The above picture is the layout of the mall that they go to.

Songs to listen to while reading:

Slow – SHY Martin

Where We Land - Ed Sheeran

The Bones- Maren Morris, Hozier

Beige – Yoke Lore

It has been about 3 days since we went out to the club with everyone. I haven't done much since then, just a whole bunch of reading. I love reading, I'm able to create a whole world in my head and my imagination has always been better than my reality. I should start watching movies in the cinema or exercising in the gym for something else to do.

Harry disappears for whatever he describes as 'work', almost every day for a couple of hours. Some days he stays at the house and hibernates in his office for a while. It's hard to avoid Harry when he is in the house when he's the only human contact I get, disregarding the one day a week where Angela comes over to clean. I don't want to be friendly with Harry, he doesn't deserve it but I don't have anyone else.

I take a deep breathe before deciding to adventure round downstairs. I walk down the stairs, maybe I'll eat some food. Making my way over to the kitchen, I don't see or hear Harry anywhere. Maybe he's in his office on the other side of the house, I'm not walking all the way there. It's a big house okay!

I open the doors to enter the kitchen, walking with a pep in my step over to the fridge to see what there is for me to eat. I scan over the different shelves until I find what I'm looking for, a packaged salad that Angela brought. I grab the salad and step back to close the fridge door.

My eyes immediately find Harry leaning on the wall right next to the fridge with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk plastered on his face. "Holy shit! You scared me Harry! You could have made a sound so I knew you were there, my god." I yell, clutching my chest from the fright he gave me.

He laughs deeply at my reaction whilst clapping his hands together in amusement, letting his dimple indent in his cheek. "Well then I wouldn't have gotten the opportunity to scare you if I did that now would I?" He replies.

I roll my eyes at his response, then bending down to pick up the salad that I had dropped from Harry's antics. "I thought you were in your office." I try to reason my dramatic reaction.

He hums in response, trailing behind me with that stupid smile on his face until we get to the glass table. I sit down first and begin opening the packaged salad. "Are you just going to stand there and watch me eat?" I ask, taking the first bite of the salad.

Harry now takes a seat in front of me at the table, "It's just weird to see you eating without me forcing you is all." He replies.

"It's easier now that there's food I actually eat in your house now." I comment, staring at my salad to avoid his green eyes but I can hear the smirk on his face in his voice.

"Touché. So what do you normally eat then?" He asks me, clasping his hands together on the table.

"Uh... just things like salads, soups or fruit sometimes." I reply. I try not to show how uncomfortable the conversation about my eating is making me.

"Is that it?" Harry asks, sounding confused.

I nod in response, taking another bite of my salad. "What about chocolate or biscuits? What about ice-cream or I don't know... Burgers?" He asks me.

I begin tapping the table nervously, "I really don't have to justify my eating habits to you Harry." I snap.

" 'm sorry, just get concerned sometimes." He mumbles. I look up and see that he is staring at his hands, twisting his rings. He seems to do that when he's nervous or uncomfortable. This really isn't a conversation I want to have, it's none of his business.

To change the subject quickly I blurt, "My period is going to start soon so I need some pads." What? Periods really shouldn't be as secret as they are, it's a normal bodily function that should be normalised. I refuse to sugar coat things to make men feel better.

"Oh, yeah. Of course, no problem. We can go to the mall later if you want? Or I can go if you don't want to go with me." Harry babbles, sounding unsure of himself.

"I'll come with you." I mutter. I'm a bit nervous to finally go to this mall, knowing that everyone I see is part of this gang.

"We can go now if you want?" He suggests, sitting up straighter in his chair.

I nod in response and run to the bedroom to grab the Nike trainers. I'm wearing a white t-shirt and some black leggings, it's not like I have many options or there is anyone to impress. I put the trainers on and tie them up before meeting Harry who is waiting in the golf cart when I enter the garage.

"So we're taking the golf cart then..." I state, climbing into the seat next to Harry.

"We are. There aren't any seat belts so you better hold on." He instructs, giving a small wink before smirking. I turn to look away from Harry to try and hide the slight blush in my cheeks. Why the hell am I blushing? I need to get my shit together.

Harry begins reversing out of the garage, the golf cart makes a very loud beeping sounds while doing so. Once we are out of the garage and onto the road, he begins driving towards the mall. We are just passing the house next to his when he comments, "That's where Louis lives."

"It looks like a nice house." I reply, staring at the house until Harry drives past it and I lose sight of it.

"Do you play golf or do you just have a golf cart because you can?" I decide to ask out of interest. He doesn't seem like the sporty kind.

