Footsteps || h.s.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Scarlet's POV

I've been locked up here for days. Weeks, even. Maybe even a month. I wouldn't be sure, as I haven't gotten any communication with the outside world, apart from when I called Harry, which was soon ended with a slap and a threaten.

I shook viciously in the corner of this bedroom. The stone cold tiles matched equally with Cameron's stone cold heart. I was hurting everywhere. I couldn't escape. Heck, I could be here my whole life.

My eyes were glued open wide, because I felt that if I shut them, the next thing I know, I could be knocked out cold on the ground.

Cameron was nowhere to be seen. He was probably out somewhere, getting drunk, doing drugs or getting laid - either way, I was sure that's what he was up to.

I shakily stood up from the corner I had been sitting in for the last three hours, and made my way over to the impossible-to-break window.

I stared out at the gleaming night sky, wishing I was in it. Dancing stars instantly shooting in different directions stood out at me.

As I looked down, I swore I saw Harry staring back at me. I knew it was my imagination. I knew it was.

A flying stone caught my eye as it hit the glass viciously in front of me, letting the glass crack a little.

The sudden movement made me jump, as another and another stone got thrown in my direction. Soon enough, the window cracked open, allowing me to break the rest with a book that lay on my nightstand.

I looked down at who I thought was a stranger throwing rocks at my window.

But with hope and faith, it turned out to be the boy of my dreams.

"H-Harry?" I said, my voice cracking.

"Scar! We found you!" he shouted. I pressed my index finger up to my lips, signalling for him to be quiet.

I looked around the open window and the locked bedroom, before I looked back at Harry with a small smile.

"Baby, jump!" he whisper/shouted.

I couldn't. I was hurting. I was frozen.

"I- I can't" I rejected.

Harry looked confused, "Of course you can, baby. I'll catch you"

Harry stood under the night sky with his arms wide open.

I thought back to the airport.

'You come with me and stay with me, or go with him and get him killed'

I was shaking all over. Would he really kill Harry?

"Scarlet, jump"

I looked back down at Harry.

I deserved to die - he did not.

"I can't Harry. He said he'll kill you if-"

"He's not killing no one" Harry cut me off, "C'mon, sweetheart"

I gulped, thinking it over before I nodded hastily.

My legs shakily dangled over the five story drop, my fingers gripping onto the windowsill. Before I knew it, I was falling, falling, falling. I expected a hard, cruel ending. But instead, it was soft and gentle.

"Hello, gorgeous"

I looked up to see Harry smiling down on me. His green eyes sparkled over the stars and his dimples were stuck on his face.

He put me down and his arms went around my waist.

I saw Harry begin to lean in. I shook all over. I didn't want to go back to the past. I loved Harry.

'You love him' I thought, 'You can do it'

But my problem was, I couldn't.

I turned my head away as his lips brushed against mine. It sent a bolt of lightning through me but I couldn't kiss back.

Harry sent me a confused look.

I shook my head, "Lets just get out of here"

Harry looked hurt for a minute, but he soon nodded and lead me quickly to his car.

We got in, and I saw Liam sitting in the drivers' seat, and Louis in the passenger seat.

"Scarlet!" They exclaimed as Harry and I sat in the backseat.

I looked at them hesitantly.

"Hit the gas Liam. I can't risk anything else" Harry told him, before we zoomed off.

I felt Harry's eyes dig into the back of my head as I stared out the window.

"Scarlet..." I heard him whisper.

I turned, meeting his melting pool of emerald eyes.

I flinched as Harry's fingers stroked circles on my thighs.

"What's wrong?" he asked concerned and confused.

I was shaking, I just realised. Harry's eyes were flashing signs of hurt, pain, sadness and confusion.

"What do you expect me to be like Harry! I'm hurting... Everywhere..." I snapped at him.

Harry looked surprised at my sudden outburst, but his head snuggled into the crook of my neck, his curls tickling my cheeks, "I don't expect you to love me anymore"

I gasped quietly at his words.

"What do you mean? Of course I love you, Harry!" I fought against him.

His head rose from the crook of my neck, and I felt suddenly naked without his touch, but I soon felt his arm slither around my back.

"Really? Because I don't know what that bastard did to you" he told me, "And I have a feeling that if I knew, somebody's going to die"

I gulped, turning to fully face Harry. His face was paler than usual, his lips lost their pink - and I slowly noticed his sparkling eyes fading. He was thinking. And I knew what he was thinking.

"What did he do to you, Scarlet..." Harry growled, the question coming more out like a command.

I shook violently, thinking back to the worst days I've ever spent.

I didn't know how to answer Harry. I couldn't. The lump in my throat was uncontrollable. I couldn't cry, even if I tried. All the tears were washed out of me when I was living in hell.

"H-he..." I begun to answer. How would I tell him?

Harry motioned for me to go on.

I just blurted it out to Harry. I told him how Cameron had hit me numerous times, and I had fresh scars to prove it. How he had tied me to the bed several times and shoved himself into me. How he cut me with a knife. How he bruised me.

How he mentally scarred me.

All over again.

I watched Harry's eyes go dull, his fists curling into tight balls. His jaw clenched.

Liam and Louis were trying their best not to talk nor listen as I sobbed silently, without tears streaming down my face.

"That fucking devil..." Harry whispered. I hated when Harry cussed this way in front of me.

"Harry..." I whined softly.

"Sorry... I just..." he sighed.

The way he looked at me with innocent eyes, and the way his lip was taken between his teeth made me feel like I need him. I wanted Harry with me at all times.

I hesitantly leaned up toward his lips, placing a hand on his chest. We rested out foreheads against each other's for a few minutes.

"Scarlet, please remove your face from mine" Harry told me.

My heart sank, "Why?"

Harry sucked in a sharp breath.

"Because if you don't, I'll probably end up kissing the living hell out of you"