I BITE(Harry Styles fanfic)

CHAPTER 4 - Safe

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I clutched the metal bucket with cleaning supplies as I moved rapidly down the hall. The hood of the chamber maid's uniform and a dust mask shielded my face from prying eyes and I took sure steps in the direction of the south wing. I glanced down at the red numbers flashing on my wrist...

2:00pm.

Shit! I need to move faster or I'll never make it in and out of there before Hitler finishes his meeting.

I picked up my pace and winced each time my two inch heels clicked noisily on the hardwood floor.

Should have worn flats...

I was hiding and I was afraid the loud tapping of my heels would draw unwanted attention to me... but no time to slow down.

I was moving so fast I didn't see the maid opening a door and...wack!

There went my face into the shiny wooden door.

I was instantly thrown off balance and my butt landed on the floor with a heavy thud.

"Holy shinazzle, snow white and the poisoned apple! Would you watch where you open that thing." I cried, clutching my nose through the dusk mask in pain with both hands. The little witch didnt even spare me a glance as she wagged her bony behind down the corredor as if she didn't just hit a fellow maid in the face with a door.

Ahhhh!...Psychotic witch!

I know that lower-level chamber maids were invisible when working, but holy mother of the flying dragons, I'm sure they were not that invisible.

I glared after the figure going down the corredor.

Oh how I'd love to go after that little witch and rip her fake blonde hair out! I could see it now: my hands gripping that scruffy shoulder-length hair as I pulled with all my might, listening with satisfaction as it rip from her skull while she screamed in agony.

A synical smile graced my lips as I indulge my momentary fantasy. I sighed, it hurts that I didn't have the time to make that fantasy a reality...

You know what else hurts? My nose!

I now registered the feeling of warmth sliding over my lips. Oh shit! I think my nose is broken! Is that blood on the dust mask?

Great, now I'll have to pay for the thing and I dont have a credit chip...just freaking great!

I scrambled to my feet and picked up the bucket that had fallen to the floor during my ordeal with the door. I clutched my bleeding nose with my free hand and resumed my brisk walk down the hall towards Hitler's chamber, trying desperately not to rub my soar butt...wouldn't want to come across as scratching myself; not with a guard standing motionless to the side.

Guards didnt interfere in matters between staff, not unless it was to the point of life and death...or destruction of property. But wasn't my case destruction of property? I mean, aren't all palace staff property of the King, automatically making me -

I shook my head vehemently; the thought of belonging to the king in anyway was enough to make my stomach turn. It was bad enough that I had no control over him being my guardian but I definitely had control over my thoughts, and Hitler, not even in my head, will never have any claim on me.

The closer I came to the king's living quarters, the more guards lined the corridor like statues. Seventeen pairs of eyes followed me as I force my feet to move leisurely as not to draw more attention to myself.