Malignant [h.s]

Forty Seven

I stand in the kitchen, frying up eggs for Harry and I. The eggs aren't burnt yet so that's a plus, but I'm not done with them yet so we'll see.

I stand in Harry's black t-shirt and my black spandex, leaning on one hip as I cook the eggs delicately. My mind floods with the intimate experience I shared with him only hours ago. Immediately after he made me a tea and I actually passed out for a little bit. I woke up and he was in his office so I thought I would just make us something small to eat.

He was very kind to me right after everything but I really hope he doesn't flip and go back to his usual obnoxious self. I don't know if I will handle it if he goes back to the threats and punishments.

I know he kidnapped me- and I know I need to still follow his rules, but I'm hoping that maybe after this he will calm down a little bit and make it a little more bearable to live with him. My mind keeps telling me that I shouldn't have let him do what he did to me, but overall I don't care. I'm only human.

Oh my god. The eggs are done and their not burnt. I quickly grab two plates and line them up next to the stove before sliding them off the pan. Wow I've never been so proud of myself then this moment.

"Woah I didn't know you were cooking. Usually the smoke detector tells me when you're in the kitchen." I hear Harry's smug voice from behind me.

I turn my head and look at him leaning his shirtless body against the steel fridge.

"Look at these beautiful eggs I made." I ignore his snide remark.

He walks towards me and looks over my shoulder at the two eggs sitting on the plates. He chuckles under his breath, breathing down my neck.

"They are very nice looking eggs." He feeds into my excitement.

I grab a plate and and it to him. He retrieves it from my hand but immediately puts it back down on the counter. I look at him questionable while leaning my back against the counter top.

"I want to show you something." He whispers millimetres away from me; his voice soft and fragile. I raise my brow and look at him questionably.

"Show me what?" I ask in curiosity.

"You'll see." He answers before grabbing my hand, pulling me away from the counter and leading me out of the kitchen. My pulse picks up speed a little as he leads me through the living room and up the stairs. Where can he possibly be taking me?

His jagged muscles draw down his back and is accompanied by his long silver chain and pendant. I've come to realize that the necklace is always backwards. He pulls me up onto the second floor and walks down the hallway, stopping right in front of his office door.

He turns to me and grabs both of my hands with a half smile forming on his lips.

"You trusted me. So I'm going to trust you." His voice breaks the silence as he holds my hands in his own. I looks at him questionably until the realization hits.

He's going to show me his office.

"Oh Harry... it's okay you don't have to." I say in nervousness. I know I've been wanting to see what's in there since day one, but now that he actually wants to show me I feel a bit scared.

What if it's a bunch of dead bodies or hundreds of weapons. I don't want to be scared by the secrets he's been keeping behind that door.