He surprises me, "I play golf a lot actually, mainly with Niall." My eyebrows raise at his response.

We arrive at what looks like a small strip mall, there must be a maximum of around 10 stores. Harry parks the golf cart in one of the parking bays in front of a store that says 'Tesco'.

We walk towards the Tesco that is situated in the middle of all the stores, side by side. The sliding doors open when we near the entrance. Harry walks off towards where the shopping carts are stored.

"Get in." He instructs. I cross my arms over my chest and furrow my eye brows slightly.

"What do you mean?" I question. He can't be seriously suggesting what I think he is.

He strides over to me and grabs a hold of my arm, gently guiding me closer to the shopping cart, "Hurry up." He insists. He's a stubborn man, I know he won't let up so I do what he asked and climb into the shopping cart. I sit facing towards Harry who has begun to push the cart, as if this is completely normal. I make myself more comfortable and cross my legs underneath me.

"What is the point of this?" I ask Harry. I shake my head and can't help but smile at the situation as he scans over the fridge shelves in the isle.

He shrugs his shoulders, "Thought it would be easier to keep my eye on you and make it more fun for you." I can tell that he's trying not to smile as well.

I scoff at his reply, "I'm not a child Harry, I'm not going to run off." He smiles, sensing my joking tone.

"What fruit do you want?" He asks, changing the subject.

I look to my left to scan over all of the fruit options, "Anything, I'll eat absolutely any fruit that there is."

Harry begins grabbing a bag on apples, oranges and a large box of grapes. He puts them down in the cart in front of my legs. He pushes the cart, constantly looking from his left to his right, scanning the shelves. I need to stop staring at him before he notices.

We start going down a sweet isle. He begins throwing things into the cart like a mad man from Dairy Milk chocolate bars to red liquorice. I hope he knows that this stuff is for him because I won't eat it. We wonder down the aisles, Harry making me giggle when he slowly started to bury me under all of the groceries.

"Harry!"

I look at Harry who also seemed to have heard his name being called, he turns around and I think I saw him roll his eyes before replying a reluctant, "Hi Stacey."

"Hey baby, I haven't seen you in ages. You okay?" The tall blonde with the high-pitched voice ask's, immediately playing with Harry's blouse in a flirtatious way. She looks like she could be a Victoria secret model, she's that kind of attractive. Her low top shows off her massive cleavage, her high waisted shorts accentuate her butt wonderfully. I wish I had a body like hers.

Harry clears his voice and tries to take a step away from her subtly. "I'm fine Stacey." He speaks in a monotone voice. Only now does the barbie notice that there's another person who is sitting in the shopping cart like a total weirdo, buried deep in the groceries.

"And who is this Harry?" She asks, sounding confused.

"Initiation." Is all Harry states, shifting from one foot to the other. He looks uncomfortable with Stacey's presence.

This makes Stacey smile with a petty look on her face, "Aw so she's like your little charity case? Cute." The bitch snickers, talking as if I'm not even here.

I decide to rise above her shallowness and just ignore her. What would I even say? 'Oh your boobs and butt are way too perfect?'. I'll just save myself the embarrassment.

"I've got to go, I'll see you later." Harry states, slowly inching the cart forward and further away from bitchy Stacey.

"Oh, okay baby. Haven't seen you at the strip club in a while, you must come visit again. I miss you." Harry and I's eyes widen simultaneously at her confession. He's gorgeous enough to get any girl that he could want so I'm sure that there have been quite a few in his past. I don't know if he is seeing anyone at the moment, he hasn't mentioned anything but maybe that's where he disappears every day for a few hours and it isn't actually 'work'.

"Bye Stacey." Harry mumbles, walking at a fast pace in the opposite direction to Stacey. I lean my head slightly to the side to see if Stacey is still standing in the same spot. She sees me looking at her and winks at me, giving me a condescending smile and a small wave. Bitch.

"Sorry about her." Harry mutters under his breathe, his hands seem to be clutching the shopping cart tightly. He isn't walking as fast now, back to his strolling pace.

"I would say that she seems nice but I would be lying if I did." I confess, causing a loud cackle to leave Harry's mouth. He throws his hand over his mouth, embarrassed from the loud sound.

"Do you need anything else before we go back to the house?" Harry asks, stopping the cart to look at me.

I tilt my head to the side and try to stop a smirk from forming on my face. "Have you seriously forgotten or are you too embarrassed?" I question.

Harry's eyes dart from side to side and his eye brows furrow in confusion. "Pads Harry! The whole reason we are here!" I reply, trying not to laugh whilst I do.

"Oh shit, sorry. Forgot about that..." Harry trails off, pushing the car further down to the end of the aisle we were already in. I scan the shelves until I see what I'm looking for.

