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Chapter 4
I looked up at the recognized voice and never thought I'd be so happy to see him of all people. He pissed me off earlier, but at least he hadn't attempted to assault me sexually. Harry's arms were crossed over his chest as he looked onward at the three of us with a stern look that made him seem a bit older than twenty one.
Sasha sighed and glared at him with shrewd gray eyes. "This is called the girls den for a reason, Boba," she told him with raised eyebrows.
Harry narrowed his eyes at her while I brought my legs up to my chest and tried to guard my body. His eyes noticed this and he shook his head, stepping farther into the room. Part of me wanted to jump off the couch and run to him, but Sasha reminded me of a snake that attacked when she traced unwanted movement so I waited until Harry extended his own hand. "Sasha," he warned with disappointment in his voice.
She slowly smirked at him, raising from the couch. I side glanced at her as she practically pranced towards him. "Come on, Harry," she lured, standing in front of him and placing a hand on his chest. Her back was to me and as she said this Madge began to run her hand up my leg and I quickly slapped it. She flinched as I scoot farther away from her to which she only rolled her eyes. "We can take her altogether," I just barely heard Sasha whisper to him. At this my back straightened as I became alarmed. She walked around to his side and leaned up into his ear. Her pink lips moved, but I heard nothing as I sat in my own fear. Harry's eyes were looking directly at me and I used my own to plead. I shook my head and it terrified me how straight his face was.
He grabbed her by her hip, managing to rotate the both of them so their backs were facing me. Sasha gasped as Harry murmured into her ear and I hugged myself even more tightly. I heard nothing of Harry other than when he released her and asked, "Okay?"
Sasha backed away from him with a scowl on her face. She responded leaning into his face, "I thought you would enjoy fucking a virgin."
I gasped quietly at the vulgarity of her words and nearly began sweating. Oh my god, I thought. I saw Harry's hands clench into fists and he pushed Sasha away from him. She stumbled back and I thought she might fall over, but she didn't. Harry spun around and I cringed at his angry gaze. His eyebrows hunched over his green eyes that seemed to gleam dangerously and he pointed his finger at Madge. "Get out," he snarled. He jabbed his finger to the doors behind me, grabbing Sasha by her wrist and nearly tossing her to Madge. "Take her to her room and fucking get out." Madge quickly stood up, making me loosen up a bit at distance coming between us. Harry strode forward to tell Sasha sternly while yanking on her wrist, "You and I are talking about this tomorrow."
She harshly glared at him, tugging on her wrist and began mumbling in a foreign language as he let her go and waved his hand at the pair as a sign of dismissal. I swallowed at the feral exchange and for some reason had thought that the two were a pair or something. After earlier I had just assumed, I guess.
I didn't allow myself to relax further until Madge and Sasha had disappeared. I closed my eyes and sighed heavily. My forehead touched my crossed forearms on my knees and I licked my mouth. I peeked out to watch Harry and I saw him with his hand pressed to his temple as he muttered, "Fucking . . . shit." He sighed heavily and I went back to staring at my knees when he looked back at me. He stepped forward and sat down heavily beside me. I didn't know how to respond. On one hand he was being a dick earlier, but on the other hand he had briefly been tolerable and he just saved me from one of his crazy lady friends or whatever.
Total eclipse of the heart, right?
I was watching him carefully since Harry nearly terrified the piss out of me with the temper he briefly exposed. Usually when we talked he was either strangely nice or he was a cocky asshole. Looking at him now he just seemed tired. That reminded me of how early in the morning it was.
There wasn't as much room between the two of us as I would've hoped, but I made no comment since he was keeping to himself, his hands rubbing each other in his lap as he stared at them. I went back to discreetly watching him and he opened his mouth, searching for the right things to say. "I'm, uh, I'm sorry about her." He raised his hand to the back of his neck and excused, "She was raised a bit differently in Russia. Also-here, but you know she's a bit of a puzzle." He nodded and I pressed my lips together.
He glanced at me to which I only hid my face again from him since I was still intimidated. He sighed and stood up, beginning to walk out of the room and so I had to fight past my tightly closed throat and say, "Wait."
