Stayed Out In The Rain

Ellanquella Petrom is a strong girl. Not. Her body can make even a saint contemplate sinning. She's a bit obliviously aware. A bit of a contradiction, yes, but she knew some things, but other things. Harry Styles has a problem. He wants her. He stalked her for ten months, after she moved to New York two months before. His New Year's Resolution for this year: Make Her His A story of an orthodox kidnapper taking an unorthodox girl.

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1. Chapter One: Locksmith's Be Like

I watched her stand there helplessly. She’d been out there for almost forty minutes now. Cabs claimed to off the clock or full just to get out of work. I’d like to to think of it as God answering my prayers. Her long legs moved swiftly down the bustling streets of New York, as she tried wave down taxis like it was her job. Man, if it was, I’d love to be a driver.

I decided it was time. I walked out of the busy coffee shop briskly, raising no suspicion. I stepped behind her tapping her shoulder softly.

 

“Excuse me, miss?” I ask of her attention.

 

“Uhm, yes?”

 

“I happened to notice that you’ve been trying to catch a cab for almost an hour. Would you like me to just take you where you’re going?” I question her, my British accent soothing her suspicions.

 

“Uhm, I don’t know, sir.” she kindly whispers, unsure.

 

“Well, if you like standing in the cold…” I trail off, backing away and turning on my heel.

 

3…

 

2…

 

1…

 

“Wait!” she shouts.

 

“Hmm?” I hummed in pseudo-interest.

 

“You promise you’ll take me home?” she questions warily.

 

“If that’s where you wanna go…”

 

“It is.” she confirms.

 

“Follow me. My car is right over there.” I order.



 

Didn’t your mother ever tell you don’t talk to strangers.


 

“Turn left at the next light.”

 

As the man, Harry, turns I see my house coming into view.

 

“Stop. It’s right there.” I say, as I start searching for my keys. I as continue to look, I come up empty handed. I look up and notice him staring at me and that the car is parked in my driveway.

 

“Uhm, I think I lost my keys.” I say sheepishly.

 

“Uh, that’s no problem. Call you locksmith people and you can wait at mine’s ‘til they get here.” he offers.

 

“Are you sure?” I ask not wanting to barge in on his day.

 

“No it’s fine. I live alone. I need a little company in my life.” he joked.

 

“Okay.” I say before call my locksmith. Harry starts the car and we were off.


~

 

“No way! So, let me get this straight. You and your friends went camping and Lewis-”

 

“Louis.” he corrected.

 

“Right. Sorry. Louis was swinging on the rope and jumped in! Wow. I would’ve been afraid. Alligators and other creatures could’ve been in there.”

 

“Eh, we’re brave.” he said cheekily, puffing out his chest for emphasis.

 

“You’re about as brave as a deer during hunting season.” I chided.

 

“Oh, hush.”

 

Our banter was cut off by my phone ringing in the kitchen. I get up and answer it, placing it between my chin and shoulder, and grabbing a slice of pizza.

 

“Hello?” I answer.

 

“Miss Petrom?”

 

“Yes?” I question.

 

“This is Dave, your locksmith. I was calling to say we’re done with your changing your locks and getting you a new key. Good thing you called too. It was time for the deadbolt to be changed anyway. So head on over and I’ll be here with the key.”

 

“Will do.” I say, before hanging up.

 

I walk back to the living room and I notice Harry’s not there. I shrug and pack up my things, when I hear a soft, “Ellie?”

 

I look up and see him standing there looking heartbroken.

 

“Oh, um. Locksmiths called. They’re done, so I gonna head over.” I inform.

 

“Oh.” he says.

 

“Uh, thank you for your hospitality.” I respond, walking towards the front door. He grabs my wrist and pulls me to him.

 

“And where do you think you’re going?” he whispers, sending chills down my spine.

 

“Home.” I whimper.

 

“You are home!” he roared angrily.

 

“N-n-no. I live on West Stone Boulevard.” I cry out, as his grip tightens.

 

“No, you don’t!”

 

“Yes, I do. Please, let me go.”.

 

“Baby, stop this isn’t funny.” he orders.

 

“S-s-stop what? Please, stop! You’re hurting and scaring me.” I question through tear filled eyes.

