Limbo [h.s]

35

*A/N*

*This is part two of a double update so please read chapter 34 first before starting this one :)* 

Chapter 35 Isabel's POV

The faint sound of crickets purrs through my ears and I groan heavily. I can hear music coming from somewhere around me, but it also sounds distant which confuses me.

I pinch my eyes shut just as I pull my heavy lids apart, before I bring my hands up to rub my eyes attempting to wake myself up from what feels like a very good sleep. The smell of musk and a hint of pine causes something to flutter inside my stomach, the smell reminds me of Harry.

Harry? Fuck, where am I?

I push away the covers quickly hopping out of the bed at a fast pace which probably wasn't a good idea considering my legs almost collapsed under the sudden force making pain shoot down my thighs, I whimper at the sensation.

I look back behind me to find the bed I was sleeping on to be empty. I don't recognise the sheets, so I look hesitantly look around the room I'm in. There's a book shelf filled with books that look like they haven't ever been opened, plain walls and my clothes neatly folded on top of the bed side table closest to me. I look up around the walls before I spot a distinct feature that cements my suspicions.

The framed knife...

Oh god, I fell asleep at his house... in his bed.

Flashback of the night before hit me like a dump truck. I remember everything... from the encounter with my father, the way he held my nose... to me showing up at Harry's house right after and agreeing to work with him before I stupidly asked him to distract me so the memories would just stop even for a short while.

What a fucking idiot I am.

Now I'm going to have to get out of here without him realising... the walk of shame if you will.

I also brought my bike with me so as soon as I turn it on he's gonna hear and most likely come out anyway. For fucks sake why can't I do anything right these days.

I missed the good old days, before I was born.

I get dressed quickly in my clothes that were placed on the small platform before I attempt to make my way down stairs.

I lean against the railing this time to help support my throbbing muscles.

I swear to god if I fall again I'm just going to kill myself. I don't need to embarrass myself any more than I already have and adding another trip down the stairs to the list will be my last straw.

Once I have reached the final step I let out a deep sigh, thank fuck for that. Harry needs to consider getting an elevator in this place.

The music's getting louder, and I can hear the bass vibrate throughout the downstairs walls. The music itself is loud, which I'm silently thankful for. This makes getting out of his house a lot easier.