He obeyed and paused, glancing over his shoulder at me. I blushed and pleaded, "Don't leave me," in a gentle tone of embarrassment and shyness. I didn't want Sasha to come back and I didn't want to see Madge on her way out, either. Harry, as rude as he may be sometimes, at least had what appeared to be a conscious. He gave me a sympathetic look and turned around, walking back towards me. I blushed even further when he squatted in front of me, wondering how tall he even was.
"You do know what time it is, right?" he asked me.
I didn't know where he was going, but I shrugged. "It's in the AM, right?" I couldn't remember what time the girls had said it was.
He nodded. "And you do know that I only have one place for you to stay at the moment that isn't a couch, right?" he continued.
I parted my lips not really sure. "Um, what?"
Harry's own lips curved at the corners and he had to look down, appearing to stifle a laugh. "You'd have to sleep with me, love," he told me.
I got even more shy and suddenly thought staying out here wouldn't be so bad, but then I glanced behind me at the dark end of the hall and I didn't want Sasha crawling back out of there to get me. I faced Harry. "Do you snore?"
He chortled and raised to a stand, making me feel like a dwarf as he looked down at me. He gave me his hand and answered, "Not too bad, hopefully."
I bit my lip and took his hand, being pulled upright by him. He was gentle with me and I smiled at him. He returned it and told me, "I'll easily have a room cleared out for you sometime soon, but until then I'd happily take you shopping tomorrow."
I raised an eyebrow and wondered if I was the first person he'd kidnapped. You shouldn't take someone you stole out in public. But I didn't tell him that. Instead I hid a smug smirk and I said, "That sounds cool."
He smiled at me and I partially felt for him. He was kind of nice, so why did he have to kidnap me?
He's a criminal, I reminded myself cautiously. So don't go soft just because he's going to take you out tomorrow.
"Are you tired?" he asked me as he led me back towards the stairs from earlier.
I shook my head at him and he hummed. I felt a wave of dizziness and my stomach clenched. "I'm hungry, though," I said.
At this Harry's eyes widened. "Oh. Oh," he muttered. "Have you eaten since you woke up?" he asked.
I shook my head and my legs shook beneath me. I began to fall, but he caught me and lifted me in his arms like a child. He swore quietly as he began to go up the stairs. "It's like these stairs hate you, you know?"
I laughed at this and covered my mouth with my hand. I was really hungry.
"I don't know what we have in the kitchen at the moment, but I can make something, I bet," he told me as we got off the stairs. My eyes were closed and I wanted sleep again. Who needs food? Sleep is just as good. "I'm sorry, Laney, I should've had you fed as soon as you woke up," he apologized.
I didn't reply and instead hoped he'd shut up and let me sleep. I was set down somewhere in a seat and my head fell forward as my arms were placed on a cold surface. I didn't even open my eyes, I just used them as a pillow for my head.
"Just you wait, Laney, I'll make you some pretty damn good food," he insisted as I tuned him out.
~*~
"Wake up..."
"Wake up..."
I frowned at the weird brushing against my ear and as the voice repeated that phrase I raised my hand to my ear as I realized they were whispering into it. I swatted at the person, but they only laughed. I raised my head simply for the sake of glaring at them and I saw Harry with a smile put up a peace sign.
I grunted and he rolled his eyes. "I made you food, Lanaura."
I made a displeased sound again. "Please, don't call me that."
He seemed to resist a smile. "Why?" he asked.
"Because I don't like my full name," I said, rubbing my eyes and raising myself into a slouch.
He frowned and thought for a moment. "You have a beautiful name, though."
It took all I had not to openly gape at him. It kind of irritated me how nice he was being. It would be just easier for the both of us if he could be a cruel kidnapper and nothing more, but no he had to be a not so bad guy.
I looked away from him in discomfort and I think he took the hint since he kind of moved away from me as I scratched beneath my ear.
"I made tacos," he said.
I raised an eyebrow and for some reason thought that was the most random thing he could've chosen to make. "Tacos?" I repeated as I rubbed my eyes.
He chuckled. "Yep. Mexican food is actually one of my favorite specialties although I'm not quite the same as the real deal," he shrugged. I finally noticed the kitchen being redecorated to look like a taco-kit.
On the counter behind Harry I could see bowls probably having taco ingredients in them and I saw both soft tortillas and hard taco shells and of course there was taco meat on the stove. And then there was Harry who kind of just stood there with his arms open looking at the mess proudly.
