hellbound | h.s

twenty one

Can't Get You Out of My Head by Kylie Minogue

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*･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Rory *･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

I wake up to the feeling of bright light hitting my face. I don't open my eyes, instead I squint them shut.

I figure it's early in the morning and the sun is just recently coming up, so I don't see a point in getting up yet. Though, I do open my eyes briefly, and when I do, I see grey and white sheets beneath me. I furrow my brows at this and turn my head the littlest bit because I don't have grey and white sheets. And when I do, I see two tattooed arms hugging my torso tightly.

This wakes me up fully. I widen my eyes at this discovery and realize what the fuck happened last night.

I fucked Harry Styles.

Shit. Fuck shit. Shit shit shit. Fuck.

I hear his slow breathing behind me, his head snuggled into the side of my neck, both of our bodies on our sides, facing the same way. Our legs are intwined and Harry's hold on me is fucking tight, almost to the point where I can't even fucking breathe.

Didn't he fucking say to stay on our own sides of the bed? What a hypocrite he is.

With the thought of wanting to get the fuck out of here, I try to slowly lift his arm that is on top of me as quietly as possible. I take a hold of his fingers, and softly move his arm off of me. I then slowly get out of the bed without making a single noise.

Once I'm off the bed, I wipe my forehead with a sigh. That was some hard work.

I look around this bedroom, not sure if it's his or not, while Harry is still in a deep slumber, light snores escaping him. As I move my head around the room, my eyes catch Harry's jeans that he was wearing last night. More importantly, I see a fucking gun tucked away in his jeans.

This immediately makes my breathing pick up. Fuck. How could I fucking forget? Oh god. Oh god, oh god. I'm going to fucking freak.

He's a killer. He's killed people. I just sexed up a killer.

With huge eyes and heavy breathing, I hurriedly walk to the bathroom that I was just in last night to clean myself up. Once in the safety of the bathroom, I close the door and lock it behind me, my back hitting the door as I let out a breath of air.

I turn my body to the mirror, still breathing heavily and pushing my hair out of my face, running my hand through it as I think. I look around the room, just now noticing how fucking massive it is in here. When you walk in, there is a huge mirror to the left of you with two sinks and a substantially large shower kind of next to it. There's also a door that I would guess leads to a closet and even a fucking jacuzzi thing. There are also big ass windows. Maybe I could jump out one of the big ass windows right over there. 

That could possibly lead to death, but I find that option better than the former. Going back into that room.

While contemplating actually jumping out a fucking window, a new idea springs in my head. I literally have a phone. It's just in the other room. I could easily slip back into the room, grab my shit, change, call an uber or something, and get the fuck out of here.