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-Miranda's POV-

Day Two

I stayed in the bedroom all day, since the the moment I woke up til my head hit the pillow that night. I didn't eat at all day two, though my stomach was growling to nourish it. Harry came to the door at least twice every hour, begging me to come out and eat something. The only time I did go out was when I had to use the rest room, which was only twice.

"Miranda, please come out." I ignored him, no matter how hard he banged on the door, no matter how high he screamed. I didn't want to come out, I was scared of him. Which is odd, cause I wasn't scared before but I was after that night. I had finally noticed him screaming at night, which had woken me up at least twice. I had the urge to go and check on him, but I didn't.

I turned on the T.V in the bedroom and clicked it on the news, where my picture had popped up along with Harry's.

"Miranda Jenner-Olsen age seventeen went missing the night of May eighteenth at the reception hall of her father's wedding. It's been told she was last seen with Harry Styles, who is wanted for the rape and murder of Chelsea Martin. Any information on either Miranda or Harry's where a bouts please call the number on the screen." I clicked the T.V off.

Harry hadn't raped nor killed the girl.

Day Three

I finally had the urge to eat something, and I had gone out to the kitchen when I knew Harry wasn't downstairs. Someone must've come or he must've gone out because the fridge and cabinets were all filled with food.

I had taken a shower, but mostly stayed in the room. Harry still had come down at every hour pleading for me to come out and talk to him. I didn't see why he cared so much, he should've just left me at the reception hall. His screams though are unbearable that night, they had only gotten worse, louder. I heard him come downstairs that night and I heard a vase or something smash, glass shattering on the ground.

I hid under the covers from the loud noises, wanting to escape.

Day Four
*Present day*

I was awake all night, last night from Harry's screams. Unable to fall back asleep. I had just listened to the tick of the clock that hung over the vanity in the room. Once it had hit seven o'clock my stomach had growled. I was a bit hungry, and hadn't eaten since noon yesterday. I tip toed all the way over to the door unlocking it. I looked both ways before entering the kitchen.

When I walked in there was glass everywhere, it looked like the mirror that had hung in the living room. I grabbed the broom and started to sweep it up. There were many small pieces on the ground so I was going to have to get the vacuum out for this, if there was one. "You don't have to clean that, I'll get it." I looked over to find Harry coming down the stairs with his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's fine I got it." I picked up the last of the big pieces of glass, sweeping it all in to the dust pan.

"Really, let me. I made the mess, I can clean it." He walked over to me and grabbed the broom and dust pan from me. I didn't feel like arguing and so I let him. He walked over to the garbage and dumped it all in. I was going to go over and do the dishes that Harry clearly hadn't done. But before I could I had stepped on a piece of glass, I winced in pain and fell back falling flat on my ass.

"Shit." I cursed under my breath holding on to my foot and bringing it up so I could exactly how big the piece was.

Harry looked back from the garbage and noticed I was on the ground wincing in pain. I attempted to get the piece out of my foot but it was far to deep in for me to get with my nubs that I called finger nails. "Here, let me." He walked away and walked down the hall and into the bathroom bringing back an emergency kit. He pulled out a pair of tweezers. He grabbed a hold of my foot and within a couple seconds the pain was no more.

"Thanks."

He then got the bottle of peroxide "-this is gonna hurt a bit." He then dabbed it on to a cotton ball and applied to my foot. I closed my eyes when the pain hit, and it hurt more then the glass did its self.

"Thank you." I said again, since it didn't feel like he heard me the first time.

"No problem, nice to see you out of the room." He smiled. He finished picking up the rest of the pieces with a wet paper towel. I found myself in the living room sitting down starring out the window. I crossed my legs and put my hair up in a ponytail.

Harry came over after a bit and took the seat across from me. He didn't say a word to be nor did I speak a word to him until I had started to wonder how long I'll be here, trapped in this house, with him out of all people. "How long will I be here?" I asked him, his head popped up from looking at the ground.

"I don't know, not until this dies down in the media. Two weeks, maybe three. Who knows really. Michael Jackson's death has been in the media forever." I chuckled, it was true it's been over four years and they still talk about his death until this day.

"But he was the king of pop." I reminded him.

"True, but remember the Kasey Anthony story? Years as well."

"A little girl who died from a mother who poisoned her? You can't be that heartless Harry." I said, remembering that case. It had been on for what seems like forever until her trial came up where she was found innocent, though she was totally guilty.

"And a girl who was kidnapped by a man who's wanted for rape and murder is much different?" Then it hit me, this could be a pretty big story. My mother did these stories all the time for her news show, when she traveled all over the world. If that's the case who knows how long Harry will keep me here for. I have graduation in a few weeks, and I have to be there. I will just not graduate, I will not repeat the school year over again.

"But you didn't rape the girl nor murder her."

"You know that, but the police don't. My finger prints are all over that gun, and they have pictures at the crime scene of me and you over the body, and me taking you forcefully."

"So why don't I go back and say you didn't do that."

"They'll think you're lying, and that you're covering for me." I kind of saw his point as this time.

"But don't they have the man before and in the security camera?"

"It was blacked out until I was dragging you out." I nodded and didn't ask anything else, even though I had a lot more to ask. I didn't want to pester him to much so that he got mad and broke another mirror, or a vase. "One more question." I was even lying to myself at this point.

"Why did it only show up on you, and why do you think he threw the gun at you?" He looked up at me once more, from the silent cold room turned a bit more when he looked up at me.

"I think I'm being framed."

Notes

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So sorry for this being such a short chapter, but I didn't want to put everything into one chapter and have nothing to write in the future, so I kind of left it at that. Yet for updating, I'm a bit behind. I have been seeing movies with family this weekend plus school Is keeping me away. Sorry =/

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