Found [h. s.]

f i v e

*Reine's POV*

I woke up in the same room I
did yesterday. It was going to take a while to get used to the grey and the white and black instead of the dirty brown wooden basement.

Harry was asleep next to me. He had his arms around my waist in a tight grip. I felt safe. Like nothing could harm me when I was with him. His face was relaxed. He looked younger. He didn't have any anger or sadness displayed.

I turned in his grip to face towards him. I kissed him on the forehead. I was unsure of what we were since he kissed me last night. Of course, I kissed back. How could I not? Fireworks shot through my body in every place that he touched.

But then Liam had to ruin it. I heard him shouting and then Harry kicking the shit out of him. I'm just glad Harry came back to me without a scratch or a bruise.

"Mmm" Harry moaned. It was quite cute.

His eyes fluttered open. Ah, the beautiful green eyes.

"Harry?" I whispered.

"Mm?" he moaned. He was cute when he was waking up.

"Um, what are we?"

"Mmm." He hummed. "I dunno right now. I'm tired."

I giggled at him softly. I laid my head on his strong arm and watched him struggle to fall back asleep.

"Ugh, babe, why did you have to wake me up?" His eyes instantly widened. He started to panic. "Is that okay? If I call you that? I should've asked first. We should've been able to talk about this. Reine I'm so sorry if I upset you." He rambled on. I put my finger on his lip stopping him.

"It's ok. I like it."

He instantly relaxed. I know we have literally only known each other for one day, but it feels right. I'm not totally sure what we are. My best friend before I "died", called me that. I miss him so much. His name was Blaine Moore. His blue eyes we magnificent. When you stared into them, all you could see was the bright blue. He was naturally a brunette, but he bleached his hair. Last couple of times I saw him, he was letting the brown grow out at the roots. He looked great. He was lean and muscular. If I was interested in dating at the time, I would definitely date him. He was so sweet and kind.

I don't know if this is different. Friends? Boyfriend-Girlfriend? I think it's too early for that. I'll just stick with friends.

Harry grunts and sits up on the bed next to me. I turn to look at him, and ask what he wants to do for breakfast.

"Ummm..." he hums, "I don't know."

"Okay. Can I go shower?" I ask even though I know the answer.

"Yeah. You know where the bathroom is, and fresh towels are in the cabinet in the bathroom. I pick out your clothes." He says cheerfully. I think it's kind of weird he wants to pick out my outfit, but I just let it slip out of my mind. "Hey Reine?"

"Yeah?" I shout from the bathroom.

"You can put your dirty clothes in the hamper in there, and I'll wash them with my stuff."

"Are you sure?" I ask through the door while undressing, waiting for the water to get hot.

"Yup."

****

Little droplets of water run down my back and my face as I walk through the hallways of Harry's flat. I find him on the sofa, scrolling through his phone.

"Hey," I say softly.

He sort of jumps when I speak. "Hey."

"So food?" He asks.

"I don't know. Whatever is good with me. I'll eat anything."

"Mkay." He mumbles. "Your clothes are on the bed in my room."

I quietly thank him and return to his room. I see he has picked out a pretty dark red dress. It has small white anchors all over it. The dress fits well for my figure. I put on my undergarments and then the dress. There is a zipper on the side I struggle to pull up for a minute. The dress goes down to about mid thigh. I look in the mirror in the closet, and I like what I see. I actually feel like I look presentable.

I go into the the bathroom and apply a little bit of mascara and eyeliner to each eye, and a small amount of shiny lip gloss to finish.

I brush through my hair, and keep it down. It's passed my shoulders now. I want to get a straightener, but I won't push my luck. I really just need Harry to like me, and not kick me out. I think I'm doing well. I mean... He kissed me, and this morning he called me Babe. I was weirdly okay with that.

"Reine, can you come out here please?"

"Um yeah. One sec..."

"Reine... now..."

I walked into the living area to see Harry on his knees. I glanced up.

Liam stood there. Gun in hand. The gun was pointed at Harry. I couldn't breathe.

"Reine... It's so wonderful to see you again. Don't worry, baby. This time I'll make sure no one can take you."

"Take me? That's exactly what you did!" I screamed. " Harry saved me. FROM YOU, YOU BASTARD!"

Liam looked hurt. The gun lowered because he was stunned by what I had said. Harry immediately sprung at Liam from his place on the floor.

I turned and fell on the ground. I curled into a ball, and I started to cry. Tears kept flowing and flowing as Harry kicked the shit out of Liam. Again and again, Harry punched him in the jaw and stomach. He kicked his chest, and gave a blow to the bards. Liam grimaced in pain. Harry dragged Liam's limp body into the hallway and to the elevator.

He came back with blood on his knuckles and on the toes of his worn black boots. I started to scream. I wanted to get away from all of this. I needed to get away from this.

I wanted to die.