He doesn't feel the same.
It feels like everything is going in slow motion and my heart is shattering. You might find it stupid that I even feel this way towards one of my captors, but I do.
I love him. And he doesn't even want me. Pathetic I know.
I decide to not eat my food and to just lay back down on my mattress and try to fall asleep. Tears fall down my face and I get a rush of anger running through my veins as I grab the bowl of soup and throw it against the wall as hard as I could, and it shatters as soup flies in different directions.
My breathing becomes ragged as I lay back down in my bed, thoughts consuming my brain.
I want to leave. It's not like my father ever payed attention to me but at least it was better than this.
Desmond hasn't been around often, he's out all the time handling god knows what. He told me my dad stopped looking for me, but I don't believe him. My dad wouldn't stop.... Would he?
No. Of course not Lauren, you're just being silly.
Maybe I have a case of Stockholm syndrome and that's why I feel so attached to Harry.
It infuriates me that I would fall for him, but sadly I have.
I crawl up in my mattress and cover myself with a light blanket Harry snuck up here. At least now I don't have to sleep that cold anymore.
I finally drift off to sleep and dream about the one who broke my heart.
2 Weeks Later
"Harry!" I hear a girl scream from downstairs as Harrys bed hits the wall.
I instantly cover my ears and try to drown out the moans of Harry and the girl. This is the tenth girl in two weeks and I'm really getting sick of it.
I bite down on my bottom lip to contain myself from crying.
You may be asking, why are you crying?
Well the answers quite simple really. I love Harry, and the thought of another woman touching him and holding him makes me want to go into his room and drag her out of his bed.
I'm just praying they're done soon.
An hour or so has passed and the noises have finally stopped. I take a deep breath because I know if I don't I will throw anything I can get my hands on.
I hear footsteps coming up the stairs to my room and my heart drops as I scramble to lay down and pretend I'm sleeping.
The door flys open and I hear the footsteps coming towards me.
I hear Harry sigh as he sets a tray of food next to my mattress. And sits on my "bed".
"Are you mad at me or something?" Harry asks and my blood boils.
No Harry I'm just so fucking happy with the fact that you basically rejected me.
I decide not to answer him and just continue to lay on my mattress.
" I know you're awake Lauren"
I sit up on my mattress and turn to face him.
"Are you hungry?" He asks not really knowing what to say and I shrug in response.
"Well I hope you like this crappy ass pasta I made for you" he says laughing a little and I just shrug again as I grab the plastic fork and stir my pasta.
"Come on you always laugh at my little jokes" he says poking me and I flinch in response as he looks at me questioningly.
"Don't touch me" I whisper, my voice cracking.
"I said Don't touch me!" I scream accidentally flinging my plate as it lands all over my body.
I gasp in surprise as Harry works to gather up all the pasta from my body.
"Come on let's get you a bath running"
"No" I say crossing my arms over my chest.
"Do you want to smell like tomato sauce Lauren?" He asks me angrily and I'll admit I was a little scared.
"I'd rather that then go anywhere with you!" I spat and he laughs lightly as I look at him weirdly.
"What's so funny?"
"You act like I can't make you go downstairs and take a bath" he says smirking and I glare at him.
"Watch me" he says walking over to me and picking me up throwing me over his shoulders as I squeal in surprise.
"Let me down!" I say banging my fists on his back and he let's out a loud laugh.
"Not until we are in the bathroom" he says walking down the stairs while I continue banging on his back.
We finally reach the bathroom and he sets me down on the counter as he runs the bath for me.
"You have spaghetti sauce all over your white shirt" I say cringing at the mess and he just shrugs.
"I'll just take it off" he says as he pulls his shirt over his head revealing his toned body.
I cough awkwardly and look away blushing, only to turn back to see Harry smirking at me.
"Like what you see?" He says motioning his hands over his body.
"Stop" I say angrily.
"What did I do?" He asks laughing and I shake my head scoffing.
"Are you really that fucking clueless?" I ask furiously and he looks shocked by my vocab. I don't usually curse.
"Well yeah...kind of" he says crossing his arms.
"You flirting with me is not okay. Acting like you like me when you don't and you obviously made that clear by blatantly telling me that I was fucking delusional and to stop getting my hopes up"
"No let me finish!" I say taking a breath before I continued. "Then you come around with women and sleep with them when I openly admitted my feelings for you! So if you could stop leading me on I would really appreciate it" I finish saying breathlessly and he just stares at the wall behind me before shutting off the bath water.
"Get in I'll be back when you're done" He grumbles as he exits the bathroom.
Once again leaving me, like he always does.
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