She's Afraid // Louis

Chapter 4 {Locked in}

HARLEY'S P.O.V

Why did I have to break down, in this terrible place? Why did I suddenly just want to cry for the rest of my life? Oh wait, I barely had anything left of the rest of my life.

I heard the door being opened, and quickly wiped any tears left and pursed my lips.

"You know that a bathroom is for privacy, or are all vampires stupid?" I spat, trying my best to recompose myself. I saw that he squinted at me, he didn't like my comment. Good.

"You do know this my house, therefore this is my privacy." He shot back, moving closer to me. I moved against the bathroom wall, crossing my arms.

"I could give less, you frigging arse." I yelled back, but was quickly cut off when he pressed me even closer to the wall, his face less than inches away form mine.The space between us was something I didn't want.

"Listen, you're going to be here for a while so you might as well loose the tough girl act." He whispered harshly, and I was surprised that the Louis out there, the more comfortable one was gone, and was now replaced by this hell of a demon.

"I'd rather die." I glared back into his eyes, and I noticed that red eyes suited him a lot better than the blue. That really stung him, because he forced me up to the wall so much my body started to hurt. Oddly, his eyes travelled down my neck, and he gave me one last look before he started to move his mouth against it, and my breathing picked up even though I wanted to push him away. What the hell did he think he was doing? I pushed against him, but that only caused teeth to scrape against my neck now. He was going to kill me. He was going to f*cking take my blood. Hands off, this is my frigging blood.

My knee, my free one, made contact with his baby makers, and he instantly backed up, bending down in pain. I laughed slightly, but my laugh didn't sound genuine. I rushed out the bathroom door, almost making out the front door till smooth hands pulled me back from gripping the door knob. I kicked, punched, did everything I could but it did absolutely no use against him. That's when I realized, I would never leave. That's what hurt the most, and it's only been a couple hours. I stopped moving in defeat, and I was lifted up into a wedding style hold. Of course it was Louis, and I should be angry and yelling. But I didn't have it in me anymore. I just couldn't do anything.

"Harley, I..I know you want to go home. That's just not an option, love. I would do anything to make you smile-" He cut himself on, and I was surprised by his words. Louis barely knows me, yet he would do anything to make me smile? Bull. No one has ever wanted to make me smile.

"Let me go." I said, his grip tightening a bit on me.

"You'll run away again." He concluded simply, sitting down on the couch. I sighed, that was probably true. It was silent for a while, and I was just thinking about what Dayla and Victor were thinking happened to me. Maybe, they thought I was out in the town. Or they probably thought worse, that I was in a bar again.

"Why do you care?" I said, my breath more of a whisper than anything at all.

"What do you mean?" He said back almost instantly.

"Why don't you just kill me. It would be so much easier." I shrugged, suddenly finding his hold on me comfortable. He stiffened at my words, looking down at me.

"You don't get it, do you? Your my mate. I, yours. That's why you have the bird." His lips pursed, before moving some of my fiery locks back. I had already seen it, when I was in the bathroom earlier. It was there, a black bird en crested in the center of my neck. You couldn't scrub it off. It was there.

"I'd hate myself even more if I killed you. Even though you give me a lot of good reasons to .. dispose of you." I laughed at that comment, dispose of me? Did he not like the word kill? Why does he hate himself? He gets super powers, and live forever. Or that's what supposed to be.