-Miranda's POV-
I was more then thrilled when Harry had told me about what had happened to him that had probably led to his dreams. It was a lot to take in but it had soaked in throughout the night, and it was a lot more then a ten year old boy should have gone through that he had. It sucks that he was put in jail for half his childhood for a crime he didn't even commit, and now being charged again for murder plus rape. I now see why he's been so mad and angry.
He hasn't let me leave the bed in the last two days though, all we've been doing is talking on his bed, nothing more and nothing less. His hands always wrapped around my body. I sat in between his legs as my head laid on his very toned chest. His chin rested on the top of my head and his arms slithered out and met on my stomach. It was quiet but nice, only the sound of the wind outside rustling the tree branches. I started to move from my spot and Harry's grip got more tighter as I squirmed like he didn't want me to leave. Yet I had to go to the bathroom and take a shower that was desperately needed, I need to shave, moisturize, wash, shampoo, condition and repeat at least six times if not more. I'm pretty sure I smelt worse then my father after he attempts to work-out.
I started to move again and this time I hear a slight growl. "Harry I need to get up and shower." I told him but he wouldn't let go. At this point I just had given up and stayed right in his arms. I could hear his heart beating rapidly, to a point where it sounded like it was gonna blow up.
He hadn't talked in fact it was only me doing most of the talking and it was getting a bit lonely only talking to myself. I just let out a huge breath and Harry hugged me even tighter. "Harry, really I do need to take a shower. Unless you want to be hugging me with hairy legs, and sweaty pits." And with that he had unraveled his hands from my body faster then Stella heading to the mall during black Friday.
Stella. I haven't seen nor talked to her in ages. I missed her dearly, even though she's a pain in my ass. I wonder if she knows I'm missing? Of course she does, so does half the world. I wish I could just talk to her and tell her I was alright. I wish I could tell my mother and father I was alright. I couldn't thought, Harry had strict rules, no contact with the outside world, he didn't want anyone finding out where we were.
I looked back at Harry and he was just laying on the bed staring out the window, looking lost. I looked back down at the ground and walked into the bathroom within a few short moments. I stripped down my clothes into my bare body turning on the hot water. I stepped in the shower the water hitting my body, my arms curled up and I bent my knees. I turned around so the water hit my back, I released my hair from my ponytail and closed my eyes letting my hair and body soak in the steaming hot water.
When I got out I grabbed the towel I had laid out on the sink and wrapped it around my body. I walked back to the room I was staying in, or Harry's sister's room. The room was defiantly made for a fourteen year old girl. It was suddle yet chic. I dropped the towel on the ground and dug my way through the variety of clothes Perrie had hand picked out for me to wear while I was here. Some of it being lingre, what the hell did she think I was here for? A fuck fest? I threw those to the sides and got a Perrie of black leggings out and a baseball t-shirt. I threw my hair up with the hair elastic on my wrist and put it up in a messy bun.
I turned to the door to hear the door knocking.
"Miranda?" I heard Harry's voice echo through the hallway.
"Here." I said. I walked over to the locked door and twisted the knob to unlock it. He stood at the door frame his one hand supporting his whole body. I pranced into the room and cleaned it up a bit, not wanting to make a mess out of his sister's room. I felt his eyes locked on my body, with every move I took.
"I'm sorry." He said, I looked back at him with a confused look.
"What are you talking about?"
"Dragging you into all of this."
"It's fine-"
"Don't give me it's fine bullshit, you say that to much. Sometimes it can't be fine. I know how it feels to be ripped from your family. Gosh you must miss your mum, dad and Vivian." Vivian. I tried so hard to forget about her while I was here, and it seemed to work until a minute ago.
I thought back to my mom and her talking about me on the news. "Vivian not so much." I admitted, he frowned at me.
"She's not as bad as you think Miranda. She helped me at my weakest moments. She helped me get back onto my feet." I could get what he was saying yet I just didn't want to admit it. I nodded and folded some of the clothes were on the ground.
"I shouldn't have brought you here or taken you at all."
"It's not your fault that we're into this mess."
"But it is."
"No-"
"If I hadn't made enemies while I was there."
"Where?" I asked him.
"Jail, I made some friends like Zayn but made more enemies."
"Do you think it's the one that's trying to frame you?" I got up and walked over to him. He shrugged his shoulders and opened his arms as I filled them up with my body. You can't judge Harry before you get to know him, and I shouldn't have been so quick to judge him myself as I see now. He was just a teddy bear with many tattoos, many.
We walked into the kitchen and he grabbed the cola from the fridge pouring it into two glasses filled with ice. He handed me a glass and I thanked him as we knocked glasses cheering. I followed behind him back upstairs and to the room with no name. Only a white sheet covering the grand piano.
I sat next to him on the bench and rested my head on his shoulder as his hands began to press the keys and the soft melody of his voice filled the air.
I see you there, don't know where you come from
Unaware of a stare from someone
Don't appear to care that I saw you and I want you
What's your name? 'Cause I have to know it
You let me in and begin to show it
We're terrified 'cause we're heading
Straight for it, might get it
You been the song playing on the background
All along but you're turning up now
And everyone is rising to meet you, to greet you
Turn around and you're walking toward me
I'm breaking down and you're breathing slowly
You say the word and I will be your man, your man
Say when and my own two hands
Will comfort you tonight, tonight
Say when and my own two arms
Will carry you tonight, tonight
We're coming close and then even closer
We bring it in but we go no further
We're separate, two ghosts
In one mirror, no nearer
Later on if it turns to chaos
Hurricane coming all around us
See the crack, pull it back
From the window, you stay low
Say when and my own two hands
Will comfort you tonight, tonight
Say when and my own two arms
Will carry you tonight, tonight
I come across you lost and broken
You're coming to but you're slow in waking
You start to shake, you still
Haven't spoken, what happened
They're coming back and you just don't know when
You want to cry but there's nothing coming
They're gonna push until you give in or say when
Now we're here, and it turns to chaos
Hurricane coming all around us
Double crack throws you back
From the window, you stay low
It all began with a man and country
Every plan turns another century
Around again, another nation fallen
Maybe God can be on both sides
Of the gun, never understood why
Some of us never get it so good, so good
Some of this was here before us
All of this will go after us
It never stops until we give in, give in
Or say when and my own two hands
Will comfort you tonight, tonight
Say when and my own two arms
Will carry you tonight, tonight
Say when and my own two hands
Will comfort you tonight, tonight
I smiled and looked up at him, he bent down and our lips connected. His hand cupped both my cheeks and for this time I hadn't stopped him. I was letting him kiss me. That is until Zayn came into the room heavy breathing, sweat running down his forehead and fear in his eyes.
"We have a problem"
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