These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends [h.s.]

Chapter 23

TW // mention of suicide

"Wake up."

I groggily open my eyes while yawning. After rubbing my eyes I roll my neck in discomfort at the way I slept. As my vision clears, once again I see Harry who's towering over me. It's as if Harry waking me up and being the first thing I see in the morning has become a daily routine.

"Get up and shower I have to be somewhere." He whispers.

"What?" I croak still trying to understand what exactly happened that made me feel so sick.

"C'mon get up." Harry's tone rises from what was once a whisper to a demand.

"Calm down," I mumble. I smack my lips in thirst and eye the room to spot something to drink. My wandering stare halts in confusion when I realized we were no longer at Harry's apartment.

It seemed like we were in some sort of penthouse as there were huge windows and an open living space leading to a flight of stairs that went down from the bedroom door.

"What...Where are we?" I dodge my head up at Harry waiting for an answer but all I was returned was a mischievous grin.

I toss the sheets to the side and jump on my feet. "Seriously Harry where are we?" Again, all he gives me is a stupid smile. I'm starting to assume he thinks my worry and concern is amusing.

"Where are we." This time I leap towards him expressing a crazy look in my eyes.

"You don't remember what happened last night, do you?" Harry sniggers.

"Last night? What happened last night?" I rack my brain trying to find some sort of an answer but nothing comes to mind.

"I don't expect you to remember especially after I drugged you." He shrugs nonchalantly.

"You what?" What the hell is he talking about?

"It was either I give you some sort of sedative on the plane to calm your crazy ass down or crashing so I did what was necessary." Harry walks away from me and sits down on the bed in a relaxing position.

"Sedative? Plane?" My eyes intensify as do my words. I bring my hand to my head trying to make sense of everything I'm hearing.

Harry exhales a huge sigh and walks to the curtain of a window. "Don't freak out." As soon as he pushes the curtains to the side, I'm met with the blazing sun directly hitting my eyes. I toss my hand over them and walk closer to get a better look. Instantly, I spot what seemed to be a hundred palm trees and a beach littered with thousands of people.

"Welcome to Miami," Harry smiles.

"Miami...But we were just in New York?" I whisper, completely dumbfounded.

"Yeah, but I asked you if you wanted to go and you said what was it...Miami it is?" Harry laughs. Anger takes control when I grab a pillow from the bed and whack him across the face.

"What is your problem?" He screams.

"My problem? Not only did you kidnap me to New York but now you kidnap me to Miami. I don't even remember saying that. Are you clinically insane?" I shout in his face.

"I don't see what your issue is you said it was okay," He exaggerates, waving his hands in the air.

"Okay? I was drunk and apparently drugged out of my mind! If I'd have said no would you still have taken me with you?"

"Yes," he blurts.

"Ugh, do you see what I mean! Why are we even here?" I run my hands through my hair in frustration. There's no way this could be real. Every time I have a conversation with Harry I'm reminded how crazy my life is. This type of stuff only happens in movies or books where the guy and the girl fall in love at the end. If there's one thing I know for sure it's that this is far from a fucking love story.