Songs to listen to while reading:

Flashed Junk Mind – Milky Chance

Hurt Somebody – Noah Kahan, Julia Michaels

It has been a week since Harry drugged me and kidnapped me. It's been a week of reading lots of books, avoiding Harry, arguing with Harry when I did see him about stupid things like who left the milk out of the fridge. It's a weird feeling, it kind of feels like Harry is just my roommate and we're living together.

Harry has 3 rules. The first one is that I can do whatever I want when I'm in his house, but as soon as we are outside, I need to act disciplined since girls that have been kidnapped are supposed to not have any free will, basically they are supposed to be miserable. The second one is that I mustn't talk to anyone out of his friend group without him being there, he explained that people from the gang will kill me if I say the wrong thing without even blinking. And the third rule is that I'm not allowed to eat his Cheerio's, it seems like a silly rule but the serious look on Harry's face when he told me said otherwise. Good thing that I don't eat Cheerio's I guess.

I roll out of bed and walk into the bathroom to turn the shower on so the water can warm up.

I've had a lot of time over the past week to wonder round this massive house as well. I have never been in such a huge house, money does not seem to be a problem for Harry.

The house from the back garden.

You name it and Harry's house has it. Movie theatre? Check. Gym? Check. Indoor pool? Check. The fucker even has a golf cart that he uses around the compound. I've literally gotten lost on 3 occasions in the house. Most of my time has been spent in the small library, he has quite a good collection of books actually.

I undress myself and lean to put my hand under the water flowing from the shower. Once I decide that it is warm enough, I climb under the stream and close my eyes to enjoy the warmth spreading through my body.

It's weird because it's hard to be mad at Harry when most of the time he is being sweet, trying to make sure I've eaten or checking if there is anything I want him to buy me from the mall. The rest of the times, we argue and god damn that boy has a temper. He likes to smoke a lot too; I've never liked smoking. It's hard to remember that I'm actually being held hostage in this place without my consent when Harry makes it feel like we are just roommates.

I've calmed down since that first day when I woke up here, I cried a lot the first 3 nights but I then realised that it's not like my life was great before anyways so might as well throw a kidnapping in there to call it the cherry on top.

I think a lot about what will happen when people notice that I'm missing but then I come to the sad realisation that there aren't that many people that would even notice. There's Mary but she will probably just replace me the second that she realises that I'm not coming back. It's not like my parents will notice. I suppose the hotel that I was staying in will have just removed my suitcases from the room, probably not thinking much about it. The only person would be Caleb but I'm always joking about running away and never turning back so maybe he'll just move on with his life? It's quite sad really when I think about it...

Turning the shower off, I then step out and wrap the towel round my body before walking out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

The clothes that are in the closet are mainly some oversized plain t-shirts, leggings, granny panties, a pair of Nike trainers and a few dresses that are actually really pretty. Harry said that Angela chose the clothes. Speaking of Angela, Harry was right, I do like her. She came to visit that next morning and let me tell you, for someone who is the wife of one of the gang leaders, she is an absolute sweetheart. She's middle aged with short brunette hair that falls just above her shoulders. I immediately got along with her, she even said that she would bring some of the food that I actually eat the next time she comes to visit, which is tomorrow.

I throw on a grey shirt and a clean pair of black leggings. I hear a soft knock on the door. "Yes?" I reply, raising my voice so Harry can hear me.

The door opens and Harry walks in, "I made some lunch for us to eat." He explains.

"I'm not hungry." I reply, closing the closet doors.

"Can we please not argue about this again? You don't eat enough Alexa. Just a couple pieces of toast and I'll leave you alone for the rest of the day." He bargains. I hate when people comment on my eating, it's no one's business but mine.

"Fine." I huff and walk past him, making my way down the stairs and to the kitchen. I sit down at the glass table that has a plate with 2 pieces of toast placed on it. I sniff the bread to find that there's jam spread onto the bread. I force myself to not think of the calories, taking a bite.
It's kind of funny that even when I've been kidnapped, I still worry about shitty things like calories... whoops.

Harry walks into the kitchen and grabs his own plate from the kitchen counter and sits at the place across from me. "We're going out later." He states casually, still taking bites of his own toast.

My eyes widen slightly, "Where are we going?" I ask.

"To the club that's in the centre. Niall and the others are going as well, the girls want to meet you." He explains.

"What girls?" I urge. This jam on the toast is actually really nice. I think Harry and I have been living off of cereal, toast and eggs. I don't feel comfortable enough to offer that I cook us something, it's his house, not mine.

"Uhm... they are the girls that the others had to... to you know... kidnap." Harry stutters.

I forgot that I'm not the only one that's been kidnapped and brought into the compound. "Oh, I see. What are they like?"

"Hailee, Zendaya and Cara are really nice. Cara just joined recently like you, just a couple of weeks ago actually. Margot's a bit... I don't know. She can be a bit weird but Louis seems to actually like her so who am I to judge her?" He rambles before taking the last bite of his toast.

"I'm guessing I'm going to have to wear one of those short dresses in the closet, right?" I reply, finishing the last bite of toast from my plate before taking both of our plates over to the sink to swill.

Harry stands up and begins walking towards me. "You don't have to, I could go to the mall and get something else for you if you want? I would have to get your size—" He starts rambling, playing with his rings.

"It's fine, I'll manage." I interrupt while putting the plates into the dishwasher to be cleaned. "What time do I need to be ready?"

"We'll leave at around 9. Angela is coming over later since she can't come tomorrow, is there anything that you want me to ask her to bring?" Harry asks me, leaning on the counter.

"Just some basic makeup things would be nice and maybe some Doc Martins or something to wear for tonight as well?" Got to make his pockets hurt right?

He doesn't even hesitate before replying, "Not a problem, anything else?"

"No, that's all, I think. Angela told me last time that she's going to bring some foods that I actually eat when she comes over." I comment, glancing at the clock on the wall. "That means I've got 7 hours before I need to be ready so I think I'm going to go have a nap now."

Harry doesn't verbally reply, he just stares at his feet before nodding. I make my way back to the bedroom.

I wonder if the other girls are going to be nice to me, I hope they aren't bitchy. Girls can be bitches when they want to be. I guess I'll find out soon enough.

Authors note:
Just kind of a filler chapter, promise that the next one is more interesting.

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