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Harry watched as Annibell stirred, her blue eyes fluttering open. They grew wide, as she sat up, moving away from the man before her.
"Where am I, and what are you doing?" She asked, looking around the unfamiliar room. Harry stood before her, his body looming over hers. He flashed a halfhearted smile, before replying.
"Well, you're in my basement." Annibell looked around the room, the floors were carpeted, and there were pictures hung up on the walls. It didn't look like a basement. The door was barred, as if it were a cell. "You're going to be my friend." Harry said, crouching down to be eye level with her. "I don't want to be lonely anymore." He said, his voice cracking ever so slightly. Everything went silent, as Annibell stared at Harry in sheer terror.
"I don't want to be your friend." She spat, making Harry wince. His eyes began to fill with rage. He stood up so he towered over her once again.
"You don't have a choice. You're here, and there's no way you can get out." Harry said, a devious smile forming on his lips. He made his way over the to the door, turning back to look at Annibell, who was still huddled in the corner. "Are you hungry?" He asked, scratching the back of his neck. Annibell nodded hesitantly, grabbing her empty stomach as it began to rumble. Harry disappeared from the room, pulling the door shut behind him. Annibell immediately got up, running to the door. She tried to open it, but it was locked from the outside. She sighed, feeling a lump begin to rise in her throat. She retreated back to her spot in the corner of the room, sliding down the wall with her head in her hands.
The whole thing about the mess that Annibell got herself in, is that she's an orphan. Her parents had died when she turned fourteen, two years ago. The orphanage wouldn't send in a missing person report over an 'escaped' orphan. It's happened many times before. At this thought, she began to cry silently to herself. She heard the sound of heavy boots coming down the stairs, and she quickly composed herself, wiping her eyes and taking a deep breath. Harry appeared in front of the door, unlocking it and coming in.
"I didn't know what you like, so I made you fish fries, and custard." Harry said, placing the plate down beside her. It had definitely lifted her spirits, for it was her favorite.
"Thank you." She whispered, picking up the plate and setting it on her lap. Harry smiled with satisfaction, as she began to eat. They sat in silence, as Annibell ate. Harry played with his rubix cube that his parents got him when he was eight, getting frustrated when he couldn't get the colors right. He threw the cube across the room, standing up and grabbing his head in frustration. He turned to Annibell, letting his hands drop to his sides.
"Are you finished with that?" He asked, pointing to the plate. She nodded, handing it to him. "I'm gonna go to bed, I hope you're comfortable down here." Harry said, heading for the door. Annibell found it strange that he was concerned about her comfort, but didn't say anything. As he locked the door, she realized he hadn't even gotten his name.
"Hey." She shouted as Harry began walking away. He stepped back to the door, peering in. "What's your name?" She asked, stepping closer to the door. Harry contemplated telling her, but remember what his parent's had told him. 'Lying is bad, Harry. If you're every got lying, we'll lock you in your room.' Annibell cleared her throat in annoyance, and impatience pulling Harry back to reality.
"Uh, Harry. Harry Styles." He said. Annibell smiled, a genuine smile. Harry returned the smile, and then disappeared down the hall, and up the stairs.
"Where am I, and what are you doing?" She asked, looking around the unfamiliar room. Harry stood before her, his body looming over hers. He flashed a halfhearted smile, before replying.
"Well, you're in my basement." Annibell looked around the room, the floors were carpeted, and there were pictures hung up on the walls. It didn't look like a basement. The door was barred, as if it were a cell. "You're going to be my friend." Harry said, crouching down to be eye level with her. "I don't want to be lonely anymore." He said, his voice cracking ever so slightly. Everything went silent, as Annibell stared at Harry in sheer terror.
"I don't want to be your friend." She spat, making Harry wince. His eyes began to fill with rage. He stood up so he towered over her once again.
"You don't have a choice. You're here, and there's no way you can get out." Harry said, a devious smile forming on his lips. He made his way over the to the door, turning back to look at Annibell, who was still huddled in the corner. "Are you hungry?" He asked, scratching the back of his neck. Annibell nodded hesitantly, grabbing her empty stomach as it began to rumble. Harry disappeared from the room, pulling the door shut behind him. Annibell immediately got up, running to the door. She tried to open it, but it was locked from the outside. She sighed, feeling a lump begin to rise in her throat. She retreated back to her spot in the corner of the room, sliding down the wall with her head in her hands.
The whole thing about the mess that Annibell got herself in, is that she's an orphan. Her parents had died when she turned fourteen, two years ago. The orphanage wouldn't send in a missing person report over an 'escaped' orphan. It's happened many times before. At this thought, she began to cry silently to herself. She heard the sound of heavy boots coming down the stairs, and she quickly composed herself, wiping her eyes and taking a deep breath. Harry appeared in front of the door, unlocking it and coming in.
"I didn't know what you like, so I made you fish fries, and custard." Harry said, placing the plate down beside her. It had definitely lifted her spirits, for it was her favorite.
"Thank you." She whispered, picking up the plate and setting it on her lap. Harry smiled with satisfaction, as she began to eat. They sat in silence, as Annibell ate. Harry played with his rubix cube that his parents got him when he was eight, getting frustrated when he couldn't get the colors right. He threw the cube across the room, standing up and grabbing his head in frustration. He turned to Annibell, letting his hands drop to his sides.
"Are you finished with that?" He asked, pointing to the plate. She nodded, handing it to him. "I'm gonna go to bed, I hope you're comfortable down here." Harry said, heading for the door. Annibell found it strange that he was concerned about her comfort, but didn't say anything. As he locked the door, she realized he hadn't even gotten his name.
"Hey." She shouted as Harry began walking away. He stepped back to the door, peering in. "What's your name?" She asked, stepping closer to the door. Harry contemplated telling her, but remember what his parent's had told him. 'Lying is bad, Harry. If you're every got lying, we'll lock you in your room.' Annibell cleared her throat in annoyance, and impatience pulling Harry back to reality.
"Uh, Harry. Harry Styles." He said. Annibell smiled, a genuine smile. Harry returned the smile, and then disappeared down the hall, and up the stairs.
Notes
sorry if it's bad. should I continue ?!leave your thoughts, and feedback. <3
thanks to Oreo-Child for the comment :3
12/9/12