Harry Styles

"Well the name does have a ring to it" I tell myself in a low tune. Yes I occasionally talk to myself too. GO ahead Judge Me!

I sigh knowing that if this journal turned out to be of some Gay Model who brags about how his heels aren't high enough or how his day was not good enough because he didn't get to wear the cute outfit he wanted I would stick a chainsaw in my eyes for reading that but I turn the page anyways and continue reading.

Hi! My name is Harry! You probably already know that since I wrote it on the first page. Ok so I don't want to get into the worse matters just yet. I think we should atleast be on a first name basis for that.

But wait, you don't have a name! You're just a piece wood on which I am writing my last few feelings and experiences but I guess I am at the liberty to atleast name you. I will name you Skye! Such a lovely name isn't it?

I choked on air when I read my name. Harry named this journal after me? And I found it in my closet? He can't possibly know me, can he? This is so weird. How can a journal that I randomly found in my closet hidden have my name? Is it coincidence? It has to be! And what did he mean by last few feelings and experiences? Oh well, better continue reading I guess to find out.

I tell myself to continue reading and not think of it much. This still could be a little prank from someone so I shouldn't let it bother me much.

The reason why I named you that is because I have always wanted to name my daughter that but odly enough I now have no chance at being alive better yet a father! (Yes I have always wanted children eversince I was 8 years old. Don't judge me Skye)

*sigh* I suppose that's just how life is. What's that Skye? You want to know more about me? About why I have no chonce at living? About why I am probably sounding too bitter for a sane human? Why am I talking to a piece of wood I stupidly named instead of a real person?

Well, the only answer to all those questions is one and only one!

LOUIS! (Pronounced as Lou-eh and written as Louis)

Louis? Who the fuck is Louis now? I ask to myself. I don't understand what is wrong with him? Why is he so bitter and so eager to stop living? And what kind of insane person explains someone's name who makes him want to die. Louis is a guy right? Huh let's find out more about this Louis.

I shrug off all my thoughts and decide to continue reading.

Hmm, let's see where should we start from? Ok. Well first of all I am a proudly Gay 21 year old man whose head over heels in love with my kidnapper who wants to kill me.

That's the second time I choke on air. What the actual fuck? Is this some kind of joke? I mean am I really reading a gay guy's love story with his kidnapper?

I usually don't fancy live story that much unless it's TFIOS kind. I really for some reason despise the cheesy happy endings and think that they are more than impossible and too perfect to happen in real life so I hated the fact that this journal was going to a somewhat rant about a guy in love with his kidnapper. Not to mention the kidnapper actually wants to kill the guy. And How the fuck do you even lobe someone who is going to kill you? Ugh Harry is such an idiot.

I sigh and continue reading because for some reason I find his idioticy amusing.

Too much?

I nod as if he could actually see me.

Yup. I know sweetie.

I blushed at the nickname. What the fuck? He's calling the journal that not me. Ugh why am so annoying at times.

Well, let me be more clear.

Yes please.

I live with my dad, well used to now I am here, wherever this place is where Lou is keeping me. Oh by the way Lou is what I call Louis. Cheesy I know.

You probably think I am an idiot for loving someone who hates and wants to kill me but the thing is there's nothing much I can do since I had feelings for him before all of this happened.

Yes, I knew and loved my kidnapper when he wasn't even my kidnapper and hadn't broken my heart.

The thing is me and Lou were dating before he kidnapped me. Yes he was my boyfriend. We'd actually gone on two dates but nothing much was shared except for a few hugs and sweet innocent kisses on the cheeks. It felt nice to know he wasn't with me just because of my body or sex unlike others.

I first met Lou at a bar not far from my house. I was out with my friends Niall and Liam. Both of them had been by my side since middle school. I love them both alot almost as much as they love eachother. They're engaged though, planning on their wedding. I hope my disappearance won't mess up with their plans much. I would hate to spoil their dreams.

Anyway, I met Louis at that bar and it was so random like he didn't want to kidnap me and kill me at all. We hit it off pretty quickly and nicely and he was so Gorgeous that I was actually drooling over this mesmerizing beauty infront of me.

He has these pale blue eyes just like the ocean, calm yet so scorching like the sunshine, and he has caramel coloured hair which are usually brushed in a perfect fringe, and he has the cheekbones of a God and his lips are so thin yet so pulp I just want to kiss him all the time and his Ass! Ugh I can't even cope sometimes with how perfect he is!

I sigh again. I knew it would be like this. I knew this journal was probably a way for the man to get out his sexual urges but what made me curious as to how he got hold of this journal? I mean surely you don't get to write your feelings when you're kidnapped right?

