Gardens Of Eden (A Harry Styles Story)

36. In Your Hands

-Desperate thoughts become you. They accuse you, even seduce you. They humiliate and taunt you. And you entertain them, still.' -Unknown

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This was not the plan. 

Not how it was supposed to go!!

She's a slut- a deceiving whore.

He doesn't know how good at it she is. He's falling for all of it.

Papers flew off a desk, and a hand slammed down hard.

He needed to find her. Teach her. This was not acceptable.

On the computer, the blank search engine taunted him... no amount of typing could tell him where she'd gone when she slipped away. Despite her injuries, he could find no record of her being checked into a hospital, and she hadn't gone back to his house. She had disappeared, taking with her some damning memories and a permanent fraction of his patience.

He wasn't out of options, but he knew he had to be careful. 

Fortunately for him, he knew who would be able to give him the info he wanted. The same person who'd had Harry's home address in his incoming messages. 

It was time to pay Mr. Roth one last visit.

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My time with Harry's family was proving to be as enjoyable as he'd promised. Friday ended with a game of Monopoly that Gemma won- because Harry fell asleep on the living room floor, and Saturday saw Anne, Gemma, Harry and I driving through the vast countryside outskirting Holmes Chapel. We went to Beeston Castle and then had a late lunch in Winsford, before eventually starting the drive back.

Bumping along country roads, the wind had picked up, and I felt Harry's fingers brush my thigh. Gemma was in the front seat, speculating with Anne on if it would end up storming, and with their attention diverted, Harry was making a game out of attracting mine.

He crossed his arms, acting innocent as I felt his eyes on me. Our knees were already almost touching in the compact car and he leaned towards me to poke me with his hidden hand.

"Do not make me come over there..." I mumbled, voice drowned out by the radio

"I'm sorry, do not make you come...?" His voice trailed off, feigning confusion as my jaw dropped a little in surprise. When he set his bright eyes on me, his face cracked into a wide smile, which he turned away to hide. I wasn't sure how to handle such cheekiness, but his residual laughter was still evident when he looked back at me.

"You should see your face." He laughed openly, nudging me some more before I pinched his waist and he leaned away, hands in the air.

"Truce!" He cried immediately. "I give up." I rolled my eyes and tried not to let his words affect me. Last thing I needed was more distraction. It was hard enough keeping my distance from him in front of his mom and sister. 

Suddenly, the volume on the radio dropped, distracting me from my torrid thoughts. 

"Hello, darling?" Anne had her phone to her ear, officially silencing us. "We're headed home now, what's wrong?" 

Harry and I both perked up at the concern in her voice.

"Oh dear," She said after a minute, "I'm so sorry. Yes we'll be home shortly." Brief pause. "Okay, sit tight."

She hung up the phone and Harry looked at me. 

"What's up mum?" He asked, trying to keep his tone light.