Laced

Laced - Chapter 8 (Locked In)

Disclaimer: This was written over 10 years ago, and the author no longer agrees with many of the concepts found in this story. Some of the content will be cringey and/or problematic. Please remember this is entirely fictional and does not represent the author's beliefs.

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I turned the doorknob, and walked into my room, motioning for Harry to come in.

He took a seat on the leather couch, looking extremely at ease.

"Just one second - I need to freshen up. Give me a minute?"

He nodded at me, smiling. He looked slightly lost in his thoughts, so I left him to it and went to remove the eyeliner that had smeared off my face.

After I looked fairly decent, I walked out into the room again. "Hey."

"Hey." He smiled, and patted the spot beside him - motioning for me to sit.

Instead of sitting next to him, I sat on the other end of the couch. I turned around so that I was facing him, and crossed my legs.

"So..." I began.

"So."

"About what just happened..."

He raised an eyebrow. "What about it?"

I chose my words carefully. "Why did....why did you kiss me?"

"Because," He began, "it shut you up pretty well, didn't it? That, and...I kind of like you."

I giggled. "Yeah, it kinda did. And...I think I like you too." I scooted over next to him on the couch, and leaned into his chest. He put an arm around my shoulders, and pressed a kiss to my hair.

"You're very pretty, Abby."

I sighed in content. "Thank you."

For the next few hours, we discussed the most randomest things like what our favorite colors were, what he likes about being a nurse, how we ended up here, and even what our favorite foods were.

"Steak and mashed potatoes." I replied without hesitation. "It definitely tops my list."

"Really? Well it's a good thing I snuck you some then!" He laughed.

"I totally appreciated it. Seriously. It was delicious." I giggled.

He chuckled. "Yup."

I snuggled closer into him, and he wrapped his arms around me. Surprisingly, I was extremely comfortable with him, and I loved that. The only other person I'd ever felt comfortable with was Za-

The sound of cold metal clinked from the door, and I froze. "Did you hear that?" I whispered under my breath.

He nodded slowly. "Stay still. Hopefully no one will come in." He murmured.

I slowly got up, and quietly made my way to the door. I put my ear against it, listening.

"Abby, what time is it?" Harry's voice slowly came.

I looked at my alarm clock that sat on my dresser. "10:06." I answered.

"Shit." He muttered. "I think Niall just locked the door. He locks all doors around 10."

"What?" Shocked, I reached for the doorknob, trying to unlock it. "Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. We're locked in."

"Are you sure?" He was now standing beside me. "Let me see." He reached for the door, fumbling with it for a minute. "Niall, you bastard!" He growled, and turned to me. "We're definitely locked in. We just better hope it's Niall that unlocks the door tomorrow to wake us up...and not Zayn."