I'll Protect Her |H.S| *On Hold*

Chapter 11

"Say ahhhh" Louis said as he put his little instrument thingy in my mouth.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh" I said looking around, avoiding glancing at his scary rubber gloves and instruments.

"Now, you're fine." He said looking around inside my mouth, he set the thingy down and set his hands on his hips. "Perfect. Healthy. Beautiful." Louis gave a wink and a cheeky grin at the last word. Causing me to giggle.

"Okay, well, no reason for you to hang around then." Harry cut in. Jeez what was his problem? I mean I was thankful that was the last of Louis' many tests but that's not how you should say goodbye to your friends.

"It's only me mate, I won't try anything. So don't go all protective on my ass." Louis sarcastically joked, which gained a laugh from Liam and a scoff from Harry.

Louis pulled off his rubber gloves and packed away his doctor thingys.

"Are you a doctor?" I asked Louis quietly, as Harry and Liam were in conversation.

"No." Louis answered with a chuckle and a smile tugged at his lips.

"Then, are you qualified?" I questioned, suddenly more on edge than before.

"Yes of coarse I am." He said with a confused look. Suddenly his faced softened as if he realised something.

"I used to be a paramedic." He whispered, leaning down into my ear.

I starred at him for a moment until I snapped my head in the direction of the sudden noise. Harry had cleared his throat and was standing at the front door, tapping his foot, arms folded across his chest.

"Okay, okay, we're leaving." Louis said while chuckling and putting his hands up in surrender.

Liam waved goodbye to me and it instantly made me smile. I liked Liam, he was so sweet and caring.

I needed to spend a bit more time with Louis to really find out what kind of a guy he is. But from what I've seen it seems like he has a good heart.

Unlike Harry. The little dick prick, cuffing me to the bed like that. How dare he, that's beyond disrespectful. However I couldn't get the gentleness he had used last night out of my head. He touched me as if he was handling very expensive china. He made me feel safe when he wrapped his arms around me. I couldn't explain it. It was frustrating me, immensely.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the soft click of the door closing. Great I was alone with the bipolar lunatic again.

He held his head down and didn't say anything for a few moments. My eyes surrendered, they gave up to the fight of trying to tear my gaze away from him. So I continued to stare.

He lifted his head with a smug looking grin on his face.

"I've got it." He announced.

He walked upstairs, to the left wing of the house. I followed him, like a lost puppy. We arrived in front of a door on the third floor. I now realised how big the house really was. In fact it wasn't a house, it was a mansion.

Harry took a set of keys from his back pocket, he fumbled with the lock until a click was heard. Harry turned back around to me with a smirk.

"Prepare to be amazed." He said cockily.

I gave no reaction, keeping my dull, neutral, bored expression.

He opened the door wide, but just before I could take in what was in front of me. Harry clamped one of his hands over my eyes. He was behind me and slightly pressed himself up against me, signalling me to walk.

I let Harry guide me into the mystery room. Still blinded by his hand. We stopped walking and I suddenly felt a whisper in my ear.

"Are you ready?" Harry whispered, his lips grazing my ear from being too close.

I slowly nodded, unsure if I actually did want to see. What if it was a torture room or something, or a room full of dead bodies and weaponry I mean he's that crazy, it wouldn't surprise me.

He removed his hand from my face, my vision was slightly blurred until I could properly see what it was that would 'amaze' me.

I drew in a breathe as I stood there in astonishment, taking in every inch of it.