hellbound | h.s

fourteen

*･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Rory *･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

I am woken up to a bright light shining in my eyes but I don't know where the source is coming from. I open one eye to scope out where this light is coming from because I know damn well I don't have a window facing my head to shine light on me.

When I open one of my eyes to investigate, I notice I am in fact not in my room. Hm. Interesting.

This realization makes me open both of my eyes while sitting up in an unknown bed. This ultimately makes me furrow my brows in confusion because what the fuck. Just what the fuck. I'm going to go on a limb here and say my sleepiness is making me a little slow this morning because I don't remember shit from yesterday.

Wait. Sleepiness is gone. I'm at Harry's apartment.

"Fuck." I murmur underneath my breath.

Now everything is coming back to me, I just wish it didn't because like ew. Now I am remembering that I asked him to sleep in the same bed as me as well.

What the fuck Rory. You dumb fuck. He is literally a potential serial killer. Hold up, no. He is an actual killer. You've literally seen him kill someone.

Granted, I don't know how many people he has killed. Though I know for a fact it is more than one person. And even if it was only one person he had killed. No fuckin' thank you. I rather not be in the presence of a murderer. If all the murder mystery shows have taught me anything, it's that I need to get out of here. If he's going to kill me or not, I need to leave.

I'm an even dumber fuck because I just realized Harry isn't even in his room right now. The side next to me, past my barrier of pillows is completely empty and cold, like he hasn't been in here for hours.

Do you think he just left? Is he even in this condo right now?

Jesus fuck. So many questions I have right now. I mean, some of them could be answered if I just got out of this bed, but do I really want to risk my life by getting out the warm comfort of this bed?

Yeah, I do. Fuck it.

I throw back the black sheets off of me and go to the side of the bed to stand up on the cold wood floor beneath me.

After standing up fully, I notice on the other side of the bed, there is a stack of clothes and a sticky note on top with my name on it. This also makes me notice that I am in the same clothes as I was yesterday. Yuck. And uncomfortable.

Thankfully, Harry put these clothes out because I can't stand to be in these dirty clothes any longer. I go to grab what just looks like large grey sweatpants and an oversized looking t-shirt.

Once getting out of my former clothes and getting changed into something cleaner, I go to get a good look around his room for the first time, considering I didn't really have the chance to yesterday night. One thing that is very surprising and also fascinates me is the shelf of books he has in his room. That just interests the fuck out of me. He also has posters hung up around his room of different bands and whatnot. Not only that, but he also has a dope ass vintage record player in his room with vinyls stacked up near the right side of the record player. My snooping self would love to see what vinyls he listens to in his free time but if I have learned anything from yesterday, it is to not snoop with anything regarding him.

It will bite you in the butt.

With that being said, no matter how cool his condo, or at least his room seems, I need to get the hell out of here. I'm just hoping he is not still here.