chapter ten
"ifhy but ily"
"wake up angel" a voice sang out; its tone filled with mock.
my body no longer felt numb.
i was conscious.
"c'mon angel i know you're awake." the same raspy voice cooed impatiently.
harry.
the sound of music now rang faintly in my ears; almost like it was playing loudly but there was something blocking it from fully being heard.
bass pulsed at a steady beat throughout my body.
where was i.
"i said wake up!" the same voice said; or rather yelled at an irritably loud volume.
i snapped my eyes open; vision clearing.
i was met by something bland; a ceiling.
"i knew you were awake," harry chuckled.
i sat up, or rather tried to sit up, on the what seemed to be a mattress beneath me.
my back hurt like hell.
i groaned, as more pain shot through the muscles around my spine.
i snapped my head to harry; trying to plead for help by defining the helplessness in my face towards him.
but all he did was stare at me.
with those big, almost cream-like eyes; holding an emotion which i still could not recognize.
after several seconds of moaning and whimpering as i inched my body to a right angle, i finally settled myself in a comfortable position.
harry was still staring at me.
almost as if he was in awe.
just as i was.
but all too soon that one similarity between us vanished.
so did his unreadable expression; replaced by a recognizable one.
lust.
"are you done being a fucking baby about sitting the fuck up?"
what did i do wrong?
why was he so mad?
i didn't know what to answer.
i didn't want to answer.
"answer. me." he roughly asked.
no; demanded.
"yes." i squeaked, too scared to speak any louder.
"good." he coldly answered.
after a couple of moments of utter silence; i began to realize once again that it wasn't just me and harry here.
the pounding bass of dance music shot throughout my body with each beat that played.
it seemed to be coming from downstairs.
and this observation brought me back to the question i had had just moments before.
where was i?
"uhm.. w-where are we.."
again with the me and the fucking stuttering, great.
after the quiet words left my cracked lips, i immediately wished i could take them back.
harry smirked.
a fire seemed to ignite in his eyes.
and in my body.
"let me show you, babe," and with this he stood up and grabbed my hand; eagerly.
i whimpered, as the unbearing pain once again pierced my back, but was quickly forced to deal with it as harry pulled me out the door of the small bedroom.
his hands were quite warm; despite his unwelcoming demeanor.
i could feel the callouses on his palm rub against mine as we made our way down a long flight of steps.
it was soothing in an odd way
as we continued to descend, the bass got louder.
i could now hear music.
people singing; yelling; shouting.
but nothing could prepare me for what i was about to witness as soon as my feet hit the last step.
my jaw dropped as i took in the madness happening right in front of my eyes.
not in shock.
but in fright.
all of a sudden a hot breath could be felt on my neck.
harry.
"you, my angel, are at a frat party."
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