 

“Dammit Ellanquella! Stop fighting me! I’ve waited almost a year for this and you’re ruining it.” he whined, almost resembling a spoiled child who didn’t get the right christmas present.

 

“Please stop this! Just let me go.”




“You’re not going anywhere.”

I watched her stand there helplessly. She’d been out there for almost forty minutes now. Cabs claimed to off the clock or full just to get out of work. I’d like to to think of it as God answering my prayers. Her long legs moved swiftly down the bustling streets of New York, as she tried wave down taxis like it was her job. Man, if it was, I’d love to be a driver.

 

I decided it was time. I walked out of the busy coffee shop briskly, raising no suspicion. I stepped behind  her tapping her shoulder softly.

 

“Excuse me, miss?” I ask of her attention.

 

“Uhm, yes?”

 

“I happened to notice that you’ve been trying to catch a cab for almost an hour. Would you like me to just take you where you’re going?” I question her, my British accent soothing her suspicions.

 

“Uhm, I don’t know, sir.” she kindly whispers, unsured.

 

“Well, if you like standing in the cold…” I trail off, backing away and turning on my heel.

 

3…

 

2…

 

1…

 

“Wait!” she shouts.

 

“Hmm?” I hummed in pseudo-interest.

 

“You promise you’ll take me home?” she questions warily.

 

“If that’s where you wanna go…”

 

“It is.” she confirms.

 

“Follow me. My car is right over there.” I order.



 

Didn’t your mother ever tell you don’t talk to strangers.


 

“Turn left at the next light.”

 

As the man, Harry, turns I see my house coming into view.

 

“Stop. It’s right there.” I say, as I start searching for my keys. I as continue to look, I come up empty handed. I look up and notice him staring at me and that the car is parked in my driveway.

 

“Uhm, I think I lost my keys.” I say sheepishly.

 

“Uh, that’s no problem. Call you locksmith people and you can wait at mine’s ‘til they get here.” he offers.

 

“Are you sure?” I ask not wanting to barge in on his day.

 

“No it’s fine. I live alone. I need a little company in my life.” he joked.

 

“Okay.” I say before call my locksmith. Harry starts the car and we were off.




 

“No way! So, let me get this straight. You and your friends went camping and Lewis-”

 

“Louis.” he corrected.

 

“Right. Sorry. Louis was swinging on the rope and jumped in! Wow. I would’ve been afraid. Alligators and other creatures could’ve been in there.”

 

“Eh, we’re brave.” he said cheekily, puffing out his chest for emphasis.

 

“You’re about as brave as a deer during hunting season.” I chided.

 

“Oh, hush.”

 

Our banter was cut off by my phone ringing in the kitchen. I get up and answer it, placing it between my chin and shoulder, and grabbing a slice of pizza.

 

“Hello?” I answer.

 

“Miss Petrom?”

 

“Yes?” I question.

 

“This is Dave, your locksmith. I was calling to say we’re done with your changing your locks and getting you a new key. Good thing you called too. It was time for the deadbolt to be changed anyway. So head on over and I’ll be here with the key.”

 

“Will do.” I say, before hanging up.

 

I walk back to the living room and I notice Harry’s not there. I shrug and pack up my things, when I hear a soft, “Ellie?”

 

I look up and see him standing there looking heartbroken.

 

“Oh, um. Locksmiths called. They’re done, so I gonna head over.” I inform.

 

“Oh.” he says.

 

“Uh, thank you for your hospitality.” I respond, walking towards the front door. He grabs my wrist and pulls me to him.

 

“And where do you think you’re going?” he whispers, sending chills down my spine.

 

“Home.” I whimper.

 

“You are home!” he roared angrily.

 

“N-n-no. I live on West Stone Boulevard.” I cry out, as his grip tightens.

 

“No, you don’t!”

 

“Yes, I do. Please, let me go.”.

 

“Baby, stop this isn’t funny.” he orders.

 

“S-s-stop what? Please, stop! You’re hurting and scaring me.” I question through tear filled eyes.

 

“Dammit Ellanquella! Stop fighting me! I’ve waited almost a year for this and you’re ruining it.” he whined, almost resembling a spoiled child who didn’t get the right Christmas present.

 

“Please stop this! Just let me go.”



“You’re not going anywhere.”

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