LOST

Chapter 40

I jolted awake from my sleep, feeling unadapted for a second as my eyes wandered in the familiar room. I looked to my right but there was no sight of the curly haired boy. I sat up straight on the large bed, grimacing as I felt a faint pain in my groin and rubbed my eyes, the clock beside me letting me know it was three in the morning. It was such an unnecessary time to wake up. I pushed the duvet aside and got up, my cheeks blushing as the fact that I was naked hit me once more. I quickly walked over Harry's closet and stole one of his clean boxers and a gray top.

I couldn't help but checked myself in the mirror, looking for a change in my reflection and failing. I still looked like me, I didn't know what was I expecting, maybe a sign on my forehead saying 'no more virgin'. My hair was a mess and I looked smaller than I actually was in Harry's clothes. The hem of his top was touching the end of his boxer, making me look like I was naked under it. My reflection reminding me Harry's phrase, 'freshly fucked' and my lips curling into a naughty smile.

Harry's silhouette appeared in the mirror from the darkness, walking closer to me in the hall, his beautiful features getting visible with every step he took. The look in his eyes were puzzled and I was distracted by his naked torso. I stood there and watched him walk closer until he was right behind me, so close I could feel his breath on my neck. "Why did you wake up?" He asked, eyes locked on mine in the mirror.

"I don't know." I shrugged. "You?"

"I just didn't sleep." he said. "Watching you was so inviting, I couldn't resist."

My eyes widened with his confession, blood rushing towards my cheeks as one of his large hands slipped under his top I was wearing, grazing my skin gently. "Then I couldn't sleep because you didn't stop snoring." He said, stiffling his amusement.

"I did not!" I protested and elbowed him hard, but he didn't even look like he felt it.

"Alright," he said and slipped his other hand into the top, both hands rested on my hips and I felt the heat of my body increase painfully. "You didn't really, but you didn't shut up about your brother."

Oh, no. I knew I was talking in my sleep, not everynight, mostly when I was exhausted or had so much to think. "What did I say?" I asked ashamedly, looking down at my feet.

"I don't understand the half of them, you just kept repeating his name and scowled." He said and his hands shifted up on my stomach slowly, making my insides melt.

"I'm just worried about him." I looked up at the mirror again and found his eyes.

"I know baby." he whispered. "But everything will be okay, I'll keep you safe."

"I don't care about my safety, I want him safe." I said a little louder than I intended. Harry's hands tightened around me and perfect shaped brows pulled together.

"He's okay." he said.

"No, he's not." I insisted, he was far from being safe I just want to hit Harry in the head with a stick to make him realize. "Harry, I want you both out of that place forever." Oh, I was planning to say only Zayn but my indiscreet mouth couldn't help itself.

Harry looked directly into my eyes from the mirror, greens clouded with dark thoughts. I held my breath as we kept looking at each other. But when he spoke, his voice was soft and calm. "Zayn knows what he's doing, Anne." he said. "And it is not your place to tell me what to do about my business."

I shoved his hands away irritably and stepped away from him. "What is my place Harry? Tell me please, enlighten me." I could hardly kept my voice low as I spoke, I wanted to throw something at him, something hard. His ego maybe.