Trapped (h.s)

Chapter 28~Trapped(h.s)

~Dayana's POV~

After our little moment in the hall. Harry had pulled away and pulled us towards my room. Telling me he'd be back in 10, to see if I was ready. As quickly as I could I pulled an outfit together.

Consisting of some black skinnies, a gray/green shirt and some light brown ankle boots, I let my hair flowing down, not really bothering with it. Couple second later I hear a tap on the door and Harry's face pop besides the door.

"Ready?" He asked eyeing me from head to toe.

"Yep." Applying some bit of perfume. I grabbed the shades that laid on the dresser and made my way to the door where he stood.

Harry had gone simple too, wearing  a gray/blue sweatshirt, black jeans and light brown boots. Technically we had dressed identical, well except for the sweater.

"Trying to copy me, Dayana aren't we." Harry spoke my thoughts and smirked. Rolling my eyes, I couldn't stop the smile etched on my face. He was being playful, he was showing me a side he hasn't shown others.

"Yeah. Whatever, now were we going?" I asked.

"That m'lady will be a surprise." With that said he grabbed my hand into his and pulled us out of the room.

And here we are now, ascending the stairs hand in hand. It's funny how only a couple of days ago, I would've done anything and everything from being in this position. Now look at where I am, feeling content into being able to be a part of Harry's mysterious life.

Walking out of the mansion, Harry pulled me with him into a garage. Opening it with a control remote, I hadn't noticed. The big metallic door opened, revealing various of cars to a motorcycle.

"Wow. We're taking the beast over there right?" I awed pointing at the far left side were a motorcycle was parked.

"Didn't think you were a motorcycle girl." He said looking at me with amazed eyes. Looking up at him dead in the eye. I tried to keep a straight face but failed and chuckled, shaking my head.

"Seriously. I love feeling the wind blow through my hair and see the town rush by me in a blur."

"Well than, come on." He motion me towards the motorcycle. Took ahold of a helmet and passed it to me. Got on, I stood there waiting for him to grab another helmet and put it on.

"What are doing. Come one climb on." He motion with his eyes.

"No, not until you wear you're own helmet." Shaking my head and looked at him seriously.

All he did was chuckle get off the motorcycle. Take ahold of the helmet and put it on my head, clipping the bottom under my chin. "No. I don't need one. And that's that. Now climb on so we can head on out." I would have protested but the look on his face gave no room for further discussion.

Grunting in annoyance, I huffed and climbed in behind him. Roaring the engine to life, I circled my arms around his firm waist. Muscles tensing, I gave a small peck on his neck. "Relax, don't want to end up falling, now do we." I whispered.

I knew what I had done was a big step to whatever this was. Because for one I knew he treated me differently then the others. Why? Only he knew. But if I wanted him to open up to me, I need to make the first step. Feeling his muscles relax and hearing his chuckles I knew it was going to be okay.

Pulling out of the garage we arounded the fountain that adorned the middle of the mansion. Ending at front of the two steel gates, where two guards with arms in their hands stood.

They both gave a court nod at Harry, which to he returned. To be shocked at the two guards that carried weapons would be understood. Why did Harry need guards? Was it to be cautious? Maybe. But it didn't stop me from feeling uneasy.