Hideaway [h.s]

105

"So this was Louis room, Niall's room, Liam's, then this was mine." Harry says as we walk down the long oak hallway that has four bedrooms along it.

"Wow, its like a frat house." I chuckle while walking next to him with a towel wrapped around my chest.

"I mean, their was a shit ton of drug abuse, drinking and fucking going on under this roof." He says while keeping his towel firm around his waist.

We walk into his dark bedroom, immediately he walks ahead of me and flicks on the lamp on his bedside table. Once the room lights up a bit, I see how cozy it is- and he has a balcony which I didn't expect.

The walls are wood and the bed was made of dark oak like the floors. The room was definitely not something I expected from a man like Harry.

"Wow- this is so nice. But it's not really you." I chuckle while stepping around the room in my bare feet.

"How so?" He asks.

"You're a very sleek modern kind of guy, not like this whole cozy, old fashion decor." I say.

"Yes your correct. This place belonged to someone else and we just never changed the appearance of it." He stated while walking to the drawers.

"So it came fully furnished?" I arch my brow while keeping my hand to the edge of my towel to stop it from falling.

His back faces me as he opens the oak wood drawer full of clothes. His long muscular back glistening in water.

"I guess you can say that." He murmurs.

I knit my brows together in confusion, waiting for him to further explain but he doesn't. He always has this way of telling me the bare minimum of an sort of information.

"You've lost me." I antagonize, hopping he gives me more of an explanation.

"Yeah and its probably better that way then for me to actually explain." He says while turning around and walking up to me with a red flannel shirt and a pair of his boxers, handing them to me to wear.

I look up at him, still in confusion but retrieving the clothes from his hand.

"Why? Don't pull this secretive shit again." I state. I hate it when he keeps secrets, and he knows that.

He widens his eyes a bit from my words and chuckles.

"Such vulgar language for such a innocent girl." He says with a tiny but clear visible smirk.

"Yeah yeah, are you gonna tell me or not?" I cut to the chase.

"Amelia I don't think you really wann-"

"Harry just tell me." I cut him off, starting to become annoyed.

"Fine. We killed the people that lived here." He says before walking around me towards the bed.

I stay frozen for a moment, not turning around to him somewhere behind me. I am shocked, but honestly how can I be? I know who Harry is, I know what he's done. But every time he tells me something like that it throws me off guard.

"Was there a child?" I boldly ask in my monotone state, still standing with my back to him.

"What?" He asks.