Stuck In A Nightmare

Twenty-Nine

I turned to see the old man beside me, both of us unclothed.

Did he not know I was pregnant? Or did he just not care?

I rolled off the bed, falling with a thump.

OW.

It's a good thing I fell on my backside.

I got up and threw on my clothes(very)quickly.

I staggered towards the door, when his raspy voice pierced my ears.

"Where do you think your going?"

I turned around to face him, a smile creeping onto his ugly features.

Gagg.

"Uh......I want to talk to Arron." I quickly made up the excuse.

"Not here, sorry." He said with not an iota of sincerity in his voice.

"Well what's gonna happen today?" I huffed.

"You'll be in the living room doing whatever I say and I'll be handling some things."

This was the first conversation we've had where he hasn't done anything to hurt me.

"can we eat?" I ask trying to find ANY excuse to leave the room.

He sighed,"I guess so."

I ran downstairs and into the kitchen. All I found was eggs and a carton of orange juice.

It'll have to do.

I rummaged through the cabinets, looking for a pan.

I finally found one and begin cooking the eggs.

After chugging down a glass of orange juice and an egg, I went into Living room once again.

I sat staring at the wall, nothing else to do.

I guess this was my life, for now.

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{HARRY'S POV}

"Harry come out of the room now! You've been in there all day and I won't allow it." Liam screamed from outside my door.

"No. Leave me alone. I'm not coming out until Jess comes back. She has to." I reply whispering the last part to myself.

I listened as Liam walked away from the door, throwing myself back onto the bed.

five minutes later I hear someone knock.

"Come in." I murmured into my pillow.

I felt the bed shift as a familiar Irish accent began speaking.

"We'll find her mate, I promise."

I didn't respond so he flopped me over.

"What?" I whined.

"Harry you can't let these idiots get to you. Come on, you need to eat something." He pulled on my arm, dragging me off the bed.

"I don't want to eat."

"It's not a choice."

"But I'm not hungry."

"Harry please cooperate with me."

I groaned, picking myself up off the floor where Niall had given up and followed him to the kitchen.

"Well look who finally got out of bed." Zayn nearly yelled.

"Ready for breakfast?" Louis asks coming in with a plate full of food and placing it in front of me.

"What are you, feeding two people?" Liam asks him as he sets it down. Louis shot him a look and I knew he knew what I was thinking.

I hope Jess is.