mercy | hes

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The next morning I woke up to the sounds of arguing. Not fighting, but I could clearly hear Harry shouting curses and aimlessly throwing things.

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and looked out the windows, disappointed to see the bars surrounding them. It was comforting knowing I was in a prison as soon as I awoke.

This was my life now.

I was about to check on Harry, just to see if he wasn't hurting himself. But I fell back in bed at the sound of glass coming in contact with the floor.

The sharp crash! sound sent shivers down my spine. I had only been awake for a couple minutes and I already knew there was going to be trouble.

Which wasn't a surprise.

"I know what the fuck I'm doing! Okay?" I hear Harry bellow with no regards for my sleep. "Don't you say that-"

I couldn't hear another voice, just Harry's. I guessed he was on the phone with somebody.

I shifted halfway out of my bed, my feet dangling over the side, debating to fully land on the floor or to stay dangling midway.

I kept still, listening in on the conversation. "I have done this countless of bloody times. I'm not going to get caught, alright? I don't know why you're being so-"

Caught with what?

I let my curiosity get the best of me.

I planted the balls of my feet onto the cold floors, seemingly curious about whatever Harry was on about.

I took a shy step towards the bedroom door, hoping to hear better without causing any unwanted attention to myself.

"She will be fine. She will be fine. I can handle her! This whole situation isn't even a problem, stop stressing me out! Fuck!"

I froze.

He's talking about me, he must be. Who else what he be talking about?

What was going on? Why wouldn't I be fine? I felt so out of the loop. Harry seemed to know more about my current situations before I did.

I took another wobbly step towards the bedroom door, my weight spreading across the floorboard with a creak. I cringed at the ear-splitting =sound, absolutely sure that Harry had heard me, pinching myself to remain totally silent.

"Goddamn." I whispered.

I felt the air shift throughout the apartment, a deadly omen for bad luck. I tightly held my breath, praying that he would't come upstairs.

Harry muttered something laconic into the phone before stepping into the kitchen, his voice becoming too distant to comprehend any longer.

"Thank goodness," I let out a deep sigh, my whole body slumping over in relief.

I took another careful step towards my bedroom door, slowly twisting the silver knob until the door swung open. I was half surprised and half pleased that Harry hadn't locked my door last night.

Maybe he was trusting me too much.

"I'm not sending anybody out. I'm not. Not yet, it's too early," I could finally hear Harry's voice, but only vaguely. "I'm going to catch too much unwanted attention if we send out anybody."

He sounded calm. Well, calmer than a few minutes ago.

I took a few shaky steps down the stairs, unsure of what I would do once I got downstairs. I could easily run out the front door, I had a perfect view of it, but I was sure that it was bolted shut from the outside.