Unstable (Sequel to Twisted)

Chapter 5

"I like to shop," Perrie said quickly. She sounded eager to get out of here-I couldn't blame her.

"Baby, you're not going anywhere." Louis told Eleanor softly, and I glanced up to see the small brunette frown at what he said.

Harry eased me off of his lap, and he mumbled for me to stay seated and to hold the ice to my cheek. I watched him walk around the couch, standing over Perrie, who was still sitting on the floor.

"You're going to go shopping." Harry told her matter-of-factly. "Just you-nobody else. You're going to buy us clothes."

"Eleanor needs clothes, too." Louis added.

"We're going to need everything." Harry continued. "Shoes, socks...everything." He pulled something out of his pocket, and I recognized it as his dark wallet. He pulled out a few bills and handed it down to her. "We're entrusting you with 500 dollars to do this. If you call the police or don't return, we'll kill Fran."

Perrie got to her feet, and her face was serious as she nodded, putting the bills in her jeans.

"We're giving you two hours," Harry warned her in a threatening tone. "If you aren't back in 2 hours, Fran dies. Got it?"

Louis held up the pistol again, cocking it for emphasis.

"Can I go with her?" I asked, getting off the couch but still holding the ice to my cheek.

"No." Harry didn't even look at me.

"Why not?" I met Perrie's eyes.

"Because I fucking said so." Harry snapped over his shoulder, still not even looking at me. "Now sit back down."

I wanted to talk back to him, but once again, I was reminded of the pain in my backside so I sat down, clutching the ice to my cheek. I pulled it away a little to feel my skin; it felt hard and really cold underneath my touch. And right now, my entire cheek felt numb. So I decided it had enough ice, so I set the wad of paper towels down on the table in front of me.

I decided to see what was on TV, until I realized I had DVD's. I still was getting used to the British movies and TV shows; they didn't have the exact same things as America did here in Britain. I got off the couch, hearing Harry talk to Perrie, and searched through our DVD cupboard. As soon as my eyes fell on the movie I wanted to watch, I put it into the DVD player and started up.

Romancing The Stone has always been one of my favorite movies. It had action mixed with romance, done perfectly well. I really liked the story line, and even though I've seen the movie more than once, I could never get sick of it. The beginning of the movie started off slow, but once it got going, things got quite intense.

"Here you go, Claire." Fran said, sitting next to me and putting a plate on the table in front of me made of pancakes with syrup over them. She even set out a glass of milk, and I thanked her with a grateful smile.

"I've never seen this movie," Fran mumbled, leaning back into the couch.

"It's pretty good."

We heard the front door close, and I assumed it was Perrie, off to buy the boys' clothes. I ate while watching the TV, and I could hear the guys in the background getting their own plates and eating.

"Move over," Harry told Fran, holding his own plate and bottled water. Fran moved immediately to the far other side of the couch, and Harry sat right next to me, our legs touching. He set his plate next to mine and his green eyes glanced up at the TV. This part of the movie was the slow part, so he didn't look interested. "What're you watching?"

"Romancing The Stone," I replied, cutting into my pancakes with my fork. "It's really good."

"Romancing the stone?" Harry repeated slowly, obviously not impressed. "It sounds like one of those fucking gross romance movies."