Cath's P.O.V.

"Are we there yet???" I asked, extremely tired. I just want to get to the hotel, or wherever we're going. I need sleep. My body is exhausted from when I jumped out of the car.

"No. Just one more hour. And if you keep asking, you'll get punished when we get to the hotel. So I suggest you zip it."

So we are going to a hotel. I have no freaking clue where we are, or how long we've been driving. He won't tell me anything. He hasn't said a word to me since we left. We've been driving all through the night, and it's about 10:00 in the morning. I just wish he could say something. Even if it's mean. I hate being alone in my thoughts. I always think too much. And when I think too much, I think about...the accident.

"Cath. Cath. Are you even paying attention?"

"Huh? What?" I didn't even realize he had been talking to me. This is why I can't be alone in my thoughts.

"I said, the hotel is a few minutes away from here. We'll check in and get our bags in there and we'll go out to eat. I'm sure you're hungry. We've been on the road for twelve hours. Where do you wanna eat?"

"Do you want like, somewhere fancy, or just fast food? I don't know what's around here. Let alone, where we are."

"We're in Chicago. We could go to Chili's. Have you ever been there before?"

"Only like, a million times! Chili's is one of my favorite restaurants. Of course we should go there."

"Really? It's like, my favorite too...thats one thing we have in common."

"That's a first."

"Hey...I'm not all mean. I mean, I can be nice. I'm just not nice very often. I don't really like people all that much. If you can't tell, I'm not a very open person."

"I'm completely the opposite of you. I'm an open book."

"Really...have you ever been kissed?"

"Yeah...i was forced though. I got "used" when I was 8 years old. I was walking home from school one night, I had basketball practice, and some guy, just, took me off into an alley, and..."

"Oh my god, Cath, I'm so sorry...I...didn't know. Let's see...my dad's in prison, and my mom and sister won't even talk to me. They blame me for my father being in prison. God I hate that son of a-"

"Harry! Don't swear. It's like a pet peeve of mine. Just please don't."

After that, it was silent the rest of the way.

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At the hotel...

As Harry and I walked in, he went up to the front desk to get the key. It was a girl that was way prettier than me, and you could obviously tell that she was flirting with him, but Harry wasn't flirting back. It was odd. He usually always flirted back. Instead, he rolled his eyes, and looked at me. He nodded his head toward the elevator, so I pressed the button, and him and I got on together. I assume we'll be sharing a room, probably the bed too. Ugh.

Once we got in the room, I sat on the bed, and started flipping through the channels.

"Cath. Let's go to the mall quick to get you some new clothes. Then we'll get dinner."

"Okay," I said, thinking of how considerate he was being. I have a feeling that my taste in clothing are way different from his. This is gonna be just great...

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At the mall...

"Where do you wanna go? There's Forever 21, Buckle, Wet Seal..."

"Let's go to Forever 21! I love that store! And Buckle. Can we go to both? Please?"

"Fine, we can go to both. But I get to pick three things out. Deal?"

"Deal. Let's go to Forever 21 first."

When we got there, there was so much to choose from. I couldn't decide what I wanted to try on. I asked Harry what I should try on. When I did he said, "What about this?" He was holding up a short tight dress. Is he crazy?

"Uhm...no," I said with distaste. I picked up a little sundress, and a maxi skirt with a crop top. I found a few pairs of heels and wedges too. I went to try on the sundress with some wedges, and when I came out, Harry's eyes widened. Uh oh. I probably look horrible.

"What? Does it look that bad?" As I started to head back into the dressing room, Harry grabbed my wrist, and spun me around to face him.

"I think it looks wonderful- I mean it looks- you look pretty...I'm not very good at this."

"It's okay."

At that moment, I felt the very first spark of something I'd never felt before. I knew I shouldn't be feeling that way. I shouldn't have feelings for my captor... but I guess that's not the case.

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Author's Note:

Hey everyone!

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Aubrie