Hide & Clap (Harry Styles)

Chapter Five

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Chapter Five

•Paige's POV•

My eyes slowly opening as I heard heavy breathings behind me. I had a really good dream about my fucked up life. We were laying on a soft cloud, our smiles had almost reached our ears as we talked about our happy lives.

One day, I'll lay down, and think of the endless possibilities.

But right now, I'm surrounded by creatures. And by creatures, I meant Harry. The name "Harry" is not really a good example for a monster. It had sounded common and normal for a young man.

I looked at him, and noticed that his eyes were closed—indicating that he must've been sleeping while I was unconscious. My stomach still hurt from the events taken earlier. It had felt like every part of my body has a needle that when you try to move, you'll groan in pain. But I wanted to escape. I need to escape and pretend that nothing ever happened. That this was all a dream.

A nightmare, that is.

I slowly got up. Not wanting Harry to wake up and frighten me again. I walked silently yet quickly towards the dim light—which was the exit from this bad dream. I had been wondering why I'm not starving to death yet. It felt like I hadn't eaten since yesterday but I couldn't feel the hunger. As I successfully exited the cave, I instantly felt the cold draft of the fresh air. I swiftly turned around, and had seen two pair of red eyes staring at me.

That's when I had decided to run.

The half of Harry's demonic face was almost skeletal. It was really horrifying to look at it, even though, it was dark inside the cave.

When I saw the streets, it was covered with snow. How the fuck did winter came!? Autumn had just came for like, two days ago and now it's winter? How did that happen?

"I was only gone for a couple of hours and then—" I couldn't finish my sentence anymore. I just ran to search for my house.

Escaping from that cave hadn't felt good yet. I was nervous in an unexplained way. It felt like my soul was still lying on the ground and I couldn't think straight. It's all so surreal and it seemed like a dream.

I saw a familiar lawn and I knew I was home. Home sweet home at last.

I quickly ran towards the door, and grabbed the key under the mat. I was finally home. As I entered my house, I slammed the door shut. Leaning back against it, I saw a familiar face.

"Harry?" I gasped in shock. He was sitting on the couch with his other feet resting against his knee. It had looked like he arrived three hours ago due to his impatient expression.

"This ain't Harry." He whispered, slowly moving his face to look at me with his terrifying white eyes. I swear to God nothing scared me more than that.

"W—What are y—you doing h—here?" I asked in a statement tone. He chuckled, blood streaming down his cheeks as it came down from his eyes.

"You worthless little bitch!" He whispered/growled through gritted teeth. "Your fucking parents moved out of this place a month ago, Paige." He said, standing up.

I couldn't believe it. A month ago? I was only gone for ten fucking hours!

He evilly laughed, walking around me as he played with the strands of my hair. "He's back," He whispered those two words over and over until I slapped him on his cheek. He acted like nothing happened, and my palm hurts like hell.

His eyes returned to normal again, and I could see his face healing—hiding the bruises and scars. He returned back to his old self.

"What the fuck are you doing out here?!" He yelled, pushing me aggressively.

"Me?! You're the one who came here first! I didn't even know that Autumn ended!" I raised my voice as well. I had enough of this bullshit. I'm tired of being scared of him. Sure, I am still afraid of him. But I don't want to, anymore.

"You're. Mine!" He declared as he held my hand. I screamed in pain as his hand burned mine. He's burning hot for fuck sakes!

"Don't. Fucking. Touch me!" I screamed, as I held my own hand to minimize the pain.

"Oh, so you're fighting back now?" He asked. The red veins of his eyes lit up and my lips parted in fear.

"I'm sorry, please don't hurt me." I apologized as quick as possible to prevent from getting hurt again. I diverted my gaze to my feet, stepping away from the tall, monstrous man.

He laughed, taking a step closer to me. "I fucking love it when you beg for me." He whispered in my ear as his flaming hot lips touched the skin of my neck. "You sound so innocent," He said as his burning fingertips lifted my shirt up a little to touch the skin of my back. It feels so hot that I couldn't breathe anymore.

"Remember this, baby." He spoke as a chill went down through my spine. "You can never run away from me. . ." He stated. "Because I fucking own your soul, and your body for eternity." He whispered before my vision went black.

I heard sirens of police vehicles and sirens of an ambulance. I couldn't move an inch, but I was awake. I couldn't feel anything, but I was awake. I was paralyzed by a man named Harry.

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"Hey Paige! Let's go to the woods and see what's up!"

"But Hailey, my mother won't let me."

"Oh please, I'm your best friend! And besides, fifteen year old girls like us deserves a tree house!"

I had woken up by the beeping sound beside me. I could feel that something had been attached to the back of my hand.

Dextrose.

I heard an angelic voice calling my name as I felt a cold hand touching my arm. It had made me open my eyes in an instant.

"Oh, honey!" The woman breathed as she hugged me. I realized who this woman was when everything became clear.

She's my mother.

"What happened?" I asked with a raspy voice. Everything was such a blur and I couldn't think everything through. Questions in my head had remained unanswered as I saw my father hugging me.

"You're awake," She inhaled. My mother looks flawless the last time I had seen her before I had woken up. Now, she looks like a wreck. Her wrinkles and the bags under here eyes were visible. My father had looked like he aged three years.

What happened?

"A year ago, the police heard your screams at our old house in the middle of the night. And when they found you, you were covered with bruises and blood. The doctor told us you had a coma, and might have an amnesia because there was a possibility that you hardly fell down and the brain had the impact. Do you remember anything, sweetie? Are you alright?" She asked, slight worry on her face.

A year ago? Coma? Everything was so confusing that it made me stay silent for awhile. My brain isn't functioning well, though. Because the last thing I could remember, is when we moved into a subdivision near the woods at the age of fifteen. All I could manage to say was, "How old am I?"

Mom and dad looked at each other and sighed. They already knew what had happened. But I didn't.

"You're nineteen, Paige." Dad informed with a warm smile.

Nineteen?!

"What?" I gasped.

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