Don't Look Back // H.S au

Chapter 10

taylor's POV

I was sitting in what I'd guessed by now was mine and Harry's room on my own. I'm so freaking jumpy I don't know what wrong with me... I guess my dream really shook me up and being kept by Harry hasn't made me feel any safer. I was on edge all afternoon.

Taylor stop being so pathetic. You're fine, Mike isn't here, it could be so much worse. I got up off the bed and had a quick look in the mirror. I was wearing sweatpants and a long sleeve top that Harry got me today and I managed to cover up most of the marks on my face, although my jaw was still lined with a faded purple. I touched the bruises there and winced. I straightened myself and tucked my hair behind my ears. Okay taylor be strong, you're fine.

I decided to go and explore a bit more of the house as I'd only seen the stairs and this rooms so far and if what the others say is true and I can't leave, then I'm sure not saying in that one room at least.

I opened the door slowly and no one seemed to be around so I took a few steps in socked feet onto the landing. I heard a door open to my left and the blonde girl I'd seen with Zayn was next to me.

"Hey," she said, "taylor right? I'm Perrie, Zayn's girl." she smiled at me and I smiled back slightly. Something I hadn't done in a while.

"Hey," I said softly, "Zayn's girl? God does he own you or something?" Suddenly gain a bit of confidence I scoffed at her earlier remark.

She laughed a little. "Yeah" she said, "I love him, he looks after me..." I rolled my eyes and started walking away when she grabbed my hand. People like that can't love, how can she be so naive?

"Look Taylor, Harry really does care about you you know"

I scoffed.

"Sure he does. Because we all get hit in the face and knocked down by the people who are about us." I bit my lip, blinking back tears.

"He just wants you to stay, he needs someone like you Taylor, he... just love him. It's all he needs."

I huffed, turning and pulling out of her grasp and almost running down the stairs and into the kitchen. Niall and Liam both glanced at me from the table. Niall had a sandwich and Liam was making what looked like tea.

"Hey Taylor," Niall mumbled through a mouthful of food.

"Hey," Liam nodded I'm my direction slightly, "you want tea?"

"Erm.. sure, uh yes please," I stumbled sitting on one of the chairs and looking down at my hands.

He placed a mug in front of me and I smiled as thanks, wrapping my cold hands around it. (I'm always cold, don't ask, I don't know.)

"You a'ight?" Niall asked

I shrugged, "I want to go home," I said quietly.

Niall slapped his hand against his chest in mock offence. "What?! We not good enough for you? Oh I see how it is."

I chuckled and shook my head. "No it's just, I don't know it's a lot to get my head round you know having to forget about my old life... And some people haven't exactly been welcoming..." I said the last bit quietly and instantly regretted it. What if he told Harry and he got made? My heart sped up a little and I started to panic.

"Not welcoming?! Who are they!" Niall shouted and Liam laughed. I sat a little bit stunned. "Well let's make up for that then! LADS!!"

He walked through into another room shouting about a guitar and the roof. Liam took my hand and lead me after him, leaving my drink behind. (A/N sorry poor tea I want tea dammit it's late oops carry on)