Caught

Twelve

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Songs for this chapter:

The Mortician's Daughter - Black Veil Brides

Big girls Don't Cry - Fergie

Strong - One Direction

I need him.

He's my only chance of happiness left, and that is something I can't risk losing. I look down at my beautiful boy and shut my eyes. When I open them a tear tolls down my cheek. How can one boy cause me so much pain, but draw me in so close? I start sobbing for the hundredth time since I arrived. Harry looks concerned and presses his lips together.

"Come here." Harry reaches his arms up to me.

I begin to climb down, once I am about a foot above him I slip down into his arms. He goes to put me down but I latch around his waste.

"Please." I cry into his chest, I never want to leave his side. My arms are slung around his neck, my face buried into his white t-shirt. He puts one arm around my shoulders and pulls me off, I start to fall but his other arm catches me and wraps under my knees. I catch him by surprise and pull his head down to mine, I leave a much needed soft kiss on his plump pink lips.

"God have I missed this." he huffs smiling at me.

I'm carried out of the forest and towards the school. I've hardly spent any time here at all and I already hate it, but as long as Harry's by my side I'll be okay. He's leads me back into the building we had recently fled from. I had almost forgotten I left all of my books in the classroom. Once we reach the door that leads to the annoying class Harry puts me down and gestures for me to head in. I walk in and revive many unwanted glares. I grab my books and turn around to see Harry leaning against the doorway with his signature smirk on. His intense glare makes me blush so I lower my head. I rush over to Harry and he grabs my hand.

I'm practically pulled out the door. Harry's features are hard and focused on getting far away from the school building. He drags me across the opening toward the dorm house. At first I think he's taking me back to my dorm, but then he takes a turn into a part of the building I'd never seen. He let's go of my hand and fumbles for a key in his pocket.

I expect a basic new dorm room, but a staircase is revealed instead. Harry steps aside for me to go first, but I hesitate he notices immediately.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He grumbles slight annoyance clear in his voice.

I gain my trust for him back quickly, "I know." I push through the doorway and turn around to Harry for guidance. He nods his head down the stairs, signaling me to go. I reach for his hand as I head down, I'm shaking and I have no idea why. Maybe because it's a creepy door, leading to god knows what.

We reach the bottom of the stairs and are met by another door. I go to open this one but it won't budge. Harry laughs at me and pushes the door open with out a struggle. Ok then, I mumble a "sorry" and enter the unknown area.

When I walk in the walls are pounding with a deep bass. The hallways are covered with a thick smoke and a terrible smell. I scrunch my nose trying to rid of the smell of alcohol and cigarettes. This place is disgusting, why is he even bringing me here? I didn't even know this part of the building existed.

"Where are we going?" I cough out to Harry, he doesn't answer just pushing past me strutting down the hallway. This act is very familiar, I almost expect a middle finger to follow.

Is doesn't, however he just keeps walking.

What the hell? "Harry?" he doesn't turn around, he just keeps whis focus ahead of him. I follow him, not wanting to be left alone in this unknown place. I can barely see five feet in front of me. Harry takes a quick turn to the left opening a dorm with his key from his pocket and swiping into the room. He shuts the door behind him, I go up to the door and rethink about turning the knob and just barging in. Maybe he doesn't want me to join him. I lightly knock awaiting his return. He abruptly opens the door and waves me in.

"You know I left the door unlocked." He says as he shuts and locks the the heavy barrier behind him. Someone's in a mood..

"I didn't know, because you just let it shut and.. I don't know you seem a little cold lately. I didn't want to barge into the room." I look down knowing the look he's giving me. Where are we anyways? Is this...

"This is where I was moved to." he's looking down at the floor, avoiding eye contact.

Why? Why did my mother have to do all this. Harry was no bother at all to me, and now he's living in this dump. The only light in his new dorm is coming from a small window at the top of the musty cold wall. His bed looks uncomfortable and the mattress is dirty with no sheets.

"Do your parents know that your living in these conditions?" I look up at him in question, needing to be reassured that he will take care of this. I know for a fact if my mother had found out I was living in this room she would flip. Pro ably demand I get the best dorm here.

But he doesn't even look at me, I shuts his eyes and takes a seat in the bed. "Don't talk about families and parents to me." He looks annoyed with my question, the tone of his voice is pleading but in a dangerous way.

"Why?" I shouldn't be pestering, it's not my business but he knows more about me than a lot of other people, including my mother.

"Just don't, Okay?" His face is filled with anger, and pain.

"I'm just trying to help you." What is going on, did something happen with his family? What if I've just triggered some of his hidden emotions, mostly hate obviously. He is such a sweet boy, I want to fix whatever has pained him. He's been nothing but a bright shining happiness in my life, and I'll do anything to be if not the same but better for him.

"Just leave." He's picking his nails in his lap, not even acknowledging me still being here.

"No."

That got his attention, he looks at me deep fury set in his emerald eyes. I know what he's doing, he's trying to scare me but I won't have it. I'm going standing my ground. Within seconds he's on his feet I front of me, staring into my eyes, not for a second breaking the contact. Obviously someone isn't used to being told no.

"What did you just say?" He grabs my wrist and pushes me up against the cold cement wall. He forces his body against mine in one quick step, my wrist still pinned tight between his large hand and the hard wall. I try to free myself by pressing my front against him and trying to wiggle my wrist free, but he forces his thumbs into my hips holding me still. His stare seems to being melting away my soul, I look away not being able to take anymore.

"Harry stop." I squeeze my eyes shut and force my head to the right totally avoiding his powerful gaze. If I look at him I'll cry and I know it, he can't have that satisfaction.

"Fucking look at me!" He shouts in my face. I'm trying as hard as I can not to cry, he's seen me cry far to much. This time I'm the strong one I can handle this. "Look at me!" He shouts again practically directly in my ear.

I purse my lips together, struggling with my task of keeping my tears in. "I'll leave just let me go." I finally gain enough strength to talk.

He releases his grip from me, and I cower a little at the growing pain in my wrist and hips. I hadn't realized he had lifted me from the ground until I made the contact, nearly falling over. He doesn't even try to help me, he just stands only a few feet away with his head turned. I glance at my wrist and notice a change in the skins tint, it was sure to bruise.

As much as I want to leave, I know I'll end up right back here sooner or later and I have no time to waste. I take a brave step toward him, risking all the strength I have left. I had no reason to weasel into his business, I got him angry after we had literally just made up and I want to fix it.

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