Fragile

Chapter 2

(A/N: Wonder what Harry looks like in this book? Picture is posted :) If you can't see it: he looks like he did in Midnight Memories and Story Of My Life xx)

Lauren's POV

I can feel a harsh wind blowing against my skin as a young man carries me inside a rather large mansion. I'm only wearing pyjamas so it's absolutely freezing cold out here. The rope around my feet is irritating as hell and-

Wait a minute. Hold up. Pause.

Why on earth am I being carried by a stranger.. Following three other strangers.. Into a strange house? One of the men turn around and it's my father. All of a sudden last night dawns on me.

"Harold, take her upstairs" My father scoffs.
"For the last time James if you call me Harold again I'll-" The boy shouts.

He drops me on the stone cold floor and I whimper at the touch of my skin colliding with it. Walking away from me, he grabs my father by the collar of his shirt and connects his fist with his jaw.

Harold, I believe his name was, scooped me back up and took me upstairs and into what I think is the guest room. I watch him carefully as he picks up a dagger and brings it to my wrists.

He slices down and cuts the rope off as I squeeze my eyes shut as tight as I possibly can.

"Relax" He chuckes, "I don't even know you so I can't be that cruel yet. Untie yourself, I'm just going for a shower."

He walks into the en-suite bathroom, rubbing the back of his neck.
His laughter left me smiling like an idiot when he went to shower. It was my new favourite sound.

What am I saying? I don't even know this boy.

He comes back into the room in Calvin Klein boxers and shirtless, drying his hair with one hand.

"Oh yeah, what's your name?" Not even looking at me when he speaks.

"Lauren." He doesn't even look up or acknowledge me and minutes pass with him just staring at his fingers, "You know, speaking without eye contact and blanking someone when they answer your question is considered rude."

"Well Laura, you're gonna have to get used to it. Calling someone rude is actually considered rude in it's own way you know." He smirks.

"My name is Lauren! I literally just told you minutes ago!"

"Same thing" He shrugs, "The name's Harry. Has James told you the story of why you're here yet?"

"No Harvey, he has not."

"It's Harry" His eye brows push together, a deep frown on his face.

"Same thing" I stick my tongue out, quoting his own words. I get up to see if there was any clothes in the wardrobe whilst Harry is sitting on the bed still but smiling and shaking his head.