Deception |H.S|

Thirteen

He walked inside, with me shortly behind his tall figure.
The room was nice.
A big white bed in the middle of it, with two bedside tables.
A big window, with view over the city, and a wooden table in front of it.
A white soft rug was laid on the dark brown floor as a big tall mirror hang on the wall.

I caught Harry staring at me for a moment, but he was quick to look away.

"Take of your clothes" he demanded, making my stomach turn.

"Wha-t?" I asked my eyes widened and my voice shaky.

His eyes stared out at the window before he started to walk towards a giant white closet.

"You heard me"

My mouth opened slightly trying to understand what he was telling me.

"Not in front of you" I fought back.

A slight scoff sounded from him as he opened the closet, revealing that it was almost empty.

He picked out a blank black shirt, some gray sweatpants and a pair of white socks, laying at the bottom of the closet.

Then he walked towards me, but stopped beside a white door.

I looked at him, and waited silently for him to say something. Anything.

"Get over here" he demanded, making me quickly walk towards him, with my arms crossed over my bare stomach.

I stopped in front of the door, looking up at him, as he was still standing with the clothes in his tatted arms.

He opened the door, and revealed a white light bathroom.
A pretty little shower, and a big mirror hanging over the sink.

"This is yours" his voice mumbled.

I peaked my head inside the room to get a better look, but his voice made me quickly get back in place again.

"Change and get some sleep.
I have some plans, and you better not be too tired." he said and threw the clothes he had picked out for me, on the big bed, before leaving the room, and me in silence.

The door closed with a sharp sound, making me more anxious.

I looked overwhelmed around the big room, that I was now forced to live in, trying to take it all in.
I had no idea what time it was, but I was so exhausted.

I walked over to the puffy bed, which was ten times bigger then my own.
I picked up the clothes he had given to me, and analyzed it for a moment.

It smelled like Harry.

Almost exactly like him. Unless the smell of alcohol and smoke.

I hurried to take of my sweaty clothes, and change into the sweatpants and t-shirt, not bothering to take on the new socks.

The clothes was quite big on me, but I mostly liked it like that.

I quietly creeped into the bed, and hid my whole body under the covers, waiting for him to come bashing in here, and yell at me, over something stupid.

It's not wrong to lay down right?
Like he told me to get som sleep, and he also gave me clothes to chance too, so he obviously doesn't expect me to come out of here soon.

Otherwise, he's stupid.

I completely relaxed my body, and slowly sank down into the soft madras.
My head rested softly on the big pillows, as my eyes were locked at the white ceiling.