Impure Affair {h.s.}

thirty four

Rose.

"Rose."

"Rose. Baby, wake up."

I was in a heap of sweat as my eyes fluttered open. I noticed a figure in front of me but I could not make out the face. "Harry?"

The person did not respond to the name. I pushed away and balled myself up knowing it was not him.
My vision began to clear and I saw a body on the floor leaning against the wall. I gasped and crawled to him.
"Harry?" I kissed his lips which were agape. He groaned as a response, he was in pain.

I whipped my head around and locked eyes with the enemy. "What did you do to him?!" I snapped and the enemy seemed surprised.

"He got what he deserved princess." I cringed when he called me that, it did not feel right.
"Would you like something to drink maybe something to eat too?" He acted like he cared.

"No." He showed a smug smile. "Water and a sandwich sounds great." He then left the room.

"Is he gone?" I heard a whisper ring in my ear. "Yes?" I made it sound like a question wondering how Harry was able to speak. "How?"

"I can easily fake being hurt." His famous smirk appeared on his face. I smiled back and landed my lips on his, he gladly responded.

"Now, let's go." He got up and offered me a hand but I shook my head, I was not able to. "What's wrong?" He knelt down and I removed my hand from the wound, I was stabbed. "I'm gonna fucking kill him." Harry whispered with an angry tone as he lightly grazed his fingers on the wound on my leg.

He stood back up and I raised my arms so he could pick me up almost like a child. He held me in his arms and looked for an exit.

"The old place." He scoffed and I was confused. "I'll explain later." He noticed my look and shrugged it off. The room was normal. Four grey walls, nothing on them, cement floor, it was clearly a basement.

Harry switched his head back and forth looking for a way out. "He got rid of it."

"Of what?"

"The second entrance. There was always two. One in the house and one outside." His bottom lip stuck out with frustration until we heard the door open. Harry stopped to lay me carefully on the floor to return to his position against the wall. I heard footsteps getting louder and I wanted to hide. I looked around and noticed a little area that was cut off from the view of other people with a curtain. I slid behind the curtain just in time for him to make his final step onto the cement.

"Oh Rose, come out come out wherever you are." He stayed silent waiting for a response. "We can play later now come out and eat." I was quiet and my eyes started to wander for something I could use to attack. "I'll count to three and if you're not out here by three then some bad things will happen. One." I heard him set a plate down. "Two."

"Thr-" I walked out from behind the curtain. "Why there you are." His face lit up but mine stayed dull. "Now eat, I'll be back I have some business to take care of." He yanked me closer to him and harshly laid a kiss on my head. He went up, taking two stairs at a time before slamming the door. I felt a presence behind me.
"Don't eat it. Who knows what he put in there." Harry said lowly and left. I saw the curtain get pushed aside and he walked into the secluded area. "Rose come here." I followed his voice. "Take this and hide it." He handed me a knife then went back to shuffling in the large chest. His hand gripped something and up it came out of the chest like a claw machine. His other hand reached in to look for ammo. "Bloody hell." He stopped and put his head in his hands. "What's wrong?" I asked him but I already knew the answer.

"We need another plan." He put the gun back and grabbed a knife instead. Our heads snapped in the direction of the door slamming.

Harry grabbed me and pulled me close onto his chest as he covered my mouth. "Hold out your knife." He whispered and did the same.

"Where the hell are you?!" He yelled referring to the both us. Under the curtain I saw his feet appear and they turned in all directions looking for us then they stopped and pointed our way. He swung open the curtain with an evil grin. I went to stab him in the gut. He did nothing. He did not cower in pain, he did not groan, nothing happened. I tried again and nothing happened. I looked at it then pushed the blade in, it was fake.

"Do you really think I would leave you in a basement with actual weapons?" He gets closer to us.
"I'm offended that you thought I was this stupid." He grins again and turns to walk away. Harry pushed me to the side to dig into his boot, he had something. "My boys checked you for weapons before we brought you here." Harry froze and turned pale. "You're gonna die here." The enemy chuckles.

Harry stood and looked at me in the corner of his eyes. He pulled me close and kissed me hard with passion. It felt like it would be our last.

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Harry.

"I want you to stay back here an don't you dare open that curtain. Do you understand?" She nodded at me frightened, she could tell I was heated.
I walked out from behind the velvet cloth and pushed it back in place. His back was to me as I followed each step he took. I ran and tackled his body to the ground. He groaned and moved frantically under me. He stopped and I got off him just to roll him over so his face was up.

My knees went over his arms and my hands went to his neck. He pried at them with all his might.
"I always knew you were more psychotic than me." I paused but continued, ignoring his comment.
"I know what you do, I know you kill Harry." My eyes met the glint of his. I pushed even harder.

"You're really going to kill me." He chuckled the best he could but it was choppy as he was losing air.
"I always thought I would get you like I always would when we played tag."
I stopped and pulled me mouth up to his ear. "Well not this time." I pulled the gun out of his pocket that I felt. I held it tight, so tight my knuckle turned white. I placed the weapon in between his eyes.

"Goodbye Harry."

"Goodbye Enemy."

And the gun went off.

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