Confusing and Wrong [ Harry Styles ]

Chapter 19

"Did she leave the house?"

"No she didn't leave the house dipshit. We would have seen her. Check all the rooms."

"You do realize how long that will take right?"

"Harry fucking do as I say. Don't test my patience right now."

Oh shit they're onto me.

I look around frantically for somewhere to hide. My eyes eventually land on the closet and I run for it. Once inside, I close it quietly backing up into the furthest corner. My foot steps on what feels like wood. What the fuck.

I kneel down and run my hands along it, I come across a handle. I do what anyone would do and pull it. It lifts up and folds back away from me. I set it down and look inside. There's a little red light on the inside, not doing a fabulous job of lighting the place. I look around and conveniently find a flashlight. I turn it on and point towards whatever is down there. It looks like a room. Like an office or something. I find a fold down ladder that is attached to the ceiling of the room and gently roll it down.

I quickly and quietly step down, closing the hatch behind me. I jump the rest and land with a quiet thud. I find a light switch and the whole room illuminates.

It's definitely not an office. Off in the far corner is a whole wall full of televisions that have different views of the house. There's one for every single room and even the hallways. There's no door into this room, the only way in is the little hole in the ceiling.

That means when they come to find me, they're going to use the tv's, and when they find the door is locked they'll know I'm down here. Fuck. I take a quick glance at the monitor with the room I was just in and find that Harry has just forcefully made his way into the room. He's searching everywhere and he has a look of defeat. Good. Prick.

But he does what I really didn't want him to do.

Go to the closet.

I immediately find somewhere to hide which is behind a giant fern. How did this go from me being told to get up to a game of man hunt?

I hear the hatch open and someone walk down the ladder.

"Acelyn I know you're down here. Stop hiding. You locked the door upstairs and the light is on in here. Just come out genius." Shit the light, I completely forgot. I keep as quiet as I can, which involves holding my breath.

Harry's feet slide against the wood flooring around the room taunting me. "I'm not going to come find you Acelyn. You'll come out eventually." He starts whistling as he slides around the floor. I hear a loud thud and a groan, he fell down. I can't help but laugh.

"Shit." I mumble quietly to myself.

"Oh so you decided to hide behind the fern. Like that wasn't an obvious place or anything." He makes his way over to me and extends his hand out, waiting for me to grab hold. I stare up at him and unwillingly grab his huge hand. He pulls me to my feet and stares down at me.

"Would you like something?" My attitude kicks in, mostly because I'm caught and will have to go to school, but not before a lecture.

"Nice hair champ." Harry pats my head and laughs walking away to the ladder, "You coming or staying down here till my dad finds you? Because if I were you, I would come now. Choice is yours though." He shrugs and starts climbing up the wooden ladder. I hesitantly walk over and grab hold of the bottom step. I hoist myself up and start to slowly climb, Harry is waiting for me at the top ready to help me. I assume. I make it out smoothly and Harry closes the little door, locking it.

"How did you find that?" I stop walking and turn around, he looks genuinely curious.

"I was hiding in there from you guys and then I stepped back and felt wood, so instinctively I opened it. I guess the last person in there didn't lock it." I shrug and make my way out the door.

By the time I enter my room it's about 8am. Looks like I'm going to be late.

I throw on a pair of black skinny jeans and a navy blue crop top. I walk to the bathroom to brush my teeth when I see the shower. I could waste more time, I mean who wants a smelly child right? I lock the bathroom door and strip out of my fresh clothes. I turn the water on and step in. The heat engulfs my body and the water stream massages my back and head, I feel relaxed. I take my time shampooing and conditioning twice and wash my body. It's been a good thirty minutes, I should probably get out before Ben turns the water cold on me.

I step out and dry my myself before sliding on my clothes once again and brushing my teeth. I comb and dry my hair, put on my make-up, perfume, tie my hair in a messy bun and exit the steamy bathroom.

I walk downstairs begrudgingly and head for the kitchen. I pull out a box of cereal and fill a little bowl. Sitting down at the table, I realize the house is very quiet. Everyone must have left, but why would they leave without me?

I set my bowl in the sink and grab the orange juice container perched on the top shelf. I close the door and a note to me grabs my attention.

'Dear Acelyn,

Dad and your mom went to the hospital to get a check up, I just went to the store quickly to get waffles. I'll be back soon, so don't leave. Or go in my room.

~Harry'

He must have really wanted waffles if he went to the store, why isn't he at school though? Whatever I don't have to go if he's not.

I pour myself a glass of juice and return the jug to the fridge. I walk, careful not to spill the juice, to the living room. I settle down and turn on the large flat screen. Halfway through Teen Mom, I hear a loud crashing sound.

"Harry? Are you home?" Another crash, it sounds like its coming from upstairs. That can't be Harry, unless he thinks front doors are too mainstream. I quietly climb the stairs and walk down the long hallway, everything seems fine. Maybe it was just my imagination.

I start walking back down the hallway when I see a glimpse of something running past the bottom of the stairs. I'm positive we don't have a cat or dog so what the hell was that.

My legs start to shake and it feels like my heart is going to beat right out of my chest. I walk slowly downstairs and hurry into the kitchen to grab something I can protect myself with. Just as I'm grabbing a knife, I hear squeaky foots steps approaching the kitchen. My heart is in my throat by this point as I pull the knife close to my chest. I find the closest place to hide which is on top of the counter beside the fridge. I climb up quietly and squat down hiding myself.

The footsteps enter the kitchen. I feel like I'm going shit myself right now. My breathing is erratic and I try to calm it as best I can.

"Hello?" The voice is unfamiliar, confirming that he broke in, "Oh hi there you are! I knew someone was here." Before I get the chance to respond in any sort of way, he holds his gun in line with my forehead.