"Harry...w-what is that?" I asked scared, my eyes not even daring to look up at the ceiling.
He swallowed and took a step closer to me, the sound of his boots hitting against the floor filling the air between us. I felt another droplet falling on my forehead and rolling down the top of my nose. I suddenly felt my body being pinned further against the matress, putting much force to my chest.
I gasped for air and felt a weird coldness travel up my body from my toes. My mouth was wide open but I couldn't even whisper my voice. I heard Harry's heavy footsteps running towards me and in a matter of seconds he had his hands placed on my shoulders and trying to pull me off bed.
His green eyes were concerned and angry as they stared down at me. I gave him a pleading look, beggining for him to help me as tears burned my eyes and rolled down the corners of my eyes, connecting with my ears.
"Fuck! Stop it, for fuck sake!" he hissed, pulling me a little off the matress.
"H-help," I gasped, feeling something tugging roughly at my hair.
Harry's looked at my hair and his eyes widened. He looked much more angrier and his grip on my shoulders tightened. I knew I was going to have bruises but all I wanted was to get out of that bed.
My heart raced furiously and I felt my muscles twitching, cramping and tensing. The tugging at my hair brought me headache and pain to my skull.
"Get off of her!" he snapped, his green eyes glaring at something on top of my head that I couldn't see.
After saying those words, I felt the weight on my chest getting heavier and pressing me even further against the matress. This time I was able to scream, but Harry's look only told me to shut up and stop screaming next to his ear.
Harry's grip on my shoulders tightened even more and he finally managed to pull me off the bed. He tried to hug me and keep me steady, but with all the shock I pushed him away and fell down on the floor, my head dizzy and blurry vision.
My body was surrending. I felt too much pressure in my heart, too much pain. My feet were touching he wooden floor that was cold, but the carpet was soft. I actually enjoyed the coldness of the floor against my hot skin and took a couple of deep breaths to make the pain go away. I groaned in pain when I lightly pressed my palm on my chest, since it send a jolt of pain through me.
"Rebecca, are you alright?" he crouched down and tacked a strand of my hair behind my ear.
"N-n-no." I stammered, closing my eyes.
He sighed and I heard his elbow and knees hitting the floor before I felt his arm brushing against mine. I frowned and opened my eyes to look on my right and here he was, lying on the floor next to me, hands folded on his chest and eyes closed.
"W-what are you doing?" I asked in a small voice.
He shrugged, his brows pulled low. "Joining you."
"What?" I chuckled humorlessly.
"I'm not repeating myself."
"But you're not in pain. And I don't need you to join me." I said stubbornly.
He opened his eyes and raised his hand for me to look at it. I glanced at his wrist and saw a purple-blue bruise covering his skin and some tattoos. The bruise slowly got healed and I felt a part of me relieved, but the presssure on my chest was still too heavy for me to breath normally and calm down.
"You're gonna need my blood." he stated, voice low and controlled.
"I don't want it." I shot, closing my eyes again.
"I don't give a fuck. You're gonna drink it." he demanded, reminding me that I don't have the right to make my own desicions.
"You always do that." I muttered, my voice sounding weak yet brave.
I used all my power to sit up and then slowly try to stand on my feet but Harry grabbed my hand and pulled me down on the floor, my body landing on top of his. My breath hitched as I stared down in his green stressed eyes. His face was only inches away from mine, and my long hair fell on his forehead. His breath was hot and it hit my upper lip, wich only brought goose bumps to my entire body.
"Harry I-"
"Don't, Rebecca." he cut me off, tacking another strand behind my ear. That move was so calming and cute. "Don't do that."
"Do what?" I asked, feeling my heart shaking.
"You always want walk away." he whispered, his raspy voice sounding like an angel talking to me.
"And you never seem to let me go." I whispered, pressing my lips in a soft line after finishing my sentensce.
"I just can't, Rebecca." he placed his free hand on my waist.
"Yes, yes you can." I cried and got off of him, half of me regretting it as I couldn't feel his body against mine.
"Rebecca," he whined as I stood up, my quick movements sending a jolt of pain through me and making me feel dizzy.
"No, don't 'Rebecca' me." I snapped, walking over the couch and sitting on it. "I know what you're trying to do."
"What?" he chuckled and stood up, eyes showing interest.
"You're going to tell me how stubborn I am and that I have to stop lying to myself and all that stuff but I know I'm right." I said all too quickly, grabbing the blanket to pull it to cover myself.
"You're not."
"Oh yeah?" I chuckled, feeling too hot with the blanket covering me. I kicked the blanket on my feet.
"Yeah. You know you're stubborn like all those times before and you know you won't be able to understand a thing if you don't try and fight." he said, walking towards me.
"No. That's completely incorrect. I do know I'm right and I do know I'm sick of all of this." I spat, standing up and walking past him, heading to the bathroom.
"You're sick of all of this?" he sarcastically asked as he followed me into the bathroom.
"Yes, I'm sick. I don't know what's happening or if I'm safe!" I said exasperatedly, looking at myself through the mirror.
