Vigilante | H.S.

29 | Paranoid

I'd spent the whole day alone in Harry's apartment, wandering around and exploring.

The three of them left in a hurry this morning, with almost a panic about them but I never asked what was up.

I'd gotten a quick kiss from Harry before he left, but he had waited for Zayn and Louis to leave before he did it.

I understood that he wasn't exactly comfortable expressing the things he wanted to in front of them, I didn't care, as long as I got to kiss him again.

There were three things I had noticed from my little adventure around his home;

Firstly, he has a lot of windows, every single room has floor to ceiling length windows that look out to the city in every direction, I liked the windows.

Secondly, there is not a single personal detail decorating any room, no photos, no little trinkets or decorations, which was the complete opposite to mine. My apartment is covered in photos, memories and art, plants along every windowsill.

Thirdly, there were locks on every door, which I never found unusual until I wandered on the top floor beside his bedroom, where there was a door that was bolted shut by some big industrial style lock. It was like a big spinning wheel that had a number pad on it.

I was quite nosy, my curiosity dying to know what was behind the door, but the logical side of my brain was telling me that I had to respect his privacy, since I was snooping around his home, and the door was obviously locked like that for a reason.

I'd managed to make myself something to eat earlier. His fridge had alot of weird foods, I didn't even know what they were, they all looked expensive and I was too intimidated to touch anything.

I eventually found a box of cereal in one of the cupboards, except it was on the top shelf of the cupboard, so I did have to scale up the counter and the wall to reach it. The high ceilings were becoming an issue.

I was starving and accidentally ate half the box, but I wasn't going to tell him that, I'd give zayn or Louis the blame.

He had a lot of unwashed dishes in his sink, and I know that I shouldn't have done them, but there was nothing I hated more than dirty plates and cutlery being left about, it grossed me out so I couldn't help myself from washing them I was also pretty bored, it gave me something to do.

I was sitting out by the pool, my legs dipping in the water as I sat on the edge. I was still only wearing Harry's shirt, but I had managed to find a washing machine and I washed the clothes I wore last night, including my underwear that I made a bit of a mess of this morning.

He'd been gone for around eight hours already, so I hoped he'd be back soon. I found myself missing him already even though it had only been such a short time.

I managed to go six weeks without any sign of him, but now I didn't want him to leave for more than a few hours or else I'd start missing him again.

Last night changed the way I felt about him, I already knew that I liked the way he made me feel, even though I'd been trying to avoid it. But now I knew I was allowed to feel that way, and I wanted to feel that way. I wanted him.

I kicked my feet about in the water, watching it ripple away from my movement. The few moments of peace I was having was interrupted by my phone ringing. Jades name flashing up on the screen.

I answered "hey"

"Hey, I'm just checking up, how are you?" She asks

"I'm good, how's you?"

"Umm I'm good too" she sounded different, she didn't sound good.

"You don't sound good, what's up?"