Precious (h.s) DISCONTINUED

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(Edited: 09/26/2020)

I woke up in a strange room, decorated as if it were for a child. The walls were a pastel pink and the bed had a canopy draped over it. I raised my hand to my face to rub my eyes, still groggy. Where am I?

I feel panic wash over me and I shout out.

"Hello?" I let out, hoping someone will hear me.

I'm very confused at this point, I remember leaving with Harry, but this doesn't look like his apartment? I've been there before.

I'm startled when, after about 5 minutes, The cream-colored door slowly opens. I furrow my brows as I see a familiar face walk into the room, eyebrows knitted together like mine.

"H-Harry?" I stutter out

"Hello, doll." He says, softly cooing as he moves toward me.

"what's going on?" I say softly as he sits on the edge of the bed.

"What do you mean? you said you wanted to get away, so I brought you here." He says, his eyes drifting to meet mine.

"Sorry, I was just confused.." I mutter out, my gaze dropping to my hands.

He gives me a soft smile before leaning closer to me.

"You're safe with me." He whispers, grasping my hand in his much larger one.

I nod softly, taking in the scenery of the room around me.

It's a bit odd, but I don't question it. This room looks as if it belongs to a child, toys are sitting on the shelves along with children's books and things of the sort. It seems a bit weird, but for now I'm not going to question it, because I'm safe and I trust Harry.

"Okay." I whisper back.