Needs to be editted, will be doon soon. Sorry! X
Taking a glance at the door one last time, Olivia held her breath as she reached with her hand towards the mail box. But she pulled back and looked up at the door before getting the confidence to ball her hand into a fist and knocking on the door three times.
Her heart was hammering in her chest and she felt like she was going to throw it up any second as she waited. The wind blew past, her hair moving with it before she pulled it behind her ear and over her shoulder, her fingers holding the letter tight.
But there never was an answer.
Olivia bit her lip as she knocked again, her stomach clenching because of her nerves. But as she knocked, she gasped as the door opened by her movements. She hesitated, standing frozen as she waited for someone to appear, but no one did.
She pushed the door open more wide, a dark hallway in view. The scent of smoke mixed with an unfamiliar cologne filled her nostrils.
"Mr Styles? Are you there?" Olivia called and when it stayed quiet, she opened the door and stepped inside. The wood made noise under her footsteps as she closed the door behind her.
Why was she doing this? The thought was screaming at her, but her curiousity was stronger.
"Mr Styles?" Again, she received no answer and opened the door in front of her, a neat livingroom coming into view, but when she looked around, she saw the moving boxes standing against the wall to her left. Frowning, Olivia walked further inside, looking over her shoulder and to the left to see the kitchen that was as clean as it could be.
She was about to call for Mr Styles again, but figured he probably wasn't home. And that was exactly what gave her a drive.
Olivia walked into the hallway where she knew would be the bathroom and two other rooms and opened a door. A large bed came into view, the covers a deep dark red colour. Memories of the night flashed through her mind. The moans, the groans, the sound of the paws of the bed scraping over the wooden floor she was standing on and the sound of the headboard being slammed against the wall.
She was frozen, her breathing uneven as she stared at the bed before looking around. And then the stereo came into view.
Olivia ran over towards it, staring at the Hell-creater before pushing the button. But no music filled the room.
"What?" Olivia asked before suddenly, the sound of the front door being opened and slammed shurt right caused the floor to shake underneath her feet.
Mr Styles.
Her eyes widened when she heard heavy footsteps and looked towards into the hallway. The footsteps became louder, louder, louder. When she saw a dark figure walking into the livingroom, Olivia looked around frantically before crawling away from the door and lying down flat on her stomach. She pushed herself further underneath the bed, cursing mentally at the sound of her hiding.
Holding in her breath, Olivia could feel her heartbeat in her throat. Sweat was dripping down her temples and gliding over her clammy skin before finally falling down into the carpet she lay on. Her feet carried the urge to run, but her body was frozen in both shock and fear as she watched and listened with her head to the side so she was able to.
She was in his room for crying out loud. What if he would find her? She swallowed over her dry throat, she wouldn't even want to know his reaction.
Her eyes widened as just when she had allowed herself to take a tiny breath, the door opened, creaking, and two Melvin & Hamilton Lage shoes came into view. The light that came from the hallway fell into the bedroom and Olivia crawled further away quietly until she could hear her clothes brushing over the carpet and immediately stopped.
This was it. She couldn't escape anymore. She was stuck here for... who knows how long? Running away was no possibility anymore. And as for hididng, it was already what she was doing. Her body was exhausted of the tension for the past few days, weeks, months? The time had brushed past it like the wind.
His shoes were kicked off and placed next to the door before a pair of black jeans fell down onto the floor and a hand grabbed them, throwing it onto the chair next to the door. More clothes brushing over skin was heard until he walked towards the left, where she'd seen was a desk.
Olivia's eyes never left his naked feet while they walked towards the bed and she closed her eyes before she felt the matress getting pushed closer towards her back, the bed creaking. The heat of his body radiated even through the matress, setting fire to Olivia's back. His body lay still and in sync with hers.
Time went by without a ticking sound of a clock. Olivia waited and waited and froze at the times a deep inhale of breath was being taken. But it only seemed a signal to her he was asleep.
So, she embraced all her courage and inhaled it in before slowly and softly crawling from underneath the bed. She then looked up, seeing his halfnaked frame not lying under the covers, his face faced away from her. But she was too scared and too much in a hurry to take in his appearance.
Olivia stood up and held her breath, tip-toeing her way towards the closed door. She wished for him not to hear her heart, which was beating loudly and fast.
It was when she heard the bed creaking, she increased her pace and grabbed the doorhandle, but soon enough she was pulled back and shrieked, a waterfal of coldness falling from her head to her toes.
"No!" She yelled and wriggled in his grip before reaching towards the side, grabbing the first thing that was in handreach.
Olivia turned in his hold, smashing the object in her hand against his head before pushing him back as he was caught off guard. The grip around her loosened and gave her the oppertunity to escape, her foot carrying her out of his home quickly, not even closing the front door behind her.
She ran down the stair case and over the gallery, holding her finger onto the scanner before the door was opened and she immediately closed it right after her, locking it by activating all the locks possible.
As she watched the door, the ony sound she could hear were her pants. Furthermore, it stayed quiet. No footsteps were heard, no shouting was heard, no trying to open the door was heard.
It was quiet, so intensely quiet that it almost seemed too quiet.
Until, the sound of a mail-holder being pushed through the door was heard. The electronica fell to the ground as Olivia stood frozen, ready to run if necessary. But it stayed quiet still.
Slowly, Olivia walked over towards the door and bent down to grab it, pushing onto the button making the mail being shown in a hologram.
"Goodnight, Mrs Wallace."
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