Mental

-Miranda's POV-

I woke up in an unfamiliar setting. My hands wandered around the silky sheets until they felt the edge of the bed. I opened my eyes to see I was in an unfamiliar room in an unfamiliar house. Then it hit me, Harry had kidnapped me last night at my fathers wedding. I sat up and leaned up against the wall, looking around. My mother must be worried sick about me, and my father. This probably ruined my fathers night, but it was ruined when he said "I do."

I got out of the bed pulling the covers off of my body and throwing them off to the side. My feet touched the cold ground as shivers ran through my body. I was still in my bridesmaid dress, and have I mentioned it's ugly as hell. I walked over to the door and opened it slowly. The door squeaked and I finally opened it all the way. I walked down the hallway and found Harry sitting at the counter in the kitchen. "Morning." I heard him say as he turned around.

"Where are we?" I asked suddle, trying to hold back my anger that hold with in me.

"I can't tell you, all I can say is where no one can find us." I walked slower towards him, my body shaking.

"Why are we here? What happened last night?"

"It's hard to explain." He said calmly, how can he be so calm in a situation like this. "Explain Harry! Explain what happened last night! Why I'm not at my fathers and why I'm here. Explain!"

"I can't."

"Of course you can't." I exclaimed throwing my hands in the air. I was already tired of his bull shit and it wasn't even ten o'clock yet. I wanted to grab something hard and break it against the wall. I was beyond pissed, furious more like it. I walked over to the house phone connected to the wall and started to dial my mothers cell phone number, until Harry came over grabbing the phone from my hands and yanking the cord from the wall.

He threw the phone into the trash. "No contact."

"And why not?"

"Cause they can track us down with phone calls."

"But my mother needs to know I'm alright."

He walked over to the other house phone in the living room and did the exact same thing smashing it and throwing it into the trash. "For now, your where a bouts will remain a mystery."

I ran my hands through my hair, my fingers getting caught in the knots at the ends. I walked over to the fridge and opened it to see there was absolutely nothing inside. I shut the door and then checked the cabinets, nothing. I didn't even look at Harry before I walked back into the room where I woke up a bit ago and locking myself in it.

I didn't even have my phone with me, I left it in my mothers purse. There was a knock on the door and Harry was calling out for me but I wouldn't answer him. I was to pissed at him to do anything or even respond.

"Miranda open up please." He begged, nothing. I brought my knees up to my chest and bit my bottom lip.

There was more banging and then it stopped. I stayed in the room all day starving myself, I also needed a shower and needed to go to the bathroom. But if I go out there and Harry's there I know I'm only gonna get more pissed then I already am. I unlocked the door and looked side to side looking in the hallway, it was clear. I walked down the end of the hallway until I found the bathroom.

I locked myself in my bathroom, and turned on the hot water in the shower. I stripped down and grabbed a towel from the closet. I got in the shower and started washing my body and then my hair with the shampoo that was there. When I got out I wrapped the towel around my body and grabbed my dress off the ground holding it with my hand.

I walked back into the bedroom and saw there was pancakes laying on my bed on a tray next to a glass of orange juice. He must've left or something to go grocery shopping. I shut the door and locked it behind me. On the pillow there was a set of clothes, a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I quickly slipped them on and swallowed the pancakes down my throat.

I walked back out to the kitchen to see it was empty, no sign of Harry. I put the dirty dishes in the sink and washed them. "You came out." Harry startled me as I saw him walk down the stairs.

"Yeah, thanks for the clothes."

"You're welcome. You look good in them. They were all I had, I have someone bringing you some clothes later."

"Alright, thanks."

I attempted to walk pass him to go back to the bedroom but he grabbed a hold of my wrist. "Can we talk?" He asked. I tried to pull past him again. Every time I try to get away he's always so much stronger then me and I can't seem to help that.

"There's nothing to talk about Harry."

"Don't be this way." He growled.

"Please, I don't want to talk about this right now." He finally let go of me and I walked back into the bedroom.

So many things were running in my mind right now and I had no clue where to start. I walked over to the window that had lacy blue curtain, and white pull up shades. I peeked open one of the shades lines and looked out. There were only a couple other houses but further down the street. I heard there was a knock on the door, and it kept knocking.

Where was Harry? I quickly peeked my head out the door and Harry was once again no where to be found. I tip toed all the way down to the front door and looked through the tiny peep hole on the door. All I could see were brown curls and I knew exactly who it was. I opened the door slowly and Harry came barging in. "Why'd you open the door?" He asked me, his husky voice deeper then I remembered.

"Cause you were obviously locked out." I snarled.

"Don't open the door for anyone." He warned me. I nodded and found myself looking down at his pink plump lips once more. At the most strangest times I found myself oddly attracted to him. I wasn't sure if it was the way he talked to me or the way he made me so weak.

I looked into his eyes and found his eyes were locked on my lips as well as he inched closer to me. Yet this time I didn't back up I let him walk closer to me without any sudden moves. His hand came up to my face as his hand brushed over my cheek. His fingers traveled down to my chin as it tilted it up a bit so I was eye leveled with him. His eyes still glued on my lips, his face came closer.

I did nothing to objectify him but only have his way. In a few short seconds his lips were on mine. His other hand found it's way on to my hip, and I was helpless only enchanted by the kiss. His lips were in synced with mine until I had snapped out of it and realized what I was doing. My eyes opened and I brought my hand up slapping Harry across the face.

"What the fuck!" He yelled bringing his hand up to his cheek where the pain started filling.

"Harry you're mental!" Probably not my best choice of words but it was true. He had kidnapped me, and think he can just kiss me the way he just did, he's fucking insane.

"Baby girl, you have no idea..." He chuckled.

"Don't call me that."

"Then don't slap me across the face."

I groaned throwing my hands up in the air. "You're so infuriating!" He grabbed on to my hands and pushed me up against the wall. I winced in pain that hitting the wall caused my back. He didn't slam his lips on to mine the way I read in books on watch in movies or T.V but all he did was look into my eyes. He finally let go and I silently fell to the ground my knees coming up to my chest.

"When can I go home?" I asked, he didn't answer me but all he did was walk upstairs, leaving me with a bunch of questions but no answers.

-Harry's POV-

I walked upstairs and into my old bedroom, everything was still the same from when I left it here over eight years ago. The twin size bed with the quilt my grand mother had made me. The action figures in the corner of the room that my mother always had told me to clean up, but never did. The hole in the wall from when I jumped off my bed and hit into it, getting a couple stitches that same night.

Everything was the same. Except the fact the house was empty with living people besides Miranda and myself.

I was the only one to hear her muffled cries, and I was useless.

Anger filled me as I got angry the flash back overriding my will. I walked over to the wall next to the door a punched a hole through it. I pulled out and my knuckles were bleeding, and they hurt like a mother fucker, but I didn't care. I walked into the bathroom down the hall and rinsed them off the water burning my skinned knuckles.

I walked down to the middle of the steps to see Miranda was still sitting on the ground. I wanted to tell her what had happened but it would be to much for her to take in and I don't know how she would react. I would have to tell her everything, and I'm not ready to share everything just yet. Her head was buried in the the crook of her knees and chest but that didn't muffle the sounds of her cries.

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