My eyes flashed open and I sat up immediately, but when my vision blurred I was forced to fall back into the pillows, left to stare up at a white ceiling. The room was lit, but dimly, as if someone was being courteous and not blinding me.
I wanted to know where I was, but with my head spinning I couldn't even get a glance at the room I was in. I was grateful, however, for the fact that I wasn't bound or chained to anything. It was sort of relieving in an odd way.
My heart began to pound against my chest when I heard footsteps and distant voices somewhere outside the room. It sounded as if they were coming up a staircase, and then there was a short pause, before I heard a door swing open. I was still attempting to regain my ability to move, but my head was throbbing so badly that my vision was still fuzzy.
I squeezed my eyes shut for a few seconds and took a deep breath, ignoring the footsteps that gradually grew closer to me, before willing myself up into a sitting position and looking at who I could only assume to be my captor.
But instead I was met with a pair of green eyes that were just a few shades away from being completely black.
Harry pushed his curls away from his forehead and stared at me. "You okay, baby?"
A gasp escaped my lips as I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. I felt him immediately jut out his hands on either side of me so as not to crush me, but in that moment I don't think I cared whether or not that happened. I was just relieved to find Harry there instead of Seth, as I had expected.
"You don't know how happy I am to see you," I whispered.
"Mm," he hummed. He held me impossibly close, his arms tight around my body, as if he were afraid that I would disappear if he didn't hold onto me tight enough. I didn't mind it.
After a few minutes Harry pulled away and his eyes scanned my body repeatedly, searching for something I realized. I blushed, feeling slightly self-conscious. "What are you doing?" I mumbled.
He looked up at me and grinned at my expression. "I like that color on you," he nodded at my flaming cheeks, which only caused the blush to darken. "But I'm looking for any injuries."
My mind raced. What had happened? I remembered Harry being overly excited and wanting a picnic, so I had headed outside... but after that I couldn't think of the events prior. I had just assumed as soon as I awoke that someone had kidnapped me.
"What did you do?" he asked as he slowly lifted my arms, checking the undersides of them for any marks. "Trip on a rock?"
"No," I shook my head, struggling to recall. The moments after I had sat down in the grass seemed a blur to me, but I was sure I hadn't tripped or how would I have remembered that part of it? I explained my reasoning to Harry and he frowned, clearly unsure now as he slowly lowered my arms once again.
"Did you see anything strange?" he asked.
That seemed to trigger the whole rest of the memory and I gasped before explaining what had happened. I had hoped that Harry might have some clever explanation to this but he only lifted an eyebrow.
"I found you passed out in the grass, no blindfold, no gag," he said quietly.
My mind spun. I couldn't make sense of Harry's words. How had he found me like that when I was certain that I had been gagged and blindfolded prior to being knocked out? Harry stared at me.
"I'm not crazy," I blurted out.
Harry laughed and folded his arms around my back, pulling me closer to him. I sighed and rested the side of my head against his chest. My hands clung gently to the soft material of his dark v-neck.