"Wait." I instruct, causing Harry to stop the cart. Those ones..." I say, pointing to the pack of pads that are on one of the high shelves. "The purple ones."

Harry reaches for them, grabbing the pack I described and handing it to me. "Those ones?" He asks.

"Yeah, thanks." I reply with a closed-lipped smile.

Harry pushes the cart to where the cashiers are before he begins unloading everything onto the belt. "Hey Jane." Harry greets the lady behind the till.

"Hi Harry." She greets back. It seems like Harry knows everyone that we come across. Well, I suppose everyone is in the same gang so you must know everyone but it just feels weird, it feels like we're in a normal shop but we're not. We're in a food shop that is in a gang's compound.

Harry pays for the groceries and when I climb out of the cart, he laughs at the fact that I begin walking like a new born baby deer since my legs are numb. We make our way over to the golf cart and put all of the shopping bags into the big storage basket on the back.

"Everyone who works in the shops in the malls, are also part of the gang. We get things imported from the outside like food stock and things like that but everyone in the compound is part of the gang." Harry explains to me, I must have seemed confused at the till when he was speaking to the cashier. "Come, we'll get you some more clothes whilst we're here."

We entered a clothing store that had the name 'Bella and Bloom' on the front. Harry told me to fill the carrying basket with clothes I wanted, so I did. It was a really nice clothing shop actually; it had more of a younger person's kind of fashion.

I managed to get some vintage looking t-shirts, a couple pair of jeans and trousers, a few long dresses and a pair of Converse. I even snuck some G-strings in so that Harry didn't see them. I've always worn G-strings and I really can't wait to get out of these granny panties I've been wearing for the past two weeks. They are for me, not for anyone else.

Once Harry paid for the clothes, we made our way back to the golf cart. I would say a thank you to Harry for all of the things that he bought for me but he was the one who kidnapped me so it's his own problem, although it doesn't seem like money is any issue for him so I don't think I'm affecting him at all.

"Do you want to drive back?" Harry asks me before we sit down in the golf cart.

"I've never driven one before though... and I don't know the way back to your house." I ramble, trying to express the reasons for why this would be a bad idea.

"It's a golf cart, not a plane. You'll be fine, Lexi. I'll direct you back to the house." Harry bargains, I try to ignore how much I like the sound of my new nickname falling from his mouth.

"Okay fine, but if I crash then it's your fault." I reply. I stand up to climb out of the golf cart but Harry holds my waist and directs my waist past his whilst he slides over to the passenger side. I'm just going to ignore the fact that my ass just grazed Harry's crotch area.

"It's just like driving a car." Harry explains, reaching towards the steering wheel to flick a switch causing a loud beeping to occur. "Now just reverse out the spot."

I press the exhilarator softly and move slowly out of the spot, constantly looking at my surroundings to make sure that I don't scratch the cars parked next to the golf cart. Once I am safely out of the parking spot, I turn the wheel and start driving towards the way that we came.

"See, you're a natural." Harry states, leaning back to rest on his hands.

I drive the golf cart cautiously, Harry directing me when I need to make the correct turns. I glance to my side to see Harry has his eyes closed, looking completely relaxed. This is a perfect opportunity to get him back for this morning in the kitchen.

I make sure no cars are behind me or approaching me first. I then swerve the wheel harshly to the right so the golf cart jerks, giving a fake scream to make it seem like we're about to crash. I press the break to stop the golf cart harshly. This causes Harry's whole body to jerk forward, slapping his hands on the dashboard from the force, snapping his head towards me with wide eyes and a terrified look on his face. He finally realises what I've done when he notices how hard I'm laughing.

"That's for... this morning." I reply through the laugh that I can't seem to withhold.

Harry tries to keep a straight face but my laughing only increases, tears start to form in my eyes. He covers his face but his shaking shoulders and dimple popping in his cheek reveal his laughing. It's such a beautiful sound.

The golf cart stays stopped in the middle of the road since Harry and I can't seem to stop laughing. I'm clutching my stomach because of the sharp pain from laughing too much. Harry is trying to take deep breaths but keeps failing.

Our laughing begins to slowly quieten down until we hear a loud car horn sound behind us, causing us both to jump slightly. We both snap our heads to look at each other and burst into endless giggles once again.

Authors note:
Liberosis is nearly at 600 reads and I just wanted to say a huge thank you to everyone. I love and appreciate every single one of you.

What do we think of Stacey?

The sexual tension was at a minimum in this chapter but it only goes up from here.

Hope you're all keeping safe and looking after yourselves!!