So, being the idiot I am I fell for Lou the minute I laid my eyes on him and his cheeky and sassy attitude was just the icing on cake. The more I knew about and talked to the lad the harder I found my self fallimg for him. I eagerly took his number when he gave it to and gave him mine.

We talked for a week when he finally asked me out and that's well how we started dating.

*sigh* it was supposed to be our third date on which I was about to confess my love for him because I felt like he had the right to know even if it was too soon. I was also about to tell him everything about my mum and dad but well things didn't go as planned.

Instead I woke up in this life-less room, on this life-less bed, with a fucking headache and no memory what so ever about how I got here. I didn't understand what had happened and where I was. But then I realised that the place had no Windows, only a small door four steps right to the bed and a big door right infront of the bed which was laid down horizontally to the wall and touched it from one side. I noticed the there was no furniture at all except an old looking wooden closet.

I sat up to walk to the closet ignoring the current of pain that ran through my body from my head. I opened it to reveal many clothes about my size. This was so strange and I didn't understand what was happening. I walked to the small door first to check what was behind it releaved to find out it was a washroom. I peed because well, it's necessary when you wake up from a long nap.

I got back to sit on the bed still confused what was going on. I looked at the big metallic door infront of me.

For some reason I didn't had the urge to check out what was behind it and just stared at it for what seemed like an eternity.

I suddenly heard some sounds like Metal clicking and I knew instantly that the door was being opened and for some reason I was afraid of whatever that was about to come next. I hated the fact that I was acting like such a coward.

I still stared at the door with an emotionless expression on my face yet I was whimpering and crying hysterically from the inside.

When the door opened it revealed a certain blue eyed guy who I was most certainly in love with. I jumped up at his sight and practically skipped over into his arms only to be rejected and shoved back as I fell on the ground.

The door was locked behind him and he looked at me with disgust in his eyes? I had never seen this side of him and it made my heart hurt oh so much.

"Lou?" I asked him still sitting on the ground staring at him either too comfused or too shocked to say anything else.

He smirked and sat down on front of me. "What's wrong princess? Does it hurt to be rejected like this? Does it hurt to know that your ever loving boyfriend doesn't even like you and kidnapped you?"

"K-kidnapped m-me?" I stuttered like an idiot staring into his sapphire eyes as a tear roll down my cheek.

He snickered sickenly and nodded. I shoke my head and stood up to back away from him.

My thoughts were telling me that he too were like the others and wanted nothing to do me but have sex and humiliate me or probably hurt me.

My eyes blurred by the acidic tears in them as I sat on the bed and cried into my hands. I felt a hand on shoulders I looked up to see a smirking Lou looking at me.

"If it makes you feel any better I never really liked you. I just went out with you because of your dad."

I nodded because ofcourse it was because of him. He always wanted to hurt me. He'd never bear to see a smile on my lips and would do anything to make my life a miserable hell hole! I chuckled half heartedly to myself.

I felt the bed sink beside me. I looked at him and asked; "how much did he pay to do this? Or was it because you couldn't pay him back for something he gave you?"

He forrowed his eyebrows and looked at me weirdly before saying; "You think he payed me to kidnap you? You really believe that your father would pay someone to date you and break your heart by kidnapping you?" He finished his sentence with a chuckle like it was some kimd of joke.

I nod because he is a matter of the kind of person who would do anything to make me hurt. He's already done enough to prove that my thoughts about him are not just theories but facts.

Lou's eyes widened in surprise. "Why Would he do that?" He asked curiously.

"Because he likes to see me in pain" I reply non-chalantly. The tears already dried up on my cheeks as the short conversation went on.

"Would he like to see you dead?" He asked curiosity evident in his tone.

"No" I reply.

He keeps staring at me but seemed as though thinking about something. I ask him to pull him out of his thoughts.

"So when are you killing me?" He flinches slightly at the blunt question.

"How do you know I am going to kill you?" He asked trying to be non-chalant but failing miserably.

"Well you did kidnap me and did just confess to me that you did and you asked me if dad cared that I died, also you never tried to hide your identity from me which means I am not going anywhere alive unless you're delusional which you're not, I may be an idiot but I am not dumb Lou so when are you killing me?" I ask. He looks at me emotionless for a while and shifts his gaze to the ground in front of us.

"You'll know soon enough when it's time." He says getting up to walk away but I pull him back by his hand and falls back down on the bed to glare at me.

"Why wait? Just do it Lou? Please just kill me and put everyone out of their misery" I say looking into his sapphire eyes which widened at my remark.

"What the fuck? You actually want to die?" I nodded.

He forrowed his eyebrows. "Why? Don't you wanna live, fall in love with someone and have babies like you always wanted?" He knew too much and yeah I should probably shut up about my love for a normal life.

"No" I say simply.

"Why?" He asked still confused.

"Because that someone isn't you." I shrugged.

