(Raisa's outfit above!! Don't judge I picked it out of my closet it looks better when I wear it lol. Plus the lighting makes it look like the colours don't match, but they do, trust me. I drown in Hollister Co., A&F, and Sperry's they're like the best 😂 anyways continue on.)
Harry
I've been trying to figure out who killed her family, and nothing leads up. It's making me frustrated to see her so upset and I never thought someone's despair would effect me so much. It's overwhelming to know that she could be made happy, and I feel like I'm not trying hard enough.
Never have I ever thought I would try to make someone happy.
I'm used to people under me, writhing to get out of my hold, only for blood to be shed and poured. I could go for a kill right now, it's my drug when ever stress over takes me, or whenever someone tries to get slick with me.
The boys have been acting weird lately, Zayn especially.
He's been trying to get Raisa to smile, only for him to fail, which makes him upset. He's so used to girl just smiling by looking at him, so I would expect him to be irritated or annoyed.
I make my way downstairs, and to my surprise, Raisa is not in her room, but actually making an effort to eat something.
Zayn comes up to me, and whispers in my ear. "I got her to eat mate, I actually got her to eat!" He quietly exclaims.
Though she's eating quite slowly, she's actually eating. That makes me smile.
"Good for you mate" I quietly chuckle.
I walk over to Raisa, sitting in front of her, leaning on the table with my elbows used for support.
"How are you feeling?" I ask, partially hoping that it wasn't a stupid question, in which it probably was.
She stops to swallow her food, before speaking.
"Fine, I guess." She says lowly, sounding like a sigh being let out.
"I'm trying to figure this mess out, you know?" I say.
"You don't have to, though." She says, her voice raspy.
"But I actually do have to. Seeing you this upset is upsetting and I think this deserves some justice, which would probably make you feel better." I say.
A smile finds it's way to her lips, but it doesn't reach her eyes.
"Can I go back to, uh.. My house?" She asks.
I frown. "Why?" I ask.
"Only for my phone.. I have no other reason to be there.. Everything else is paid off I just need my phone, and oh shit the bill.." She rambles.
"I figured you had a phone, so I covered the bill for six months. If you want to go back and get it, you can. When?" I ask.
"Is today okay?" She asks.
"Sure. What time?" I ask.
"Whenever you have time." She says, almost as if she were being polite. She was.
"I have a lot of time on my hands right about now. We can go now, if you'd like?" I say.
"Ok, let me grab my shoes." She says.
Surprisingly, she was already dressed up. Skinny blue khakis, a burgundy shirt, and a cozy blue, burgundy, and white sweater. Looks like Zayn or one of the boys took her shopping.
I follow behind, grabbing my brown boots, matching with my trench coat.
She puts on her navy blue Sperry's and looked at me.
"Ready?" I ask.
"Yeah." She says, something lingering on her lips, a smile almost.
Raisa
Though I knew I would be a little upset about seeing the house again, it was still my home and I was almost happy to see it. Harry actually made me smile for once, but it wasn't all the way. Zayn got me to eat something, but he failed miserably. Liam and Niall had occasionally walked past and given me a small sympathetic smile, and though I don't want sympathy I wouldn't blame them. Even I wouldn't know how to act if someone like me was acting like me. If that even makes sense. Harry has been oddly nice, and Zayn is too nice.
Odd. They're supposed to be a gang member and a psycho serial killer, but whatever, I guess.
We make it to my house, and I don't even bother asking Harry how he knows my address, but when I see the house, a mixture of sadness and happiness sink into me.
I open the door, and finally, there is no child lock.
I take in everything, the small plants near the stairs, the brick stairs, the white bricked pattern that adorns the house, god I've missed this house so much.
I walk towards the entrance, looking for the tan brown rock. Why am I looking for a rock, you may ask? This isn't some tiny boulder, it's where I kept the spare, not even Rais knew about it, and that's how I got him to take care of his key and never lose it.
Though he didn't lose the key, he lost his life.
(A/N Shit mate that was deep)
I sigh, opening the rock, and taking the key out.
"That's clever." Harry says from behind.
"I know right." I cockily smirk.
(A/N this bitch is real bipolar. Me af)
I open the door, taking my shoes off before entering.
Harry walks right in without taking his shoes off.
I smack his shoulder lightly. "What are you? Crazy? Take your shoes off!" I whisper. (Arab moms af)
"Okay, okay!" He whispers back.
I walk on to the stairs and climb up.
My toe hits the wooden step at the end.
"Crap" I whisper.
"Why are we whispering" Harry says from behind me and I jump, earning a chuckle from him.
"If it wasn't you, you would have been tumbling down the stairs." I say with a glare, trying to look serious.
"I can't take you seriously right now." Harry laughs.
"You wouldn't have knocked anyone down moving like that, you slow poke." Harry laughs.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." I say, walking towards my room.
