The Au Pair (H.S.) [COMPLETE]

{twenty-seven}

When Harry made it into the fraternity house, it was wall-to-wall drunk college kids. And the trap music blaring through the sound system was so fucking loud, it honestly felt like he was at a club. It was obnoxious.

No one questioned what he was doing there as he made his way through the crowd, and when he finally made it up the stairs, he opened the first door he came to. He found a room full of people smoking weed and taking bumps of coke off a table with rolled up dollar bills. It was all very cliché and made him realize just how similar real life was to all those American teen drama movies he'd seen back in the day.

"Ooh, he's cute," he heard a girl giggle.

"Want a bump?" He heard someone else offer up the dollar bill they were holding. Harry shook his head and quickly closed the door.

So much for Niko being in the first door at the top of the stairs. What the fuck? His patience was running thin. He grabbed for the handle of the door across the hall and pushed it open finding two girls sitting in a massive bean bag chair. They looked startled, their eyes wide as they stared back at him.

A moment later, his vision snapped to one of the beds, seeing a figure laying there. He couldn't tell who it was right away. The girl in the bed was wearing a red mini dress that he didn't recognize. But as soon as he saw her long golden hair, he knew it had to be Niko.

"Niko," Harry gasped, shutting the door to block out the noise before he quickly made his way over to her.

"Are you Harry?" He heard the same familiar voice he had been speaking to over the phone.

"Niko. Niko, are you okay?" Harry asked as he sat down on the bed and turned her body so he could see her face.

He carefully swiped her blonde hair out of her eyes as he quickly looked her up and down, making sure she hadn't been hurt. As far as he could tell, she physically looked unscathed. It was what was inside of her that he was afraid of.

He was certain when he wasn't able to wake her that she had been drugged. She had no reflex, her limbs like dead weights as she lay there.

"You didn't leave her, did you? You've been with her the whole time?" Harry asked, looking back at the two girls that were now standing at the end of the bed watching them.

All of his emotions were heightened inside of him. If someone touched her, he would fucking lose it, he was sure of it. And if he were to find that person, he wasn't sure he'd be able to hold himself back.

"We haven't left her. I mean, I went to the bathroom. But Roxy was with her when I was gone," Cameron explained.

"You're Roxy?" Harry asked, looking at the brunette girl.

"Yes," she told him, lifting her hand in a sort of wave.

"Has anyone else been in here? Any men? Anyone trying anything with her?"