Tied.

Chapter 13. To Hell And Back.

"I went back to yours last night. Here's some clothes." Harry stated throwing a bag on the bed next to me.

"Whatever." I said back turning away from him and closing my eyes.

"Well you're fucking welcome." He scoffed at me.

"Harry just fucking go away already, jeesh." I screamed at him jumping back up on the bed, sitting straight now.

"Well someones on a heavy flow." He joked.

Bitch please, my time of the month already passed.

"Harry.." I said almost whiney.

"Just go back downstairs or somewhere else anyway." I sighed softly lying back down, turned away from him again.

I still felt his presance in the room and heard not a single footstep towards the door. Or at all for that matter. I dont know if he was just doing this to annoy me or not but it was fucking working.

"Why arent you leaving?" I sighed sounding sleepy.

No reply.

"Harry?" I asked furrowing my brows before looking over my shoulder to see he was sitting on the bed, head held in his palms.

I didnt even feel him sit down, I sat up again and tapped his shoulder.

"What?" He said in a low, croaky voice.

I didnt exactly know what to say.. really. I dont even know why I tapped his shoulder.

"Did.. uhm." I stutterd.

"Are yo.." I kept failing to form a sentance.

"Nothing I guess.." I said giving up.

He turned to face me his stress lines showing clear on his forhead. "Why havent you tried anything?" He asked me.

"W-what?" I said confused by what he was asking.

"Like.. tried to run off from us or, try kill us in our sleep or turn us in. You've been given plenty of opportunitys." He finished.

I looked down at my knee's and ponderd over the question.

Why havent I?

He wasnt lying.. I could have done any of that in a snap, I could kill him right now if I wanted too. But theres something holding me back, something I cant put my finger on. 

Part of me wants to leave,

But the other part is begging me to stay.

Thats when it clicked.

I have nothing.

Nothing to go back to,

No family, no friends, A job fit for a whore and a ratty old apartment that i'm currently in debt with.

I guess... in some ways.. when you really think of it.. I'm better off here.

Then at home.

I shrugged at him but kept my gaze to my knee's.

"No.. you know why. I can see it in your expression. You're holding it back." He encouraged me.

"I dont wanna talk about it." I whisperd bearly audible.

"Tell me." He went on.

"I said I dont want to talk about it." I yelled at him again.

"Okay!" He yelled in defence.

"Why is it so hard for Niall to just let me keep the dog?" I suddenly asked.

"And why is he such a fucking cunt to me?!" I added.

Harry chuckled and toussled his thick curls.

"He's mad that i'm the one that got stuck with you." Harry stated.

"Stuck with-.. hey!" I said my mouth forming an 'o' shape.

"No its cause he wanted you to stay with him. If he really got to know you he'd think different." Harry added.

"You dont know me." I said sternly.

"I dont care if you reaserched me or whatever you know nothing about me." 

My head fucking hurts.

Harry Styles. I cant decide wheather you bring the best, or the worst out of me. The ammount of mood swings he gives me is just un-natural.

"Sorry.." He apologized.

Wait what.

I looked at him my eyes widened slightly.

"That was a dick head comment." He added getting up and walking away. Just as he did the doorbell rang.

Did he just...

Ow.. migrainnnnnnnn, headache. Ow.

No more thinking for this girl.

I flopped back on the bed and finally closed my eyes. At last I get some sle- Oh for fuck sake the clothes.

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Slightly rushed sorry guys, I know I read over and its sorta shit but the next one will be way better I promise!