Tell Me A Secret

Chapter 16: Unintended Consequences

I refused to leave my room for the rest of the night because I didn't want to run into Harry and let it be awkward. I was hoping Harry would be gone by the morning, but it was probably my luck he wouldn't leave. I haven't seen Niall in a while, maybe because Harry kicked him out or he was on another mission.

The whole scenario repeats in my head numerous times, the murder, the arguing, and the kiss. It all just plays in my brain over and over again. I feel like I went through all these emotions in Harry's twisted mind.

I saw him angry, I saw him acting psychotic and I saw him show affection, all in the span of 42 hours. It was too much to process and definitely was too much to handle. He is so complex it is crazy, and he drives me insane with his complexity.

There are so many hidden secrets to Harry Styles, and each day I found out a new one. I am finding myself wanting to know those secrets, but I'm too scared to know the outcome. I know that whatever he hides behind this cold exterior will be nothing but horrific information that will only make me more terrified of him.

I wonder why he kidnapped me? He has given me no reasons to why he did it. He has tortured me and yelled at me but he never told me why. He asked me questions about what my father was planning but why would he need me. I told him I don't know, so I'm useless to him. But then again, he knows a lot of information on me, so this was planned out.

I tiptoe out of my room and into the cold dark hallway to listen if anyone was there, which there was no sound. My arms cross over my stomach and I slowly shuffle my feet down the oak floors. My stomach twists as I get closer to the end of the hallway, getting ready to step down the stairs and see Harry, but then I open my eyes and he is no where to be seen.

My shoulders relax and I let go of the breath I was keeping pent up in my chest.

I walk down the steps to the main floor and scope the area again to see if Harry was lingering. Usually if he is here, he is in the kitchen.

I walk into the kitchen and notice that all the lights are off and Harry is not in there. Where did he go?

I grab the light switch to turn it on and notice a note on the table.

AVERY,

I'VE GONE OUT FOR THE DAY, I'LL BE HOME AROUND DINNER TIME. I HAVE LEFT YOU WITH CLEANING SUPPILES, PLEASE STRAIGHTEN UP THE PLACE AND PLEASE BEHAVE.

HARRY

I look at the plain note and place it back down on the counter. He seriously wants me to clean, what am I to him? A maid? Jesus he makes my blood boil sometimes. But its not like I have anything else to do in this house.

So I spent the day doing all the chores I needed to do, and all I have to do still is tidy his room, then I'm starving so I'll make dinner. But the thing is, I've never been in his room.

I open his door just one door down from my room and look into his messy bedroom. The room itself was quite beautiful but it's covered by clutter. I grab a laundry basket and start picking up all the random articles of black clothing on the ground. Black t-shirts, black jeans, black socks, black boxers. The only piece of clothing he had that wasn't black were some grey sweatpants.

I throw it all into the basket that starts to overflow so I decide to go downstairs and throw it in the washer. I rush back up stairs and make his bed all nice and arrange his pillows on it so it's aesthetically pleasing, all his decorative pillows were on the floor, shoved in the corner of the room.

His bed is unbelievably soft, softer than mine. I run my hands across the pleasant texture of his comforter and find myself amused by something so stupid.