This is the story of Brittany Allen as her life is drastically flipped on its head.
The original chapters in progress are on my wattpad: http://www.wattpad.com/user/harrysturtles

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8. Swim


His gaze is strong and somehow... Sexy? We keep eye contact as he plays with his floppy chocolate colored hair. I smile at his frustration when his hair falls back onto his face. He shoots me a glare telling me to shut up. "You know, covering that won't make a difference." He looks down towards my almost naked body. I don't know if I should trust him. But in a way, I do. I uncover my body from the touch of my arms. "That's better." He says with a smirk. I roll my eyes and swim towards the edge of the river to get dressed.

"Where are you going, love?" I never noticed he had an accent. His voice is quite raspy, or at least it is in the morning. I turn around to him inches away from me, his eyes staring at my lips. I slap his cheek lightly so he will stop trying to seduce me. It won't work. He throws himself into the water in the direction I slapped him. I try to keep my laugh in but I can't hold it and a giggle exits my lips. I can see him swim beneath me and grab my waist once he comes back up. "Stop! Put me down!" I scream and he obeys, pulling me over him and throwing me into the water. I hold my breath as I splash into the water. I get to the surface and he is flicking his hair again. He looks up from his side and smiles at me. I roll my eyes and swim to my clothes. He lets me be this time, thank goodness.

I push myself out of the water and make my way to my dress. I flip my head a couple times, trying to dry it and pull my dress over my soaked body. I hear the crunching of leaves. I feel his hands upon my shoulder, fingers rubbing against my neck. He moves my hair to one side. I close my eyes and turn to him. "Harry right?" He nods. "I don't know if you are just being sweet, but I would like you to keep your hands to yourself. I'm sorry. It's just I feel guilty about-" I stop myself. Why am I telling him about Niall? He doesn't care. He just wants some action. I brush his hand off me and slip on my shoes. I look around, trying to figure out which way to go from here.

I'm shocked when I feel him grab onto my hand and led me down a path. I try to escape his grasp but he only smiles and holds on tighter, crushing the bones of my hand. I sigh and let him hold me the rest of the way to who knows where. "May I ask where we are going Mr. Kidnapper?"

"Does it really matter doll? You are with me." He says and winks. "But if you must know, we are going to my house."

"Don't call me doll first of all; second, I have a boyfriend, and third, where the hell is your house?" I ask a bit annoyed at his flirty state.

"Feisty little one, aren't you love?" He smiles and squeezes my hand. I squirm out of his grip and kick the back of his knee. He stumbles but recovers fast enough to get me back in to his touch. This time, hugging me from behind. He's too strong for me to escape this one. I let out a sigh and give up. He rests his head in the crook of my neck.

"Are you ready now?" He asks clearly amused. I nod and he unwraps his arms. I start to walk down the path with him behind, making sure I don't try to leave him again. We've been walking for a couple minutes when we reach the end of the forest. I stop and gasp at the view. He bumps into me and scowls. He looks up at me and grabs me by the hand again, walking me to his logged home. It looks like one of those huge luxury cottage lodges. He opens the door for me and I thank him. Why am I thanking him? He kidnapped me! "Tea?" He asks and I nod, following into the kitchen. The whole house is made and furnished with wood. I'm no expert in the wood industry, so I can't tell what kind of wood it is and all that jazz. He opens a cupboard and takes out a Grumpy, from Snow White, mug. He nods towards the cupboard and I grab a plain white mug. He takes it from my hand and lays both cups on the island pouring tea inside the cups. He opens the fridge, one thing that isn't wood, and takes out the milk, tipping it over his cup and then over mine. "Sugar?" I nod and he hands me a container of the substance. I look around for a spoon. He catches on and hands me one. He leaves the room and I take one spoon full of sugar and put in into the mug, swirling it around. I take the metal spoon out of the tea and lay it in the sink. I hold the mug in my hands and wait for him.

He comes back minutes later, fully dressed and holding a pile of clothes. "Here. These are my sister's. She moved out a couple years ago." He places the clothes on the counter and grabs the spoon from the sink and takes the sugar and his mug and sits on a stool. I look through the wide variety of clothing and choose a plain white V-neck and black leggings. "Where is the uhm-" He cuts me off by grabbing my hand again and taking me up the grand stair case and opening the door to a bathroom. I thank him and close the door on him.

What's with this guy holding my hand? I told him I had a boyfriend too. I sigh and strip my old clothes off and put his sister's on. I hope she won't mind. But then again, he said she moved out. I find a comb and run it down my hair. I pull my hair up into a pony tail and walk out of the bath room. He waited for me. He smiles at me and winks. "You look cute, doll." He emphasizes the doll part. We grab our mugs and leave his house. I have no idea how we will get to school from this place. It's in the middle of nowhere! The beep of a car startles me and I look towards the noise. Of course he can drive. He pulls up next to me and pushes the door open. I climb in and close the door behind me.

"Where to?" He asks in a cheeky tone. I roll my eyes and he seems pleased by my annoyance. He ignites the engine and speeds down a small road. He turns the music on and starts to dance along to the Britney Spears Toxic playing on the radio. He dances like a fool and he knows it. It's quite funny but I refuse to give into this. He lip sings it while stroking his chest sexily and stupidly. The song ends and he pouts. I smile that the seductive dancing has finally stopped. He turns the dial. I choke when I hear the lyrics. He slams his foot on the breaks and looks at me concerned. "Are you okay?" He asks showing sympathy. "Yeah it's just my tea went down the wrong way." I lie and he smiles. "I better give you mouth to mouth resuscitation." He leans over and I cover my mouth just in time. "Hey! I'm trying to save your life here!" He says and leans back. I take my hand off my mouth and smile at him teasingly, sticking my tongue out. He rolls his eyes and continues to drive. The song is still playing, taunting me. He starts to hum along.

Say something I'm giving up on you.

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