couture. // haylor

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"Secrets aren't meant to be hidden for too long."

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Her face trickled with sweat as she breathed heavily. Her pale figure lies soullessly on the mattress, as limp as a worker would be after a long day. But even so, she manages to look stunning. Under the early morning sunlight, it beams at her face, highlighting ever dimensional features that she consists of. And to me, it was an absolute masterpiece.

It was just me and her that was in the room, so undoubtedly, silence dominated the room. The only sound was her heavy breathing and the sound of my pounding heartbeat.

She tried so hard. She tried so hard to please me. To make me fall for her determination and passion even more. The way she put her arms around me to measure me, thinking that I've increased by size instead of realising that she might've ordered the wrong size today. The way she still had the will to grab my clothes when she knew that her legs were weakening by the ticking second. It makes my heart churn and something in that just glued my eyes to her the whole time. I couldn't stop watching her and her graceful movements.

I know she thinks she's awkward and her helpless feelings are in the way of doing her job, but I love how she tries to catch a glimpse of every small movement I make.

Hell, I've fallen for her. And it's scary thinking about that. Thinking about how that might ruin the only purpose and motivation of my existence. Ruin my plans to save my mother. Ruin my plans to find out who ruined my life.

It's scary knowing that I'm even saying all this to the unconscious girl lying on the bed sheet of my guest room.

The headache from before still burns inside, but it's now just mildly stinging. Not anything too bad, I can walk and speak properly without feeling like throwing up every few seconds. The familiar atmosphere of the guest room appears before I can comprehend what happened before. By now, it's already night time. The sun no longer shone through the cracks of the curtain and instead, rain was pouring down from the dark sky.

I sit up, feeling a sharp pang of pain in the crook of my neck again. When will this ever go away? I moan at the sudden sense, but quickly get over it, noticing my dry throat.

I fix my appearance slightly and decide to head downstairs to get some tea. After that, I'll leave. I'll leave until he calls for me again. And judging from today's work, I know that won't be soon. I won't be the slightest bit of surprised if he fires me even.

I grab a mug from the kitchen, taking notice that no one's downstairs. The sound of my footsteps echoes around the house, scaring me with each sound.

The kettle howled in sync with the thunder from outside, scaring me a little, but just a couple sips, and I'll take a taxi out of here.

Involuntarily, my feet dragged me to the end of the corridor. At the end of the room, lies the door. The secret door, that I can't go an inch near.

The white and gold themed pattern of it just intrigued me. Something at the back of my mind was just picking at me, begging for me to turn the knob and read into what's inside. And my body supported that, so of course, I'm on a mission to satisfy my annoying curiosity.

As everyone would've guessed if they were in my situation, curiosity killed the cat.

Harry barges out the door, scaring me. He doesn't seem pleased with me standing in front of the door with my curious expression, but he doesn't bark at me for it. He just stayed still and remained silent.

This time, excuses didn't pop in my head, but instead, honesty was the first thing that came to mind.

"I was curious," I bluntly replied to his senseless emotions.