dirty little secret [dark l.p]

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Emily's POV

I have been sitting on his couch for the past two hours, still embracing the fact that I have to stay here. After all, it is for the best.

I look up, searching for Harry.

He's leaning against the wall to my left, chewing on the core of an apple silently. Without speaking, he walks over to the kitchen, throwing away his apple.

"It's getting late." He points out.

"Where am I sleeping?" I ask him, my eyes flickering over to meet his. He stares at me, almost trying to figure me out.

"Follow me." He says, walking his tall body up the stairs. I slowly get up, using my long legs to catch up with Harry. There not even as close to Harry's legs though.

I notice we pass his bedroom door and I almost find myself sighing in relief. Then, he opens a door right next to his.

When he opens it, a smell of lavender fills my nostrils. I like the smell, but it's not home; where I want to be.

The walls are painted a light blue, making me relax. Blue is my favorite color at the moment. The bed frame, bed sheets and blankets, desk, and dressers are all white. I'm starting to wonder who's room this is.

"Who's room is this?" My curiosity gets the best of me.

"Guest room." He shrugs. "There's some cloths in the dresser if you want to change. The bathrooms right there." His index fingers points to another door, and I nod quietly. Clothes?

"Goodnight." He looks at me for a second, his actions hesitating. I'm relieved when he doesn't try to hug me, or touch me.

I quietly walk around the room, examining every inch and square. It's a very plain room, and the bed looks as if no one has touched it before.

Once I'm done examining the room, I open up the white, tall dresser. It's filled with girl clothes, and I'm not even sure if there my size. Honestly, I'm more worried about who's they were before me.

I rummage through the clothes, making sure to grab stuff with the tags still on it. At least I won't be wearing another girls clothes, this way.

I find a pair of red checkered, flannel pants, that are quite warm. I grab a random sweatshirt that says CSU.

Shit.

This reminds me of my classes.

My break ends on Monday, and I won't be out of this hell hole until next Friday.

I immediately make a mental note to call them and make up an excuse. This is terrible.

I walk into the bathroom, taking my dirty clothes off, and folding them neatly. I place them on the dresser, before stepping into the running shower.

After my shower, I turn the TV on to friends, finding some comfort.