Stolen -Harry Styles-

When I woke up, I realized that I wasn't chained into the head bored in the boring room. I don't know when I started calling the room that. The boring room. It fits it, I mean it is very boring and dull. I looked around the room to see if any one was awake but no one was. I laid on the couch and little longer trying not to move because Harry was sleeping half on me half on the couch. His curly hair tickled my face as his face was nuzzled into my neck. He was cute...Until he opened his mouth. I could feel his hot breath tickle my neck, the longer I laid her the longer my thirst got the better of me. I was really, really, thirsty. I throat felt parched. I gently pushed Harry gently off me and ignored his half asleep pleas for me not to move. When I finally untangled myself from Harry I walked into the kitchen, I reached up and grabbed a cup and filled it with some cold water. When I finished I turned around and then gasped in shock as Harry stood right in the doorway.

"Hey." I breathed

"You left." Harry said with a frown

"I needed a drink" I replied

"Yeah, but when I woke up and you weren't with me I thought you ran away from me." Harry said

"Yeah right! I wouldn't runaway" I snorted

"What do you mean." Harry asked in a hopeful voice

"I don't know what part of California I am in but I know it's not a good part. So I wouldn't runaway in the middle of night in a bad neighborhood." I explained, I looked at his face and he looked hurt. Which confused me even more.

"Oh. I thought it may have been for a different reason." Harry said but it sounded more like he was saying it to himself.


HARRY'S POV

Of course the only reason she didn't want to leave is because she didn't want to be in this neighborhood alone at night. I'm so naive to think that she would want to stay because of me. Of course she didn't. I'm just so lowlife drug dealer that kidnapped a perfect high class rich girl. Why would she love someone like me? She could date any guy in the world and she would never chose me.

"Harry? Are you okay?" Jess's soft voice brought me out of my thoughts

"Yeah." I mumbled as a tear slipped down my cheek. Holy shit. I'm crying. I haven't cried sense my mo-. No I can't think about that.

"Hazza? What's wrong!" Jess said when she saw my tears.

She ran up to me and wiped away my tears and left small delicate kissed all over my face. I have to admit it was the best feeling in the world to feel her lips on my face. I wanted to put my lips on her lips but I don't want to push my luck. I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her in even closer. I felt her arms wrap around my neck while her fingers played mindlessly with my curls. Her head was rested between my shoulder and neck I could feel her warm sweet breath on my neck, it sent goosebumps all over me. I squeezed her tight which left her giggling. I had to laugh too. She was so cute and warm. She truly was special.

"I'm sorry." I whispered

"For what?" I heard her ask

"Showing weakness." I muttered clearly embarrassed for crying in front of her.

Jess pulled back and put her hands strongly on ether side of my face and looked me in the eye

"Crying is not a weakness. Don't you ever think that it is. Harry, you can cry. It doesn't make you weak." Jess said softly while leaving a soft kiss on my lips. The moment her lips touched mine I felt a sudden electricity jolt through my body. I tried to restrain myself myself from snogging her right here and now. She was so beautiful and I don't know how much longer I can hold back my lustful urges.

"Jess, it was the way I had to be for years now. I don't know if I can go back now. I will always feel weak when I cry." I said. I knew it was a lie but I just wanted her to kiss me again. I'm such a guy.

"Harry, you can change if you really want to. Maybe you could end this crazy life too." Jess suggested

"What do you mean by ending my crazy life." I asked

"Maybe you could be normal. The other guys too! You could stop all your gang nonsense and then get a job and education like any other person." Jess said

"Would you stay with me." I whispered. I don't think I ever would stop this lifestyle but I still want to know if she would stay

"Yes." Jess said.

I looked in her eyes trying to find a hint of lying in her eyes, but found none.

"Really?" I asked

"Really, really." she said back

JESS'S POV

I wish I could say I didn't mean it when I said that I wanted to be with him when and if he got out of this life but I do mean it. It's going to be hard to make him fall in love with me when my plan is working on me too. I'm falling in love with Harry Styles. I'm falling in love with my kidnapper and I'm going to do everything I can to stop it.