Promise

Twenty-Three

For the past couple weeks Harry hasn't left my side. He has barely let anyone come to the house, he mainly does business over the phone now. If he needs to do anything important he will sit on the opposite side of the room and talk quietly into the phone so he can still watch me. And if there is a case where someone does come over, he keeps me right beside him, literally. 

It feels nice having him there but it is getting to be a bit much. I'm sure he is just worried about me but I hit rock bottom. I have never been so lost before so maybe he should be worried about me. 

I have never thought that I would have tried to do that to myself, but I did. 

Harry was doing everything he could to try to make me feel better, and it has been one of the sweetest gestures of my life. 

He was currently on the phone on the other side of the room, looking stressed. 

It's weird. I am a kidnapped girl who supposedly has a dangerous family, and I have no idea why it involves me. But yet, in this moment, looking at Harry I don't feel as scared anymore. I should be terrified, but having him with me all of last week has helped bring me back more than anything else could have. 

I watched as Harry pulled on the ends of his hair as he spoke harshly on the phone. I should be afraid, but I'm not. I try to tell myself that I'm crazy, but my heart won't believe it. 

As his eyes made contact with mine, they softened. After that he seemed to end the call on his phone quickly before making his way over to me. 

"I think we have been locked up in this house for too long, what do you think about going out tonight? Just you and me, what do you say? Would you like that?" Harry said while towering over me as I sat on the couch. 

"Yes!" I said a little too excitedly. He grinned down at me before grabbing my hands and pulling me off of the couch. 

"Okay Rose, go get ready. I'll leave you be for a few hours if you promise me that you'll be good." 

I quickly nodded my head before running off upstairs to get ready. I don't know where he plans on taking me but I don't care. I desperately want to get out of here. And I am glad it is only with Harry. I have never really had a problem with the others until the day that I was dragged away by them. That made me feel like they had no problem just handing me off to someone that I didn't know, and since Harry keeps saying that people are after me that really scared me. 

I smiled to myself in the mirror. This has been the first time that I genuinely held a smile on my face. 

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"Hey are you-" Harry said as he was about to walk into the bathroom. 

"Uh, yeah! I'll be out in a minute!" I yelled out before he could come in. 

"Okay, meet me in the hallway!" He yelled back before leaving the bedroom. 

I looked at myself one last time before making my way out to Harry. I hope I look okay, I don't really know where we are going. I hope Harry thinks I look okay. 

I'm not sure why, but the thought of looking good for Harry kept sneaking into my brain. I shouldn't care what Harry thinks, I shouldn't be so happy to go out with him tonight. 

"Wow, Rosalee, you look amazing..." He trailed off as I walked out into the hallway to meet him. I  looked away from his stare, as I felt myself blushing. Gosh, why am I blushing. 

Harry grabbed a hold of my hand as he led me outside to his Range Rover. I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks again as he held the car door open for me. Why am I reacting to his actions like this?