I open the door, and immediately my eyes water.
It hasn't been touched, and it looks the same as the way I left it.
It's only been a month or something, and it seems like I haven't seen this place in ages.
My phone lie on my black nightstand, and it still remains in the charger.
"You've got some style" Harry says.
"I know" I say, picking up my iPhone 4, examining it.
I open my phone, only to be bombarded with tons of notifications.
"You've also got juice" he says again.
"No-no, not really. No one wants to text me, unless they're blind" I say, lightly chuckling to myself.
"You seriously need to upgrade your phone, it's 2016 Raisa. iPhone 6's do exist, you know?" He says laughing.
"Last time I checked I was too busy being kidnapped by you to even think about a damn phone. Look where I'm at now." I say, getting a little upset.
Harry doesn't get the memo, though.
"God, no one even owns that big ass charger anymore. Phew, I am so punny" he laughs, faking the perspiration on his forehead.
"Shut up" I say, getting annoyed. Why am I getting annoyed so quickly, anyways?
"Don't get me started on how fat that phone-"
"Just shut up Harry!" I yell.
He makes an 'oh shit' face, something like Niall would do, and I instantly feel bad.
"I'm sorry" I say quietly.
I walk out the room, and right on the other corner, sits Rais's room.
Should I do it?
I think it would be best to do so, to help me lift some of this weight.
I walk towards his door, Harry's footsteps lightly padding behind me.
I open his room, and there are some clothes -not a lot-, but enough to make me want to fold them.
I immediately kneel down, picking up the clothes, and putting them on his bed, just so I wouldn't have to pick them up one by one to fold.
I'm midway into finishing the clothes until Harry begins speaking.
"Oh my god, is this really what you do when you see clothes unfolded?"
"Yeah?" I say, without turning.
"Just watching you fold makes me feel even lazier" he says, and I immediately feel his arms around my waist picking me up.
"Harry let go!" I say, his arms tickling me.
"Nope" he says, chuckling lightly
I kick my foot behind his leg causing him to trip in the hallway, and I turn, straddling him.
"Look who can't move now" I say laughing.
"Oh, don't I like this position." He says, smirking.
"You're so dirty!" I try to move off, and I am flipped over.
"But I love this one even more" he says, pinning both of my wrists in one hand above my head, whispering the words in my ear. Why do I have to have such small wrists, and why does he have to have such large hands?
His head then moves down to my neck, lips brushing.
I let out a small whimper, and move my head to the side, his lips tickling my skin.
Then out of no where, his lips attach onto my skin, sucking harshly.
An involuntary moan leaves my lip as Harry licks at the skin, soothing it.
"Fuck, that was hot. I should do that more often, just to hear that pretty little moan of yours." He says, his voice an octave lower than normal. Is it wrong to say that it sounded so good? This whole situation is wrong.
I try to writhe out of his grip, until his hand comes down, and holds me down by my stomach. And it just so happens that I giggle. Why am I so ticklish?
"Oh?" He questions. I am confused at first, until his hand starts dancing on my stomach, a fit of uncontrollable laughters leaving my mouth.
"St-st-stop" I say in between breaths, my chest in pain from laughing so much.
He still attacks me with the tickles and my eyes prick with tears.
"Please" I say.
But once he stops, his grip still firm on my wrists, he drops his head down, whispering "Come and get me" and with that, the grip on my wrists is free, and so is the weight on my hips.
I quickly process what he says, and I run downstairs, Harry nowhere to be seen.
I walk into the kitchen and Harry stands, smirking.
I look down and my cheeks heat up, but I begin smirking.
"What's up?" I say.
"Uh, nothing, what's up?" He asks me, slightly confused.
"Your dick" I say and run off, putting my shoes on, while opening the door.
Harry follows behind and I hop in his SUV, locking the doors.
Nice going Harold, you left the keys in your car.
He runs towards his car door, pulling the latch, only for it to be locked, and his eyes meeting a smirking me.
"Raisa, if you don't open this door, you're totally in for some trouble." He says.
"Oh, what are you gonna do? Spank me?" (She's asking for it wtf)
"Although that would sound great, you should really unlock the door." He says.
"Fine" I say, rolling my eyes like a child.
I unlock the door, and he opens the door hopping in.
"Roll your eyes like a child again, and I'll spank you like one" he smirks, starting his car.
My eyes widen and he begins driving.
What have I got myself into?
Unedited and shitty, sorry I have school tomorrow and I'm not tired and I'm panicking
Sorry for this long chapter it's really jumbled up, I got real carried away, and god this chapter goes from 0-100-0-100-0 the ending was crap so I said 0 lol. My birthday is in 1 day (the 27th) lol. Sorry for this shetty chappie once again, keep doing you because you is awesome!
All the love x, Dunya.