Misery

Chapter 6

Harry's POV:

I paced back and forth in front of her door, hearing her small voice after some time of silence.

"Goodnight, sir."

Did she know I was standing there... or maybe it was to the camera? Either way, she knew of my presence. I sighed as I finally walked down the hall, passing by the generations of men before me that were displayed on the walls. My feet suddenly stopped that the sight of Zayn, making a fire burn inside of me. A fire that I never really understood. I walked behind him till I saw him turn to face me. I acted on impulse as I grabbed the sides of his outer jacket, then I slammed him hard on the wall beside the portrait of my great-grandfather. "You think you have the audacity to share private information with her?" I growled, keeping him where he was.

"You didn't tell us that you grabbed her off the street." He shoved me back and away from him, making me scowl at him. "I owed her something, which you clearly don't understand... Master." He said that last part sarcastically, making my blood boil.

"What I keep from you is my business. Need I remind you that you are a part of my staff? I can have you out of here in a second." I threatened, looking dead into his eyes.

Zayn scowled me, taking a step closer. "You won't have me out... because if you do, I can tell the police about your little kidnapping. You said that he gave her to you, not that she was sold to you. You lied to us so we wouldn't rat on you." He sneered, with it taking everything inside of me not to rip out his insides.

"Malik, you had better check yourself. Do you want to keep your home? I suggest you keep your mouth shut... or I will end you." I growled, making him glare back at me.

"Fine. I won't tell her anything." He said, looking at me.

"Good." I growled, looking in his eyes. "Now get out of my house."

His eyes locked with mine and all I wanted to do was rip him apart, then suddenly a near pair of steps hurried toward us.

"Master, enough." I looked to see Hans, making me sigh a little.

"Go back to bed, old man." I grumbled, walking past them both toward my room, trusting that Zayn would have the sense to leave before he'd end up in the hospital. I stormed into my room, shutting the door behind me. I walked to my closet, taking off my outer jacket from dinner, and then I yanked a hanger off the rack before I heard my door open again.

"Master... you can't make public displays like that. You know she can hear and see and ruin this whole thing completely." Hans said as he shut the door behind him, making me groan.

"Did I say you could come in?" I grumbled as I hung the jacket, then I kicked off my shoes.

"I don't really think I care at the moment, sir." Hans said, making me turn to face him.

"Excuse me? Last time I checked, you work for me. It seems everyone here is going crazy because of ONE girl. One girl and suddenly you all forget your place. You wouldn't have this roof over your head if it wasn't for me." I scowled.

"And last time I checked, I knew I had the option to leave. May I remind you that I was in this house before you were even a thought." He said, making me freeze. I stood still as he continued. "I was raised in this house, washing dishes for your grandfather, then your father... your father was my friend and he begged me to watch over you on his deathbed. I stay here because of the promise I made. Not because you think you put the roof over my head! You have been nothing but an ungrateful child." He said, making me look at him with resentment.

"A child? I am not a child!" I growled.

"You're not a man either. I don't even know what you've become. Since the accident-" He said, but I had to stop him.