"You're shiting me right? How can you say that when you know I kidnapped you and am planing to kill you." He asked in disbelief.

I shrugged "Because I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU LOU" I replied with a small smile on my face.

"What the fuck? No! You're lying! You're just trying to make me feel bad, Aren't you? Well I don't care! So I'll never feel bad for you! Why are you lying about something like this? Are you crazy or something?" He was fuming in anger.

"But I am not lying. Thats what I wanted to tell you on our date. Remember how I told you I wanted to tell you something important? That was it. It's ok not to love me Lou. I understand. No one loves me and it's ok I am used to it. It's better this way. Besides you're going to kill me anyway so at least there's a bright side to it" I tried to cool him down but that only made him look at me in disbelief.

"Killing you is a good thing?" He asked somewhat shocked.

"Yes it is for you atleast. If it makes you happy I am happy. Now how long am I going to be staying here?" I asked trying to change the topic because I didn't like where this was headed at all but luckily it worked and he said;

"It'll be a while so I sugest you get comfy. I'll get you something to eat. Can't let you starve to death before I have the pleasure of killing you" he went to stood up again but I pulled him back.

"But I can't stay here without have anything to do! If I don't starve to death I sure as hell will die of boredom!" I exclaimed dramatically like it was such a big deal to enlighten the moment also to atleast have a Chonce at doing something useful as I like to keep myself busy even in my normal routeen.

He smiled and shoke his head to walk to the door and pull out his phone to type in something when it opened and he left. I didn't see anything outside when the door opened except for a large brick wall.

After what felt like an eternity the door opened again and Lou came in tray of food in his hands. The only thing that caught my attention was the food because DAMN I'M STARVING!

But I never noticed a man with a ski-mask on his face until he put a table and a chair right infront of my bed and walked out without a single word as the doors closed behind him.

Lou put the food of tray down at the table and sat on the chair to look at me with a smirk on his face.

"Are you gonna ask me to give you a lap dance now?" I asked cheekily and he laughed a little whilst shaking his head in a "Nope not at all" manner.

I just smiled and look at the food on tray infront of me which had three slices of pizza in a paper plate, a paper glass filled with what looked like coke (the cold drink not the cocaine), and a plastic cup filled with pudding.

"Dig in I'm gonna be here all day!" Lou urged and I nodded eagerly as I took the still warm pizza in my mouth and moaned at it's taste I saw Lou stiffen through my peripheral vision but didn't care as I was more eager on the food at hand or in my hand.

After I had finished all the food infront of me. I finally looked at Lou who was looking at me the whole time. That's when I noticed something in his hands, a book to be exact.

"Lou what's that?" I ask pointing my index finger at the book on his lap.

"Uh.. it's a Journal? You said you didn't want to bore yourself to death so I thought it'll help keep your mind off of things and help you spend time more quickly. It's ok if you don't want it. I am perfectly fine by it. I don't even care at all" Lou said quickly all of it in one breath.

"I'd love to have it Lou. Thank you for being so considerate!" I said genuinely.

He nodded and handed it to me with a pen and picked up the tray of food and left.

I stared at the now closed door through which he walked out of, for a while and decided to write something down on this journal.

Yes, you are that journal Skye! You are my first real gift from Lou and probably my last and I love you with all my heart and soul.

Now I am really tired and need some sleep so Good night Love!

(Remember me and don't hate me like the others, please.)

All the Love,
H.

To say I am crying like an idiot is probably an understatement. I am sobbing right now. This is most certainly not a love story. Lou doesn't love Harry he just wants to kill him because of his father. But I don't understand there's still so much confusion. Why doesn't Harry want to live? Why doesn't he like his father? Why does he thinks so bad about about his father? and more importantly why is Lou killing him because of his father?

All questions seem to round around Harry's father. My mind is jumbled with so many thoughts, scenarios, questions and what not! I am eager to read further but my Daddy's voice disturbs me from my thoughts.

"Skye James Rayn! Turn off the lights and go to sleep. Tomorrow is your first day of school and its already midnight. Go to sleep before me and your dad decide you need no more books from the store I am going to tomorrow!" I instantly turn off my lights and shouted back;

"Ok I'm off to bed. Better be a good book or else it isn't worth it!" I smiled.

"We'll see" he replies and I can practically see him grining downstairs fondly.

I sighed as I put the journal back at it's original place and went to lay down on my bed thinking about Harry and Louis as the soft blanket of dreams engulf me into itself and I fall asleep.

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Length: 3.3 K.
Ok I know it's not much but I kind of out did myself as I am still grounded and in the middle of my finals so be happy!

I hope you now understand where this story is going. I tried to make the plot as evident as I could but I am a shitty writer so whatever.

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Thanks lovelies,
-Summi