Kate Wilson is your ordinary 19 year old girl. She has a job at Starbucks and while on her way home from work one night meets a boy who changes her life completely for the worse. Read to find out what happens on Kate's horrific journey of getting to know her kidnapper, Harry Styles.


6. Chapter 6

My eyes flutter open as I awake from my much needed sleep. It takes me a few minutes to process what's going on, this really was happening. It's not a dream, I actually was kidnapped and brought to this old house in the middle of nowhere by a crazy boy by the name of Harry.

I was still tight in his grip, there was absolutely no way I was getting out. I squirmed around the soft blankets of the large bed, trying to loosen his grip. I heard a deep chuckle from behind me. His body pressed against mine.

"What are you doing?" His chest vibrated against my back as he spoke.

"I have to pee." I replied bluntly. There was no use of being afraid of him anymore. I was here and that's it, I'm not going to be getting out of here anytime soon so I can't sugar-coat him hoping that he'll let me escape. "And you still haven't showed me where the bathroom is."

"Ugh can't you wait a little bit longer? I'm quite comfortable like this and I don't anticipate on moving." He groaned.

"Well you wouldn't have to move if you would just show me where the bathroom is." I stated, surprised at my sudden confidence. He didn't say anything. He sat up and pushed the blankets down to the bottom of the bed then grabbed my forearm and dragged me up towards him. He shoved my trembling body up against the wall.

"Don't talk to me that way." He hissed, looking directly in to my wide-horrified blue eyes.

"Okay. I'm sorry." I managed to choke out, his large hands wrapped around my small neck. He let go of me, letting me fall onto the hard floor.

"Get up. I'll show you where the bathroom is." He scoffed. I shakily stood up, my knees felt like they would give out at any second. This makes no sense. One minute I'm so confident I feel as if I could concur him no trouble but the next I feel so small, so weak. I feel as if he's the boss and if I don't listen to him there will be consequences. And I knew there would be. What they could be, I had no clue but I did not plan on finding out. Not right now, not ever.

I slowly walked towards him, keeping my head down so I wouldn't have to make eye contact. Though I couldn't see his facial expression, I knew it was horrific. I could feel his sharp stare dig into me as he led me down the hallway into the bathroom.

"Hurry up. I need to get breakfast ready so you can go back in your chair." Dammit, I had forgotten all about the chair. I would have to spend an entire day tied up in it doing and seeing absolutely nothing.

I made my way through the small bathroom door and closed it behind me. I looked into the mirror that hung on the wall just above the sink and sighed at my appearance. My long brown hair was tangled into a bunch of little knots, my makeup was completely smudged and my eyes had bags underneath them. I looked around the messy bathroom, hoping to find some sort of washcloth I could use to wash my face. I spotted a brown cloth hanging from a towel rack by the bathtub that looked like it hadn't been used. I removed it from the rack and ran it under the warm water from the sink. Once my face looked some-what presentable I put the cloth down and tried to think of something to do with my hair. I remembered the buckle that I always keep on my wrist so I always have an extra in case I am in need of it or the one I have placed in my hair snaps.

Since I didn't have a brush I stuck it up in a messy bun, it wasn't the best I could have done with it but it looked 100% better than it had beforehand. I quickly used the bathroom, I didn't want to keep him waiting. He didn't seem to be in a good mood as it is, I didn't want to make it worse.

I opened the door and walked out. He stood in the exact spot he had when I entered the bathroom. I stood in front of him and waited for him to tell me where to go or what to do but he just stood there.

"I never really noticed this before but you have really pretty eyes." He smirked. Slowly walking towards me, I didn't know what to do. Was that a compliment or was he just going to shove me up against the wall again and threaten me to not take so long in the bathroom next time. My heart beat started to speed up as his body shifted against mine. His arms snaked around my lower back, he looked directly into my eyes.

"Really, really pretty eyes." He left wet kisses down my neck onto my collar bones.

"Harry-" I mumbled.

"Shhh, and I'm not Harry to you. I'm not your friend, sweetheart." His hot breath lingered down the crook of my neck as his chocolate brown curls tickled my cheeks. I pondered on whether I should ask him what I should call him but concluded it was probably best just to keep to mouth shut for the moment.

His long fingers traveled up my sides. I felt my breath hitch as he began to bite at the skin below my jaw.

"Now, I'm going to make you breakfast then you'll go back and sit in your chair. Okay?" He placed one last kiss on my cheek before releasing my shaking body and gripping my hand, taking me down the hallway, once again.

What was with him? One minute he's strangling me, the next he's placing kisses down my neck. Then again, he isn't normal. I came to that conclusion the second he walked into Starbucks, I didn't even have to make eye contact with him to know he wasn't your normal 20 year old.

Sorry if this chapter was kinda crappy. It's really late here and I really wanted to finish it so I wouldn't keep you guys waiting. Please comment your thoughts about the story so far and follow it on Instagram @different_fanfic. Thank you all so much for reading/liking/favouriting I love you all so much! X

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