Deception (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 6

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I finished the last bite of the omelet that harry had made, quite impressed by his culinary skills.

"What did I tell you? I'm a master chef," he smiled, clearing the expensive china wear from the table. I managed a small smile, looking down at my hands.

"So what now?"I asked when he returned.

"I don't know... I don't really hear anything from boss until tomorrow. I guess you can look around if you want." He shrugged, entering the living room. I bit my lip, unsure really of where to go. I'd basically given up all hope on running away.... There was no where for me to go anyways. We were way up in the mountains.

I followed after Harry, walking into the living room and watching as he played a game of FIFA. He didn't seem to acknowledge my presence, so I decided to explore the upstairs. As I began walking up the hard wood steps, Harry's voice stopped me.

"Hey If you go up there to look around......Don't go into the third room on the left. I mean it," he yelled, his voice serious.

I continued up the steps, looking at the spare wall. He really needed some new decorating tips.... I found myself smiling a bit as I realized how much of a woman's touch this place needed.... It was awful.

My first stop was in a small sitting room. Large antique bookcases, filled to the brim with novels of all sorts, lined the walls. I wondered around in this room a bit, scanning through a few books here and there.

My next stop lasted only a brief moment, seeing as it was probably the most boyish room in the house. A boxing room. The walls and floor were covered with mats, a large punching bag hanging in in the corner. An imagine of Harry shirtless, taking his anger out on the bag flashed through my mind a moment. I quickly shook of the thought, shutting the door and moving to the next room.

I quickly recognized it as the room harry and I slept in last night. I mentally barfed at the thought of what I'd just said. Harry and I sleeping together. When I barely even knew him. The thought continued to disgust me as I eventually came to the door I was told not to enter. I began to walk past it..... But then my wonder got the best of me. Why didn't he want me to go into this room? What was so special about it? Was it dangerous? Was he hiding something? My hand hovered over the doorknob as I debated whether or not to find the answers I was looking for. Slowly, I grasped it in my sweaty hand, turning the knob and softly opening the door. But once I did...... I suddenly wished i hadn't.

As the door squeaked open, I gasped at the sight inside. The room was dark, the shades drawn so no light could get in. My hand reached for the light switch, but discovered that the light in the ceiling had been smashed. I walked into the room, the creak of the old wooden floorboards sounding around me. The room looked as if a hurricane had been through it. Chairs overturned, books with pages ripped out of them scattered across the floor, pictures smashed, tables ripped in half.... The list went on and on. I stepped forward, only to hear a soft cracking sound beneath my feet. I stepped back, looking down to find a small picture frame, the glass cracked over the top of it. I bent down, picking it up in my hands and clearing some of the dust from the shattered frame. I could barely make out the image of a woman. A beautiful woman. She had dark, wavy hair, a beautiful smile, and the most mesmerizing eyes I'd ever seen. It almost looked like.....

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?!" Harry's voice boomed throughout the room. I gasped, the picture dropping to the floor and shattering even more. I spun around, only to see a fuming mad Harry standing in the doorway.

"I-I.... I was just...." I couldn't find the words to speak as he stormed towards me, his hand reaching out and grasping my wrist. "WHAT PART OF STAY THE FUCK OUT DONT YOU UNDERSTAND?!" He yelled, his expression one of complete hatred.

"I-I'm sorry.... I just.... I-I" "GET THE FUCK OUT! GET OUT OF HERE!" He screamed, throwing me in the direction of the door. I ran as fast as I could out the door, the sounds of shattering glass filling my ears. Tears spilled down my face as I frantically searched for a place to hide. I ran down the never ending hallway, throwing open a random door, only to discover it was some sort of closet. I quickly ran inside, hurting the door tightly behind me. My breathing continued to speed up as more crashing sounds came from outside. I slid to the floor, pulling my knees to my chest as I cried. I didn't know what I just did....... But I knew that if Harry found me..... I was done for.