***Harry's P.O.V***
I held Melanie closely to me, singing softly to her. It pained me to know the girl I was quickly falling for was deathly afraid of me. The worst part is, it's all my fault. I shot her friend, and kidnapped her. I do feel slightly bad, but I would do it all over again.
Trying to describe how she makes me feel in near impossible. I haven't known her for long, yet I'm determined to keep her with me. She can't get away.
I know that although she isn't fighting with me right now, it's only because she doesn't want to anger me and result in me hurting her again. She is most likely dying on the inside right now, laying in my arms naked whilst I sing to her, but it feels so right to me. I am not one that believes in cheesy love crap, but I do have strong feelings towards her.
I am utterly possessive of Melanie. I can't stand the thought of Melanie with another boy, smiling at him, talking to him, kissing him, and having sex with him. I won't let that happen. She may end up hating me, but I know she'll always be mine.
I would prefer it if she wanted me too, and she felt a connection with me like I did with her, but I can honestly say even if she doesn't, she will always be with me.
As if she had been reading my thoughts, she spoke up,
"Harry?" she asked, her sweet voice only just above a whisper.
"Yes princess?" I answered, eager to hear what she had to say, especially since it was me she was talking to.
"Will you ever let me go?"
I let out a sigh with her words. She heard it, and took that as an answer, looking down, yet I spoke up, just to make it clear that she would never be leaving me.
"No baby, I can't do that." I mumbled into her neck. I saw her fists clench at my words, clearly growing angry and inpatient with me. She would hate to hear it, but she was very cute when she was angry. The way her nose crinkled up.
"You can let me go, but you won't" she corrected me. I couldn't help but chuckle at her words. She has grown a lot of nerve since she had been here, and it amused me watching her confidence grow more and more each day.
"True, but that doesn't change anything." I shrugged.
Melanie let out an exasperated sigh, her head collapsing back into the crook of my neck. I took that as a chance to peck her on the cheek, but she lifted her head up again.
"No, put your head back there." I commanded her. She hesitated, unwilling to put it back, fully aware of my intentions, but eventually did as I had instructed her, knowing it would be foolish to disobey me.
My lips wasted no time in crashing into her neck, leaving a wet trail as they moved upwards towards her ear.
"Harry, please don't" she sighed. My fingers gripped her shoulders, showing her that I would do as I pleased, and she gave up, but it was still clear on her features that she wasn't enjoying it.
"I don't know why you fight me." I grumbled once my lips left the base of her neck. "I have so much to offer you baby, yet you won't take it." I sighed in defeat.
"Because I don't want you, or anything you have to offer me, besides freedom" she growled.
"Maybe if you just stopped fighting me you would see that it would be foolish to run from me." I retaliated.
"And maybe if you weren't so possessive you would realize I have everything to run from!" she raised her voice this time.
"Answer me this question, Melanie" I spoke up. "When I was singing to you, and you were still in my arms, didn't that feel right to you?" I asked, my voice growing quieter towards the end.
