"Wake up" I hear a loud voice in my ear and jump awake.
My eyes look to my hands and then I take in my surroundings before meeting Harry's eyes.
"Where are we?" I ask him and he smirks before holding his arms out for me.
"Secret" He says. "Now jump down".
I lift my leg off one side and then try to turn but I end up getting stuck and losing my balance. A small scream escapes my lips as I fall off, but before I hit the ground I am caught by a pair of arms waiting for me.
"Are you always this clumsy?" Harry asks with an annoyed tone and I glare at him before straightening myself up and dusting down my pants.
"No, I'm not".
He laughs before grabbing my forearm and then pulling me. I look ahead to see a beautiful little cabin made from wood.
"Is this where we're staying?" I ask him and he turns around to give me a sarcastic look.
"Nah".
I roll my eyes as he chuckles and tugs me towards the cabin.
His tight grip on my arm makes me look towards his face, and I notice his defined, stubbly jawline and his nicely shaped eyebrows. I noticed his imperfections and smile slightly.
Part of me wishes I had met this man in a different life, where he wasn't a gang leader and where I wasn't his captive, and part of me wishes that we had a chance. A chance where he wasn't a despiteful, mean rat and a chance where we could get along and go for dinner dates like ordinary people.
He's just so attractive. Physically, I mean. His personality is no short of rotten which is why I think I find him so repulsive, but I can't help but feeling a bit of sadness for ending up this way. Why couldn't Harry have been a boy I met in the streets, or one of my father's men's sons so we could have grown up together and become close friends?
I laugh at the thought and shake my head. It could never be like that.
"I never thought wood was so amusing" Harry's deep voice breaks me out of my thoughts and I look towards him once more to see him smirking at me. "What's so funny?"
"What? Oh- Nothing" I answer shortly, and he hums before settling quiet again.
He opens the cabin door before pulling me inside and closing the door behind us.
I hear him fiddling around in the dark a bit and then I hear the sound of a match being lit, the light engulfing the room. I watch as he slowly lights a lantern and then places it down on a small wooden table.
I take my time to look around the cute little cabin. There is a single bed in the corner, accompanied by what seems to be a bear skin underneath. There are a few crates in the opposite corner, and I assume they're full of non perishable foods.
Other than that, the small wooden table with two chairs and a small sink, that's all that is in the cabin.
"Looks like fun" I say with fake enthusiasm, and I watch as Harry once again rolls his eyes in annoyance. "If you roll those eyes any harder they'll probably roll into the back of your head".
"Shut up" He says as he walks towards the crates. I watch as he uses a crowbar from god knows where to open the crate and then watch as he reaches in.
"Think fast" He says loudly before throwing something towards me and I quickly catch it, looking at it.
Baked beans. What on earth is that?
"I'm impressed" Harry speaks up from the other side of the room. "You have fast reflexes".
"I get it from my dad" I reply proudly, and watch as he scoffs.
"Your Dad has reflexes slower than a turtle" He shoots back.
"One" I say, "Turtles are fast. Two, how would you feel if I said your Dad was a failure constantly?"
He suddenly starts stalking towards me with a sharp knife in his hand and I have no other choose but to be cornered into the wall. I flinch as he stabs the knife into the wall behind my head and leans in.
"Do not talk about my Father".
"Why?" I question. "You talk about mine".
He pulls the knife out of the wall then walks towards the table, sitting down and using the sharp appliance to open up his can of baked beans. "This conversation is over. Eat your food".
"Whatever. Can I have your knife?"
Suddenly he gets really defensive and looks at me. "Why do you want it?"
"Uh... To open my can?" I slowly answer him and his mouth forms an "o" before he shakes his head.
"Here" He holds out his hand. "Give it to me, I'll open it".
He doesn't trust me.
I slide my can to the other side of the table and watch as he digs his knife into it, opening it up.
"I've never had baked beans before" I say when he slides it back to me.
"Yeah" He scoffs. "Rich girl. You'd better get used to them because we eat them very regularly. And if you don't like them, too bad for you".
I ignore his comment about me being rich and then dig into my food. The texture is quite unpleasant at first but then it turns out okay. I could get used to this.
When we both finish our food, Harry slides his can towards me and then smiles spitefully.
"You can wash those up. It's 7:58 so after you wash up you can go to bed" He tells me like he's my Dad or something. How did it get so late so fast? The trip must have been a few hours.
"Um excuse me?" I ask him in disbelief and he stands before walking to the front door.
"You're excused. If you're not finished washing up and lying underneath those bed sheets in five minutes when I return, you'll be sleeping outside, tied up to a post". They're his last words before he leaves the cabin and slams the door behind him. I hear the sound of the door being locked and quickly run to put my hands against the wood.
Locked in. Of course.
Sighing, I decide that washing up wouldn't be so bad after all. I turn the only tap there and wait for it to come warm but it doesn't.
Sick bastard is making me wash up even though he knows there's no hot water and it's no use washing up two cans.
I quickly place the cans in the sink before scrubbing them with my bare hands and then placing them on the table again. I make my way over to the bed and make sure to check for bed bugs before I climb in.
Just as I'm mid pulling down my jeans, I hear the door handle being fiddled with and quickly scramble into the bed. Just as the door opens I pull the blanket over my body and see Harry standing in the open doorway, eyebrows raised.
"Well well well. Look who did as they were told" He says smugly.
I ignore him and turn over so I'm facing the wall. I hear his footsteps against the wood and notice he stops right at the edge of my bed.
"You took your jeans off. You're going to be freezing" His voice fills the room again and I shrug.
"I don't care. They're uncomfortable to sleep in".
"Whatever you say" He says. "If you need me I'll be on the floor".
I ignore him once again and close my eyes, trying to block out everything in my mind and just get some good sleep.
Harry's POV--
The cold air fills the cabin and I shiver, climbing to my feet. Fuck it's cold.
I look to my watch to see that it's 12:23am and groan quietly in frustration.
My eyes flick to Melody and I notice her body is shaking under the covers. Ungrateful bitch, at least she has a blanket for a little bit of warmth.
I find myself staring at her for a little bit longer than intended, and slowly make my way closer to the bed. I place the back of my hand on her forehead softly to feel that it's sweaty.
Fever.
For fucks sake. How am I supposed to get her to do anything if she's sick and bothered in the next few days?
I look down at my jeans and then back at Melody.
Don't. It's too weird.
"Fuck it" I murmur, unbuttoning my tight jeans and pulling them down my legs with great difficulty. Once they're off, I lift the blanket and slowly climb in next to her, trying so fucking hard not to wake her up.
She stirs in her sleep and I tense my body but once she goes quiet and starts breathing heavily again, I relax. I hesitantly place my arm around her and pull her body into mine, now spooning her, and almost instantly feel warmer.
I try to ignore the feeling of her almost bare ass pressed up against my crotch and let out an annoyed breath of air.
Don't think of her like that, Harry. She's the daughter of that scum bag, Richard and you can't go there. Ignore how much you want to fuck her. Ignore how much you want to mess around with her and dominate her. Ignore everything.
She is our ticket to winning this war, and as long as there is no connection between the two of us, everything will go smoothly as planned.
I tighten my grip around Melody's body and then lay my head down, closing my eyes.
Ignore. Everything.
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