I had two dry droplets of blood on my forehead and a red line on the top of my nose. I scrunched my lips in disgust and made a grimace at the view before opening the sink and washing my hands.
"You're safe." he said and leaned against the doorway, arms folded.
"Yeah right." I let a light laugh as I ran my fingers all the way down on the top of my nose and my other hand washed the blood on my forehead.
"What? You think I'm kidding?" he sounded offended.
"Harry, I just got attacked by something invisible to me! Again!" I yelled, reaching for the clean towel on the counter.
"I told you why this is happening though!" he yelled back, scowling at me.
I wiped my face and threw the towel on the counter a little too loudly. I turned around and rested my palms on the sink behind me, leaning my hips against it.
"It was him, wasn't it?" I asked with venom in my voice.
He pressed his lips in a tight line and looked away, wasting a few more seconds of unease before nodding and bitting his lower lip.
"What does he want from me?" I said, desperate to know the answer.
"I think you already know the answer to that question, Rebecca." he said, locking eyes with me.
I frowned and shook my head slowly. That was actually unexpected. But I knew what to say next.
"He said I have to leave you."
"I know. He told me I have to kill you as soon as possible." he said, unfolding his arms and taking a step closer to me.
"That was why you were about to stab me that night." I said, narrowing my eyes as I remembered his shaking raised hand holding the knife in front of me.
"That's why I brought you in the city in the first place," he huffed, looking around and digging his hands in his pockets.
My jaw fell and my chest tightened. So this is why all this happened. So he could use me and kill me right afterwards. Do you need any more proof? I couldn't believe it. Everything seemed so fake now, like everything he did or said was a lie.
"I'm just a part of your plan..." I mumbled shocked, my voice small.
"I told you that before, didn't I?" he looked at me, his face showing nothing but uninterest.
"Yeah," I said, nodding and narrowing my eyes at him. "Yeah, you did." I walked past him and quickly went to lay on the couch.
It hurt, it really did. Hearing Harry repeating I'm nothing but a part of his plan hit me, hard. I just thought that maybe after taking that key, he would leave me out of this plan. But we're still here, in the city and he didn't tell me anything about that plan.
"I just want this to over.." I muttered, lying on my back and pulling the blanket up to my chest.
I wasn't going to sleep in that bed, hell no. I was too scared to even look back at it. I closed my eyes shut and tried to sleep, but all I ended up doing was crying myself to sleep. Just like the first night Harry took me as his hostage.
...
He kept whispering to me, his words clear and his tone strong, demanding me to do only one thing.
Leave Harry alone.
His voice was everywhere, I swear, I could feel his presensce in the room. He was surely watching me, since I felt a pair of intense eyes glaring down at me.
I whimpered and tightened my grip on the blanket, hiding most part of my face underneath it. I didn't want to open my eyes, I was not prepared to see him again.
"Rebecca," he called for me, his creepy voice sending shivers up my spine.
"Go away...please," I whispered, my voice muffled by the blanket.
"Rebecca," he said my name again, only that this time he laughed after saying it.
"Please," I begged quietly.
I felt a hand touch my shoulder and I screamed, squeezing my eyes shut and moving my legs furiously.
"Rebecca!" he snapped, grabbing my arms and pulling me up to sit.
I shook my head and screamed, my eyes still squeezed shut. I just wanted him to leave me alone, I couldn't stand any more pressure by Louis.
"Rebecca it's me-stop screaming!" I recognized the voice, and I could feel the relief course my body almost emmidiately.
I stopped fighting and opened my eyes to look at his green ones. He looked tired and he had black circles under his eyes, something that showed me he didn't sleep at all at night. I sighed heavily and he freed my arms before running a hand through his hair and sitting next to me.
The sun was burning my eyes and I covered them with the back of my hand before yawning. It was early in the morning, because when I looked at the clock on the wall it was 9:45. Yawning again, I pulled the blanket on the side and stood up. I stretched my arms and hands, since I didn't change sides for a whole night. Harry sat there and stared at me with tired eyes, hands folded and elbows resting on his knees. His chocolate curls were messy and pushed back, but a lot of strands were going to different directions.
"Are you okay? You look tired.." I said, staring directly into his eyes.
He closed his eyes and opened them sleepishly, his lips pressed into a soft line. I felt a little sorry for him, since I knew I had to do something with his state. Look at yourself, look where you're now because of him.
"Why did you react like that?" he asked, his voice deeper.
I swallowed hard. Where should I start? I looked away and rubbed my eyes since I was still too sleepy and shrugged lightly.
"Dunno, I just thought you were...him."
"Who?" his gaze was suddenly intense.
"Y-you know who." I cleared my throat.
My eyes landed on a pink box with a big white ribbon on it. I raised my brows in surprise and glanced at Harry.
"What's that?" I pointed at the box.
"I bought something for you." he said, his lips turning into a smirk and green eyes finally becoming brighter.
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A/N: What do you think is in the box? What did Harry buy for Rebecca? ;) Could it be a dress? A condom? *bursts into a laughter*. I'm kidding hahah, or maybe no? :D Thank you for reading, lots, lots, lots, of loveeeee ❤❤