12.24.07

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1am - 06/18/2017 - Houston, TX.

I wake up in a big room that was lit by a lamp on the side table. I fell asleep in the car because the ride was very long. I sit up on the edge of the bed, rubbing my wrists that weren't tied up. The room was empty. There was no sign of Harry.

I stand up, walking toward the window and peek through the curtains. There was a view of many other buildings that the moon shined upon. I stare out there for a while until I hear something beep and the door flies open. Harry walks in, holding a brown paper bag that read Sonic. I frown, staying in my spot. Harry looks up at me after shutting the door.

"Good, you're finally awake." he says, kicking off his shoes then walks across the room. He sets the bag on the table that was sitting near the window. "I'm sure you're hungry."

"Where are we?" is all I ask, standing still as he sits at the table.

"Houston, doll face." he sighs, opening the bag. "Now sit down." he pulls out a seat for me and taps it.

"You just left to get food without tying me up?" I ask, hesitantly sitting down. "What if I had ran away while you were gone?"

"You wouldn't have gotten far." he shakes his head, handing me the food he had in the bag.

"How do you know?" I interrogate and Harry groans, biting into his burger.

"Just eat your food." he nudges, standing up. I unwrap the burger and start eating while I watch him pick up some shopping bags. He tosses them on the bed and looks at me. "I had one of my men go out and by you some clothes."

"You had a guy go out and buy me clothes?" I question with a mouth full of food.

"Would you of rather have me go out and buy you clothes?" he teases, pulling out a floral sweater. "I would've bought more revealing clothing."

I walk over to him, licking the sauce that fell onto my thumb. He smirks, eyeing me the whole time. I nudge him over, snatching the sweater from him.

"Does this man know it's summertime?" I search through the bags revealing all types of clothing. "How did he know that these would fit anyway?"

"Well, I don't know when my dad will give up the search for you." Harry shrugs. "We could be hiding out for a while."

"Don't you want me dead?" I turn to him. "You wanted me dead since the very beginning, but now you're hiding me from your evil father."

"I'm not going to let him torture you." Harry says lowly.

"But you want me dead." I repeat.

"Just–" Harry was about to snap at me, but stops himself. "How about you go try these clothes on and I'll have Jimmy return them if they don't fit?" he suggests, changing the topic.

I grab one of the bags, keeping my eyes connected with Harry's. I head toward the bathroom then he stops me.

"I need my privacy." I tell him.

"There's no secret. I've seen it all." he points out.

I drop the bag on the floor, staring right into his eyes. I slightly lift the bottom of my shirt then laugh when I see his eyes shift down.

"Did you actually think I would?"

Harry shakes his head, biting his bottom lip. "You really know how to tease a man for someone who hasn't experienced anything for the nineteen years of their life." he mocks.

"Thanks." was all I said, even though it was embarrassing now that he knows that about me.

I try on plenty of outfits, showing them to Harry. He liked every outfit I came out with. I get tired of dressing up, so I just find a pair of sport shorts that stayed a bit above mid-thigh. I throw on a random tank top and exit the bathroom.