Duplicity

Cinque

        I was told that I did have my own room, but since I had tried to run away, I had to sleep with Harry tonight so he could keep a watchful eye on me. So that's how I ended up curled under his muscular, heavily tattooed arm that held my waist in a vice-like grip, effectively trapping me against his solid frame. He had fallen asleep relatively quickly, and I had tried to escape his hold numerous times, but it was impossible with his suffocating grip. His slow and steady breathing, the warm air fanning against the nape of my neck, reminded me that he was in a peaceful slumber while my arm was beginning to lose all feeling and that I hadn't even had a wink of sleep yet. I wriggled once more, but his grip only got tighter, slow and constricting, like a python strangling it's prey. Even in his sleep, he knew that I wanted to get away.

        "Harry," I whispered, hesitantly poking his cheek, and when I didn't receive a response, I thought about trying to go to sleep but my arm gave another painful throb. "Harry, please wake up,"

 I shook his shoulder, but he only mumbled, his eyelashes barely even fluttering, and pulled me against him, almost crushing my bruised ribs...so I knew that desperate times called for desperate measures. I moved my arm down his chest until I reached the elastic band of his boxers, and said a small prayer, before giving his clothed length a small squeeze. He immediately woke with a start, staring at me with tired yet alarmed eyes. I sat up and stretched my arms out in front of me in relief, ignoring his small glare. 

"I'm really sorry, but you wouldn't let me go and my arm was hurting. I couldn't fall asleep like that," I explained quickly. I was not sure what time it was, but it was still quiet and dark, with Harry and I as the only disturbance in the room. 



        "Mmm, baby girl, I was having such a good dream. It was pretty rude of you to wake me up. Especially in the manner that you did," he says, smirking at me with tired eyes and puffy lips.

        "I'm sorry that I had to wake you, I do prefer you sleeping, but you were crushing me," I spat out angrily, tugging harshly at the blankets, effectively stealing some off his body. I was just about to snuggle into their coveted warmth, when a rough hand ripped the blanket away from my frame.

        "Watch the attitude, love," he lowly growled and I shivered as the cold air stung my bare legs. Harry brought me down some cotton shorts from one of the girls that were not very appropriate for the British winter, but that wasn't only thing that sent a chill up my leg. I stiffened a moment later, when I felt Harry's middle finger brush up against the outside of my thigh before trailing its way up, up, up... 



        "Harry, no," I whimpered, crawling into a sitting position before standing up, wincing as the cold hardwood floor met my feet. "Please don't touch me...I really don't like it. Isn't kidnapping me enough?" I questioned with tearing eyes.

        "I actually-where do you think you're going, baby?" He said with an amused smirk as I crept towards the door. However, when he saw where I was headed, his tone darkened. "Kitten, get back on this bed right now."

        "No, I-I-I, uh, want to go home please." I said, subtly trying to open the door handle. My blood froze when I realized that it was locked and if Harry's fox like grin was anything to go by, he knew that he had me trapped. I gulped when he stood up, his boxers slung low on his hips so I could see just the tiniest bit of hair peeking out of the waist band. Even though he was evil, Harry was one of the most beautiful men I've ever laid eyes on. His creamy skin was covered with intricate ink that I eagerly traced with my eyes, leaving me wondering about the meaning of the butterfly and the silver spoon among the countless others. I could also tell that he spent his time in the gym, the laurel leaves on his hips framing his nicely toned abs and v-line. I avoided his face as he came towards me and soon he was so close that I could feel the heat radiating off his body.