The Educator (dark h.s)

Chapter 41- overprotectiveness

Time seemed to pass like it was nothing for the others, a full week going by, but for me it felt like a life time. Everyone in this secret place was busy with god knows what, keeping themselves occupied while I was going out of my damn mind being stuck inside. I didn't even know how that place looked like from the outside, it had no windows nor other signs of the outside world.

Even though making up with Harry was a huge relief, he couldn't possibly expect me to just laze around all day long for the rest of my life. I had the right to live and not be locked up like a sick hamster, I wish he'd get that. Two days ago, too sick of being held hostage I brought up the subject of taking a stroll outside, which resulted in Harry pinning me against the wall while spitting that I have a death wish to my face.

I wish he wasn't so overprotective.

At the moment I fully understood what Gemma meant when she said she was on the edge of her seat every second of every day because of his phobias. I felt like Harry started getting into my head with his hysterias as well, which I didn't like one bit. Life is all about taking risks, it doesn't mean you can't live it. When going out- you take the risk of tripping and hitting your head. When crossing the road- you take the risk of getting hit by a car. When eating- you take the risk of choking.

This is just how it works.

I felt antsy just waiting for something to happen, blast everything I'd be grateful for, even if someone asked me to cook dinner I'd jump at the chance, but no, I might burn myself.

Most of the days I would simply lay in bed staring aimlessly at the plain white ceiling with legs bouncing up and down, praying for someone to walk through the door so I could have some kind of communication with someone.

With the pathetic hope that something would change I'd ready myself for the boring day ahead with a shower and throwing on presentable clothing, to keep myself as sane as possible.

Harry would try his hardest to keep me company but even he could tell I was going mad, no matter how much I enjoyed talking to him for hours. One day he ended up strolling into my room with a smug smile and a bag full of books to keep my brain occupied. The gesture was more than sweet and I thanked him tons for that for I was a massive fan of reading. It was nice to be able to get my mind off things.

One thing I noticed- Jasper went missing.

Prior to asking Harry, I had decided to press the lads to answer some of my questions. Having sorted mostly everything between me and Harry out, I was treated like one of them and was far more relaxed.

Anyway, Niall's answer was the lamest of all- claiming he had nothing to do with Jasper's absence and accusing me of wanting him to choke on his Walkers. Liam kept ignoring my questions while hugging me so tight I could barely breath. When I got to Louis, bombarding my stream of questions at him he just said I should ask Harry since he was the one to get rid of him.

Appalled at the little to no information I had been getting, I decided to try and squeeze blood from a stone and ask Harry. At first he was just planting kisses all over my face but once he realised I was being serious, that accursed cloud of darkness casted over his eyes, ending the discussion with 'he will not be a bother anymore.'

Frankly, that side of Harry scared me to no end. He couldn't just avoid everything by shutting people off, if he wanted this to work out he'd have to tell me things. I was not going to be lied to. However, just like in the past his eyes gave him away. When he said Jasper wasn't going to bother me anymore I perfectly knew he didn't mean it in a naïve way. It chilled me to the bone. I didn't like the idea of Harry sitting in his room, coming up with a nerve-wrenching idea to end a life of a person. He wasn't a bad guy therefore he shouldn't do bad things, I was going to make sure of that. I wanted my Harry back.