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***Melanie's P.O.V***
Harry dried my body down with a towel, and I stood still letting him do what he pleased. There was no point in fighting him. I have nothing to gain. The cuts on my wrists were still stinging, and blood was dripping leaving dark red drops on the marble floor.
Harry rummaged through the cabinet and pulled out a bandage. "Here, give me your hand sweetheart" he spoke in a very calm tone. I huffed but gave in, knowing I could either let him bandage it up, or make even more wounds. Harry wrapped it around my cuts, and I winced slightly when they stung from the friction on my open wounds. When he was done, I quickly stepped away from him avoiding his wondering hands, and Harry chuckled slightly.
"Can I have my clothes now?" I pleaded, using a quite voice, still fearful that if I spoke too much, I would say something that would anger Harry again.
"That keen to cover up?" Harry laughed. "Yeah you can." Harry walked into the room, still fully naked. I cringed, and wrapped the towel around my body. I stayed put, not wanting to follow Harry, and see his junk. Harry appeared again, now wearing boxers, and handed me some clothes. Only they weren't my clothes. Harry had grabbed a red lacy bra, and matching undies, a big black t-shirt, and some black boxers.
"Uh..these aren't mine." I mumbled, utterly confused.
"I know. I bought the lingerie when I saw them and thought they would look fucking sexy on you. As for the clothes, they are mine. I want to see you in my clothes babe." Harry smirked.
I sighed in frustration, but grabbed the clothes, just wanting to cover myself up from Harry's eyes. "Can you please leave so I can get dressed?" I sighed when Harry stood, leaning on the door frame, watching me carefully.
"Aw! You're no fun Mel!" Harry pouted.
"Please?" I groaned. I know I should be used to Harry's sick little games by now, but they still piss me off.
"Ugh, fine!" Harry huffed.
Once Harry left, I slammed the door closed and locked it, triple checking. It may sound paranoid, but considering it was Harry, it was perfectly justified. I groaned when I picked up the bra, but put it on, knowing it was better than nothing with Harry around. The undies were just as bad, lacy, hardly covering anything at all. Damn Harry and his sick mind! Harry's shirt was way too big for me, but I was grateful since it would be good for covering my body from him. His boxers were slightly big, but because I have big hips, they stayed up, thank the Lord.
Harry knocked on the door after he tried opening it, failing once he realized it was locked. "You locked the door! Really Mel? Really?" Harry laughed through the door.
"Yes.Really." I replied. How could he not expect me to lock the door? After everything he had done to me, it would be stupid not to lock it. Then again, he probably wasn't surprised, just annoyed that he couldn't perv at me. I smirked to myself for being one step ahead on Harry for once.
"Well you can open the door now." Harry spoke calmly, but warning was still lingering in hos voice, making it known that if I didn't open it, he would bust the door down. I rolled my eyes, grateful he couldn't see me, and slowly opened the door, to reveal a smirking Harry.
"Mmm, I was right. You do look sexy in my clothes." he purred.
"I disagree." I huffed, hoping he would just drop the conversation.
