Kidnapped by One Direction

I wake up far too early for the time I fell asleep, but my bladder feels like it’s about to pop. I walk to the bathroom and pee before deciding to take a shower.

When that’s done, I get dressed in skinny jeans and a long sleeved blue t-shirt.
I sit down on my bed and think about what Harry did last night.
He was the only one who came to my rescue to pull me out of my nightmare.
The nightmare.
It was just a nightmare. Niall would never do anything like that. I don’t think he has the heart.
I didn’t think Harry was capable of doing anything like that either. I knew Niall more, though. He would never. Or was it possible that his Irish charm was just a façade?
All of this thinking was just making me more frustrated. I decided to ignore it and go on with my day as usual, eating breakfast and then settling down to read a book.
My thoughts wouldn’t stay on the words printed on the paper, though. They kept jumping back to Harry. I shouldn’t even care. Maybe he was half asleep, not understanding what he was doing.
But maybe it was something else? He couldn’t care about me…
My thoughts are interrupted by Niall.
“Make me breakfast.” He orders. My eyebrows furrow. I don’t think that was part of the agreement…
Oh…it was. I remember them saying I had to make them meals if I asked.
I stand up and walk into the kitchen, cracking eggs and putting the kettle on to boil. After that’s done, I make toast and spread butter on it.
I walk back into the living room and he takes the plate from me, walking back to his room.
“Clean up the kitchen.” He shouts back to me.
I sigh and begin the dull job of washing pans and dishes. Since I only made a few things, it doesn’t take that long, but it’s still dreadfully boring.
I hear footsteps and whip around, afraid that it’s Niall again. It isn’t though.
I don’t know if it’s better or worse, but it’s Harry.
And god, he looks sexy, standing there in black boxers and nothing else, a sleepy look in his eyes…
What am I thinking? He’s my abductor and besides, he tried to rape me. That’s all I am to these boys. A toy to play with.
“Morning.” He mumbles, barely making eye contact.
“Hey…” I say back. Everything feels really awkward
“I’m…I’m sorry. For everything…I…it was wrong…” he sputters.
That’s his lame apology?
“Harry…you almost RAPED me! If you think i’m going to forgive you…then I don’t know what’s wrong with you!” I yell, storming out of the room.

Notes

it was a bit short. Sorry.
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