THE CURB (MATURE HARRY STYLES AU) #WATTYS2016

CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN.

Harry comes back into the living room after a good ten minutes, wearing fresh clothes and his hair dripping small water droplets, I expect him to come towards me but he doesn't even look my way. Without sparing me one single glance, he makes his way towards the corridor which leads to the main door.

I'm tempted to ask where he's going but decide that it would be much better for me to keep my mouth shut and just let him be. He already seemed to be out of his mind in the car.

A small squeak leaves my mouth in surprise when I hear a weird sound echoing through the entire house.

"System Armed." The voice of a robot sounds in the living room and I realize that Harry has left the house, leaving me here alone with the entire house locked.

I find it somewhat stupid, his way to stop me from running away. I mean, I can barely walk and he's afraid that I will escape. On the other hand though, It makes me feel sympathy for him. Harry's obsession to keep me here with him is something I'll never get over.

I sigh when the house falls back into the silence, even though my dress is extremely uncomfortable, I don't want to get up and wear something more casual and comfortable. It would've been a lot easier for me to change out of this dress if Harry had carried me to the room instead of dumping me here on the couch.

With a huff, I unzip my dress and take it off, throwing it onto the floor. Next, I carefully take off the delicate necklace which has been in my neck since last night. I never really bothered removing it but now it's almost itching my skin. Once it out of my neck, I place it on the table in front of me, of course not without some struggle to reach it with an aching foot.

Now that I feel comfortable, I lay down on the couch, staring at the beautiful chandelier hanging on the roof. My eyes travel from it to all the other stuff in the living room and again it's pretty hard for me take in how expensive everything looks. Hell, each and every article in Harry's house screams expensive. His father surely left behind a big fortune.

The silence in the house is calming and I find my eyelids becoming heavy. I make no attempt to keep them open, fluttering them shut and taking in a long, deep breath. I shuffle a bit on the couch, trying to become as comfortable as possible before letting my body relax and sleep to overcome me.

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The feeling of something warm running up and down my cheek causes me to stir in sleep. I mumble some incoherent stuff in protest and bring my hand up to move away whatever is disturbing my sleep. I turn to my side then, letting out a sigh and falling back asleep but again, I feel the same warm thing running up and down my shoulder and then I feel something sinking into my flesh.

I quickly move away, opening my eyes at the same time and blinking them rapidly to see what is the cause of disturbance. I let out a small breath when I find Harry sitting on the floor right in front of me, his face merely an inch away from my own.

"What-" Before I can finish my sentence, Harry places two of his fingers on my lips, silently telling me to stay quite.

"Keep quite." He whispers quietly as if afraid that someone will hear him.

I watch Harry with my eyes wide open as grabs my wrist and brings it to his mouth, peppering light kissing on the back of my hand but suddenly he pauses and looks up into my eyes.

A small gasp escapes my mouth when I feel Harry's fingers tightening around my wrist to the extent that it starts to hurt.

"Harry, please." I says in a pained voice, hoping that he'll get the single that he's hurting me but instead it only causes him to tighten his grip even more.