If he hadn't strangled me I might consider trying to be friends with him.
"I could either make you a taco or you could make it yourself," Harry told me.
I felt my stomach ache and I just asked him, "Will you make it for me?"
He smiled. "I certainly will, Miss Laney."
~*~
Once Laney had finished eating she had pushed her plate away and fallen asleep right there on the counter. Harry took the time to put everything away in case one of the boys wanted to make a taco or if he wanted one for lunch later. When he turned and saw Laney asleep with her mouth open and her cheek pressed to her arm he didn't understand his feelings.
He set them aside and picked up a paper towel, folding it and then setting it underneath Laney's mouth in case she drooled.
Harry rubbed his eyes and yawned. He should've been asleep but he felt bad for how he'd behaved towards Laney earlier so he wanted to go check on her when he found Sasha and Madge harassing her.
Harry was mad at Sasha but at the same time wanted to understand why she had been so thoughtless.
Louis suddenly wandered into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and yawning loudly.
"Christ, Louis, keep it down. Even I yawned quieter," Harry teased. Louis followed Harry's eyes that pointed to the sleeping Laney and he smirked.
"She's quite the sweetheart," he murmured walking over to where Harry was still putting everything into containers.
He scoffed. "Really? Do you like her?" He didn't know why he asked the question, but it escaped him before he could stop it.
Louis raised his eyes at Harry incredulously. "Do I like her? First of all are we in grade school? Second of all, no. She's too young for my taste," he shrugged. Louis didn't know much about Laney's maturity, but he knew her age and it wasn't one of interest to him.
"Hmm," Harry hummed.
Louis eyed the green eyed lad beside him and felt a grin developing on his face. Harry felt the gaze on him and saw the smile in his peripheral vision. He eventually sighed. "Yes?"
Louis shook his head. "Nothing. It's just I couldn't help but wonder..." He trailed off and traced his chin. "Do you fancy the young Lanaura?"
Harry glared at Louis. "No," he said finding the idea ridiculous. "She's like twelve and has the temper of a Chihuahua."
Louis laughed quietly. He couldn't help but think Harry was somewhat and somehow attracted to the blonde headed girl asleep on the counter.
"Harry, why don't you take Laney to bed? I'll finish up here. Besides you look pretty beat yourself," Louis pointed out at Harry's droopy eyes and sluggish movements.
Harry took the moment of consideration to rub his eyes tiredly and as a yawn approached him he knew he should find a mattress soon too. He turned to Louis and said, "Thanks, Lou." He pat Louis' shoulder as he passed by him and Louis shook his head at the boy.
"No problem," he murmured as Harry picked Lanaura up, causing a little hitch in her very soft and barely audible snores. While Louis picked up on where he left off, Harry began to walk towards his room, careful to how he held Laney. He was thankful to find that he had left the door open slightly, so he nudged it for it to open. When he entered, he quickly strode the steps he needed to reach the bed where he gently rest her down onto the bed. Her blonde hair billowed around her head and Harry paused, seeing fragments of beauty he hadn't noticed beforehand.
Her skin was smooth surprisingly. He'd struggled with acne as a teenager. Her lips were a soft shade of pink and her dark eyelashes cast the smallest shadows over her barely pink-tinted cheeks and Harry grit his teeth.
He hoped Laney wouldn't mind if he were to strip to his boxers, but wasn't sure how that would work.
He stripped of his clothes and got into bed on the other side opposite her so he wouldn't disturb her.
Harry closed his eyes, sleeping on his back and crossed his arms over his chest. Just as he was beginning to fall off, he felt movement and he blinked his eyes. He was reaching up to rub his eyes when he realized there was a weight on him. He looked down and saw Laney had her head resting on his chest and her hand innocently holding his waist. He gaped and noticed she was still totally knocked out as she rest on top of him, yet she was mumbling to herself softly.
It'd been so long since he'd been with a girl so intimately that he was unsure on how to react. His heart wasn't, though as it raced for reasons he couldn't quite comprehend. Laney nuzzled against him and Harry's body reacted without him processing their actions. His arms slowly wrapped around her frame and he felt a warmth that he hadn't felt in a while. She was soft and warm against him and as he looked down at the poor unfortunate girl who he'd stolen he suddenly understood what he had done.
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