mercy | hes

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Harry glared at me, his face growing red. I cringed back, afraid of what was running through his fucked up mind. He opened his mouth, and I thought he was about to yell, but he didn't. "Let me get you something to change into."

I watched him carefully as he strode down the hall and into his bedroom. He came back a few minutes later with carefully folded clothes in his arms. I opened the bathroom door and we both walked inside.

"Here," he laid the clothes on the granite sink counter.

"Thanks."

"Sure," he pursed his pink lips, stuffing his giant hands into the front of his pants. He seemed almost anxious taking my thank-you.

I scoffed at how unsanitary and disgusting it was to put his hands in his pants like that.

A few silent seconds went by, and Harry was still standing in the bathroom, anxiously watching me. I squinted my eyes at him expectantly, and he had no clue what was going on.

"You can leave the bathroom now." I shot him a weird look.

"Why?" he cocked his head to the side, a crease folding in his forehead in confusion.

"Because I'm taking a shower?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

He took a second to comprehend what I just said. His eyes widened his amusement and his whole face brightened. "Oh yeah," he took a small step towards the door.

He was walking as slow as possible.

"I know what you're trying to do," I pushed my hands against his back, trying to get him out the door.

"I'm not trying to do anything," Harry complained, hugging his body around the doorframe in attempt to stay in the bathroom with me. "I'm innocent."

"A four star criminal isn't innocent at all."

He pouted his bottom lip dramatically, giving me puppy eyes. "That's how you're gonig to play this? That's real shady, Liv. I expected more from you."

"Let me take a shower," I whined. "Alone."

He playfully stuck his tongue out at me before sulking out of the bathroom. I rolled my eyes at how childlike he was being.

He stood inside the hallway, looking at me sadly, his back hunched over. "I'm staying right here." He protested, crossing his bulging, bronze arms over his chest.

I gave him a sly smile. "Good. You can stand guard for whoever wants me to suffer for your mistakes." I snapped before shutting the door in his face.

***

When I was done my shower I felt amazing. I was able to brush the knots my hair (with Harry's brush) and smell somewhat pleasant. It felt weird to shower in his apartment.

I was so venerable. Naked.

I turned off the water, stepped out of the shower, and wrapped a dark blue towel he left out for me around my body. I wiped my palm against the foggy mirror, making a fat circle.

"Oh shit," I furrowed my eyebrows when I saw myself in the mirror.

My green brown eyes popped unnaturally against my olive skin, there were dark bags under my eyes from not sleeping, and I was beginning to look noticeably skinnier from not eating.

I hesitantly brushed my fingers along my collar-bone, which was beginning to poke out from under my skin.

I looked scary.

I let out a long sigh and looked down at what clothes Harry laid out for me as I tugged my towel tighter around me.

There was a black Rolling Stones shirt carefully folded on the counter. I rolled my eyes at how he didn't give me any pants. I hesitantly slipped into the shirt over my panties, not bothering to put on my bra.