Orphan

Chapter 29

The worst part about waking up in this house are the moments you dream you’re back home and you’re cruelly awakened by a doomed reality. Harry’s arm was draped loosely around my waist, I needed to get up. I didn’t know how to handle all this. I sighed quietly to myself and scooched off the bed, but I was tugged back slightly. “Don’t.” His raspy morning voice as weak as it was; took over the room. I stayed quiet and laid back down, “Sorry.” I frowned after a while of silence. “Harry?”

“Urgh...What?” He groaned, clearly annoyed at my mention of his name. “Can we- I talk to you about yesterday?” I asked hesitantly turning around to face him. His eyes remained shut as his eyebrows furrowed. “Yesterday? Yesterday is gone. Move on.” His voice was like a knife in my side. “So we’re just gonna ignore the fact that we almost…that we almost kissed.”

“Who cares. We almost nothing, its not like it’s the first time this is happening just drop it.”

“-But.”

“-But nothing, this is a kiss and a kiss means nothing!” he scolded before roughly placing his lips on mine, my eyes went wide and before any of us realized what was happening, he pulled away. “I’m gonna take a shower.” He said quietly as he stood up and headed to the bathroom. I couldn’t bring myself to speak, I guess my mind was in shock. What the hell is going on here? “I'm just going to the outside for a bit. Is that okay?” I asked with a frown, he didn’t answer. “Harry?”

“Just go!” he yelled from behind the bathroom door, I rolled my eyes, his temper was getting old. “Whatever, fuck it.” I groaned to myself, “What was that?” the water from the shower stopped and I kept quiet. “Nothing.” I sighed walking out and putting on a jacket. “Good morning. You got home late last night.” Niall’s voice broke through the silence, I turned to meet his dominating stare. “Yeah, you went to bed early is all.” I turned to walk out the door before any further conversation could erupt. “Are you okay?” he asked before I could reach the door, “I’m fine.”

“So he didn’t hurt you when you left?” he asked and I became angry and confused at the same time. “Why do you suddenly care?” I couldn’t bring myself to understand. “I’m just checking up you seem to be handling this whole thing…”

“…I’m handling this quite fine. Just leave it at that.” I sighed walking outside and closing the door. The sun’s rays were warm and soothing. For a while I just sat there holding onto my knees, watching the dew covered leaves drop to the ground as the gentle breeze moved them across the plot.

Soon they’d all Be awake and I’d have to go through the whole process all over again. I was getting used to this, as horrible as I always felt. It was becoming the norm. My eyes started to droop, I could feel the weight of it all bearing down on me like a bag of cement. I closed my eyes lazily as the heat stretched across my skin while the day aged slowly. “The shower is all yours.” I tensed up at the hearing of his voice from behind me. Not moving an inch murmured in agreement. “You going or not?” he asked with a cruel snap in his tone, I sighed holding onto my knees tightly as I buried my head into my arms. “I promise I’ll go now, I just want a few more seconds.” I managed to choke out as my voice became as weak as I was.

I felt an arm wrap around my tensed body before I was lifted from my half-comfortable seat. My breathing speed heavily increased as my head made contact with his chest and I could hear the slow and steady rate of his heart beating. “Harry I’m sorry, I’ll go and shower now please just put me dow-n.” I frowned placing my hands over my eyes like a whimpering child, I couldn’t handle another beating. Not now. “Shush.” He merely stated as his chest vibrated against me. I did all I could to fight back the hiccupping mess of tears wrestling to get through my eyes, but I couldn’t stop myself. I cried softly, wiping my eyes with the palm of my hand and sleeve. “Stop crying.” He muttered clearly irritated by my constant sniveling. I did my best to keep quiet, even though it wasn’t working. He made his way up the stairs and I heard the bedroom door shut. As the loud bang of the door rang through my body I felt my heart drop.

He put my involuntarily shaking body on his bed and stood firmly with his arms crossed. “Please stop your crying.” He asked more calmly now. I frowned nodding slowly, trying to slow down my breathing.

“You should get in the shower now.” He mumbled running a hand through his hair with a small sigh as he got out some clothes for me. I nodded getting up from the bed and walking to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. “Leave it open.” Harry’s voice sliced through the room and my body trembled at the words. “Okay.” I frowned undressing myself and starting the shower as I opened the door stepping into the steaming hot water. It felt good. Within a minute I heard the door shutting and through the foggy glass doors of the shower I recognized Harry’s form. I mentally prepared myself for what was next to arrive.

I closed my eyes as I heard the shower door open and I tried to keep my composure. His hand took hold of my wrist and turned my body to face him, “Open your eyes.” He sighed taking a cloth and washing my body, I jumped back slightly. He pulled me back into place. I stared at him briskly while he washed me as if I didn’t know how. What was this? Did he think I was dirty? “D-Do I smell?” I asked cautiously looking him dead In the eye. He momentarily chuckled shaking his head. “Not at all.”

I nodded. I didn’t wanna risk asking too many questions. I dried my wet hair with my hands wringing out the excess water accidentally wetting Harry in the process. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to.” I frowned as he stood up straight removing the slightly wet shirt and stepped out of his clothing. I blinked at his actions as I stared at him warily. He was just in here why would he wash again? I knew what was going to happen. He got into the shower closing the door, I froze. “Relax.” His voice rasped as he placed the cloth in my hand and put my hand to his chest. What was happening here?

He stared into my eyes forcing me to look back. The awkwardness present was clear. I started to rub the cloth across his chest cautiously. He was trying something. I just didn’t know what. “You need to chill.” He mumbled placing his hand on my lower back. I felt the tears well up in my eyes as I prepared myself again. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at me. I watched blurry-eyed as he leant closer, placing his other hand on the back of my neck before placing his lips gently to mine. I was confused and uncomfortable but there was nothing I could do now.

I kissed him back for quite some time before he lifted me up and walked me to the room placing me on the bed. All I could think of was get it done. “Do you want to?” He pulled away and stared down at me, I was taken aback by the question. “Huh?” I asked slowly. “Do you want to do this?” he repeated nodding his head at our pressed bodies. I stared down at his steady length. He was either going to be really uncomfortable if I said no, or there would be a terrible tension. If I said yes I’d have to have sex with my kidnapper and rapist once again. “Hey, do you want to do this?” he repeated his question once more, almost anxious to the answer, but sensitive to my feelings at the same time. I breathed in deeply staring into his face once more.