I knew you would look just as beautiful. Better even,” he beamed, kissing the top of my head.

I stormed out of the bathroom, angry that he would even do this to me in the first place. Why was he acting like everything was okay? It wasn’t, at least not for me. My identity had been changed. Everything about me was changed. I didn’t want to be like this. All I wanted was to go home.

I ran to the front door, yanking at the doorknob that just wouldn’t budge. Tears started to form in my eyes again and my effort began to slow.

“Veronica! What are you doing?” Harry wrapped his arms around me, pulling me from my only exit. He spun me around and placed his hands on my shoulders.

“I want to go home,” I sobbed before he could say anything else. I felt so broken and I collapsed into his arms.

Harry rubbed soothing circles into my back, which did nothing to help. “This is your home,” he said calmly as if it were actually true.

I pushed off of him, frustrated with him suffocating me. Actually, I was frustrated with everything. He kidnapped me, took me away from my life, and changed my identity. Who wouldn’t be frustrated?

“Don’t be like that, Veronica. Look on the Brightside. I can take you places now,” he said, and I could tell that he was becoming a little annoyed with me by the tone of his voice.

“There is no Brightside. Why would I even want to go anywhere with you? No one’s going to recognize me now and I may never get home.”

I should’ve never said those words. It looked like I had just slapped Harry in the face. Hard. With a baseball bat. His eyes were swarming with darkness amidst the sparkles of green. He came at me and I cowered.

I was roughly pushed back into the wall, Harry’s hands grasping my upper arms tightly. “What do you not get? This is your home now and I’m never letting you go!” He snapped, voice rising with anger. “No one misses you. Not even your dad. He just saw you as some kid he couldn’t wait to get rid of when you went off to college. I’m the only one who cares about you, Veronica! Is that not enough for you?”

His words stabbed at my heart. He was kidding, right? My dad cared about me, right? I didn’t know what to believe. Reality was starting to mix with what wasn’t real; causing me to fall deeper into the depths of a pit of insanity.

I needed to get out of here, soon.

“Just let me love you! Let me do things for you. Let me tell you you’re beautiful everyday because every girl deserves to hear it. Especially you. And let me take you out so people can see what an amazing girl I have.”

His grip loosened and he was now stroking my cheek. I was still tense from all the yelling and my anger hadn’t even remotely gone away.

“I don’t want to go anywhere with you! You’re suffocating. And I need room to breath every once in a while,” I tried to wriggle from his grasp, but he was too strong for me.

“But you’ll try to run if I don’t keep my eyes on you.” Harry no longer stroked my cheek, but held me in place again.

“That’s the point! You kidnapped me, remember? I’m supposed to try to escape!”

He sighed, looking at me with pleading eyes. “All I ask is for you to give me a chance, Veronica,” he stepped closer so that we were touching. “I can be everything you ever wanted and more.”

Harry tilted his head and leaned it forward and I could feel his breath on my neck. I had lost most of my irritation now. How had this boy made me feel like this? He had turned my mood around completely from one touch.

“I can take you out of this world, show you places that you’ve only seen in your dreams if you just give me a chance.”

He released me and I slid down the wall, onto the floor. I sat there staring at the floor for quite sometime, feeling undecided about what to do. It wasn’t even lunchtime and I had already had an action packed day.





A couple hours later, I sat in the bathroom where the only mirror was, and studied my new look. It was odd because I looked nothing like my old self. I almost didn’t even recognize my own reflection.

Running my hands through my hair, I didn’t even notice Harry come up behind me. “Beautiful,” he said, grinning widely as he took in my appearance as well.

I turned to face him, a little confused by his chose of word. “But I look nothing like myself.”

He chuckled and cupped my face in his hands. “Veronica, you’ll always be my girl. You could have no teeth or no hair at all and you would still be my Veronica. I didn’t fall in love with your hair, I fell in love with you.”

His proclamation rendered me speechless. I honestly didn’t know what to say. I was absolutely flattered. Butterflies even fluttered in my stomach. Who knew someone could love someone so much. I certainly didn’t.

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