Dangerously {h.s.}

Six

Once I knew that Harry was gone, I ran into one of the rooms that were open, instantly shutting and locking the door behind me. I searched the wall for a switch to turn on the lights. After my hand was searching the wall for ten seconds, I found it.

The room was filled with maroon and velvet furniture. It was truly stunning, but I needed to catch my breath before I lost it to a beautiful sight. I ran over to something that looked like a vanity to look at myself. I sat on the stool in front of it to have a closer look.

The first thing I saw were my glossy eyes that had obviously just shed tears. My face was flushed with some spots of red. I hadn't noticed until I saw my jaw. My neck was horrible. It was already brown from the choking and it had bruises all over it. I knew they would turn purple within the next 24 hours.

Than everything hit me. I was kidnapped by a bipolar man who can be adorable and flirty the first second, and a devil with muscles the next. For all I know, he could be planning on killing me and taking my identity. That's when my eyes started to completely water. I gently touched a part of my neck that was bruised and I shivered at the small sting from it. It was like looking in a mirror and seeing a completely different person. My blonde hair looked slightly darker than usual. My blue eyes actually looked like an ocean nowwith all the water in them. My skin had shifted from tan to pale. Lastly my bare neck, was now covered in brownish-purple marks.

I didn't want to look at myself any longer. I pulled my hands to my eyes and clutched my face in my hands. I pulled the sweatshirt I had on, over my head slightly. I let out a scream cry and fell out of the stool at the vanity and onto my shins and knees, sobbing into them now. I cried out screams and I didn't have the strength to get off the floor. So I stayed there. For a good hour, crying and crying, realizing this is the first time I've been alone for hours.

I cried myself to sleep that night and didn't want to wake up on the hard floor, but I did. I knew my makeup would be completely gone after all the tears that I shed last night, even the water-proof things, they'd be gone too. I looked to my right and saw a note, or more of a checklist.

1. Get ready, dress comfy, yet casual.
2. Do your personal hygiene things in the bathroom across the hall.
3. Wash hands.
4. Go downstairs to the kitchen (kitchen only!) and make Harry and yourself breakfast.
5. Eat with Harry at the dining table until he is finished.
6. Do not bug Harry as he does work in his office, which is a closed door

With the list in hand, I walk into the living room where I was last night with Louis and Briana. I made sure to not run into Harry to avoid his brutality for as long as I could. I grabbed my bags and ran upstairs. I shut the door quietly behind me and lifted my sweatshirt above my head and my leggings were stripped a long with my underwear. I quickly put on some new underwear.

I put on dark, navy blue jeans and slightly rolled them to above my ankles. I put on a flowy, white tank top with a forest green, light jacket on my shoulders and arms. Next I slid on some light brown, short boots with a small heel.

I walk over to the bathroom from across the hall and am instantly greeted by the marks on my neck by the mirror on the wall. I could feel my eyes becoming glossy again and I wouldn't let myself cry. I needed to pull myself together and show Harry that he didn't have an effect on me, even though I knew he did. I grabbed my toothbrush and put toothpaste on it to forget about the wounds on my body.

I brushed them long and thoroughly. I put on a light amount of makeup, even though I brought a lot. I think the only reason I didn't put on foundation is to try and guilt harry to feel bad for choking me. I put on light concealer on my under eyes, mascara, and my classic red lip stick.

I wash my hands before walking through the hall in the top floor I was on. I looked down the hall and to the other hallway that wasn't connected to this side of the house. I couldn't tell how many doors there were, but maybe when Harry is working, I can go and see.

I walk down the stairs quietly and turn to see Harry sitting on a couch in a different living room. His torso was wearing a tux top and the bottom, he wore black skinny jeans. His face just reminded me of last night and I froze. I could feel tears and I slowly and quietly walked backwards. Once I got to the part where I needed to turn, I turned too early and hit the wall, causing a loud echo around the house.

The noises caused Harry's head to turn to me. He saw my scared face and got up from the couch. I knew he already saw me and I couldn't leave now so I made my way to the kitchen. He sat back down, ignoring my presence. I walked over to the large fridge and opened it, revealing it to be completely filled with a bunch of food. I decided to grab the eggs and bacon. I searched through the cabinets and found bread and butter. I cooked all the food within 15 minutes, making scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast.

I set them at the dining table and looked to the back of Harry, who was deep into a documentary on the biggest mafia in the world at the moment. Weirdly it was in London and the woman talking about it said they were very secretive and they barely have any information on them.

Harry finally turned off the TV and rolled his eyes with a chuckle, before getting on his phone.