The Beast (Harry Styles)

Chapter Twelve

Harry hold a surprise for Adeline,

Something she's wished to have for a long time;

Unfortunately, it is not acceptance or freedom,

But it is a gift just in time for her birthday season. . .

~.~

When I awoke, I was in a bed. A slight panic came over me, but it quickly disappeared and replaced with confusion.

How exactly had I made it to my bed?

Sitting up, I looked around, and realized I wasn't in my bedroom either. The boring grey walls and perfect arrangement was eerily familiar.

Was it. . .?

Could it. . .?

What happened last night?

A knock on the door made me jump from my spot. 

Mrs. Potter appeared in the threshold with a smile upon her aging face.

"Good morning dear!" she said, proceeding in. "Did you sleep well?" Mrs. Potter was now standing next to the bed, trying to hold back a smile.

"Fine," I told her honestly. "But, why am I in Harry's bed?"

"Haven't heard that one before; usually it's 'Wow, I'm in Harry's bed!'" I couldn't stop my smile from widening when the familiar voice came into the room. 

Harry leaned against the doorway, on his uninjured arm, looking in.

"Good morning sunshine," I greeted him, "but haven't you learned by now that I am not most people?" I pulled back the cover and hopped down from the bed, walking over to him.

"That is true," Harry agreed, "but I must say I am shocked you have yet to figure out the surprise I've had planned so long for you."

"What do you mean?" I cautiously asked. 

"Marie, would you like to tell her?" Harry looked past me to Mrs. Potter, and I followed his gaze.

"But Harry, why would I take the honor away from you?" she said with fake shock. But Mrs. Potter finally couldn't hold back a smile. 

"As much as I would love to have you in my bed willingly, I had Cobbs bring you up here last night so I could put together a surprise for you." My eyes hadn't made their way back to Harry, but I nodded, showing I heard his words.

"Can I know what it is?" 

"Well, you'd have to go to your room for that."

I bit my lip before sprinting through the door and down the hallway.

I heard Harry chuckle before his boots creaked on the floor, indicating he was following me.

Just from yesterday, he had made a vast improvement. They say laughter is the best medicine, and I truly believed that.

I had never seen Harry laugh as much as he did with the people he said hated. But that was how Harry was; if he cared about you, he gave you tough love. The boys had known Harry much longer than I had, so I was certain they were used to this strange method of affection.

I hoped that I would be at that point with Harry soon, where we could insult each other then shake it off like it was completely normal. Maybe one day we would be able to even laugh with each other like he did with Liam, Louis, Zayn, and Niall.

My subconscious started to creep up to remind me that I was not here because I wanted to be, but because I had exchanged my life for William's life. Yet I almost felt like I wanted to be here, like I wanted to stay here.