Future [H.S]

Chapter Twenty Three

I woke up in the same position I slept in last night; on my side, curled up with my palms under my head and knees to my chest. But this time, Harry wasn't in front of me, in fact, he wasn't even on the bed. Maybe he went out or something. I didn't really care.

I just stayed like that, enjoying the warmth of the bed and the complete comfortable silence around me.

An hour past by, maybe more, and Harry didn't enter the bedroom. Not even once. I haven't heard any movement outside.

There was something wrong. I could feel it in my bones.

I snapped my eyes open, there was no one in the room. Where did the curly boy go?

I just sat up and tried to fix my hair even though I couldn't see what I'm doing to it. I dangled my legs from the bed and they were barely reaching the ground. How tall I am.

Yawning, I stood up from the bed and onto the rug beneath my feet and looked around. No sign of life. Have I travelled to another planet?

I called out "Harry?" but my voice was choked and raspy. I cleared my throat and called again "Harold?" much better, but no response. I said "Harry this isn't funny, there's no time to play hide and seek."

I looked under the bed, he wasn't there. I stood up and my eyes caught something on the stand beside the bed, a paper, with some words on it. I read it in a whisper

"To Pamukkale,
Open the biggest door of the closet and step in. You'll find me there, but please don't make any noise.
                                                                            ~H"

I furrowed my eyebrows. Why was he doing all that? But I did what the paper said and went for the closet, opened it and stepped inside then closed the door, just to be welcomed by complete darkness. I'll kill you Harry Styles. I repeated this sentence in my head over and over again as I waited patiently for something to happen.

Standing there in the middle of the closet felt so awkward and I was ready to go out and find that jerk and kill him. But before I could do anything, I felt a large hand grasping me tightly around the waist and another placed on my mouth.

I screamed by instinct and clawed at the strong hands, but I stopped when I heard him whisper in my ear, loudly " shush, it's okay, it's me Harry, just shut the hell up!"

The first thing I did when he let go of me was to slap him on his face, hard, which made him hiss in pain.

He whispered "I deserved that, I should've woken you up once I was. But it's not the time to have a fight Pam." I whispered back "you scared the hell out of me Harold Styles!"

He said "I know, I'm sorry, but we have to move fast. Come with me."

I did, holding onto his hand tightly as we walked further into the closet. I asked "where are we going? And why are we whispering?"

He stopped to look back at me, well more at my dark figure cause it was too freaking dark. That's what I was seeing. Maybe he had cat eyes. He said in a whisper "they're here, just shut up for one second and stop asking questions!"

I frowned. Who's here? I was about to ask him but he shushed me, again. I followed him without saying a word, disappointed a little, but I'll get the answer later, better be sooner.