Thunder

Chapter 1-Part 5

“Hey beautiful,” I hear Harry call, I turn round, he’s standing in the middle of the living room, wearing a wide grin as though he’s a kid who just painted a picture and about to show his mum;  he’s brought flowers with him. Carnations. I walk to him, and he opens his arms wide and welcomes me into a tight hug, I have my elbows at his hips and my hands in between his shoulder blades, I inhale his scent through my nostrils. I feel his strong left hand grab his right wrist at the small of my back as he pushes me close to him and rests his head in the crook of my neck.

“What’s the occasion?” I ask smiling and pulling away from him slightly and moving my hands so they grip his neck. He gives me a cheeky grin, flashing those world famous dimples at me, I beam at him.

“I love you, does that need an occasion?” he asks me and I smile at him even more, stretching on my tiptoes so I can peck him on the nose, he gives a very un-Harry like giggle and blushes before pulling away. I push out my bottom lip in a pout and he gives a small laugh, he moves back to me and tilts my chin up with his finger.

“Smile.” He commands gently, handing me the bouquet. I raise the flowers to my nose and inhale the scent deeply.

“Beautiful.” I comment, smiling at him in thanks, he elongates one of his fingers from his hand and taps me on the nose at the end of every word.

“Just like you,” he says sweetly.

I walk into the kitchen to retrieve a vase of water from under the sink, I pull out a clear crystal one with a small twist in the middle, it’s a little dusty, I place it in the sink and run the water. I look up to see Harry approaching me from behind in the window. He pushes his arms under mine so he holds me to his waist, he nudges some of my hair away from my neck with his nose and begins leaving a trail of small kisses up my neck.

“Why carnations?” I ask him curiously. He mumbles something into my neck. I twist round so my backs against the sink, he groans as this forces his lips from my neck.

“Because they are the flower of January,” he says cocking his head, he moves one of his hands to my face and lightly rubs it up and down my chin. “and you know what they symbolize?” he says smiling, knowing that I won’t. I give a small shake of my head.

“Well,” he says, planting a kiss on my jaw, “they represent love, pride, beauty, purity, distinction, an accurate fit,” he grins, finally moving his lips to my lips. I was home.

I woke with a jolt, I was shaking, it’s freezing in here. I looked around me. I was not wear I want to be. I was not in Harry’s arms, I was nowhere near them, I was nowhere near him. I must have been untied because I was lying on the pathetic mattress which was on the floor. The mattress which Ashley had been killed on. I jumped up and looked at it. Covered in blood. He was sick. He was vile. He was mad. I felt tears spring to my eyes again. She was dead. Poof, gone in a dream, a flash, only but a memory remained. Something snapped. I was sick of it, I was sick of him, I was sick of being passed from pillar to post, this was my life, I was allowed to take control. I ran to door and slammed up against it with my left shoulder, I heard someone outside move.

“Let me the fuck out!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, “I will fucking kill you!” There was no response, but I wasn’t done, “LET ME OUT!” I screamed even louder banging both my fists on the door alternating them rapidly, repeating “LET ME OUT” like I was a woman possessed, “DARREN I KNOW YOU’RE OUT THERE!” I hear d a chair scrape, and then someone moved to the door, a key rattled in the lock. I moved away from the door, ready to brace myself against the wall, to attack those who entered. The door opened. It wasn’t Darren. It was Daniel.