Oscillation | [H.S]

Chapter 17

It took two hours before I started to regret what I had said to Nova. She had been my little safe space and now I had ruined everything. Harry had even told me she saved my life when he was almost killing me.

I was tossing and turning in the bed because of all the thoughts that ran through my head and I realised I really needed to get out of this room. It was claustrophobic and it wasn't good for me to be left alone with my own mind right now. Especially after my life had totally been turned upside down lately. Normally I would watch some serie or read a book to distract myself.

My body had moved towards the door a few times with my hand already on the door-handle but I decided against it. I wouldn't survive another beating but the temptation of the door still being unlocked was getting under my skin.

As if the universe could read my mind about the door, it was pushed open, revealing Harry. He was clad in skinny jeans and a thick sweater with his hair wild around his face. It was really unfair how beautiful he was. Maybe that was why his character was so ugly.

"You're sleeping with me from now on." He announced out of nowhere, his lips pursed a bit as if her dared me to object. I didn't but I couldn't stop the small shiver of disgust running through my body, especially after Nova's words.

"Come." He demanded and of course I followed. It took around a minute for us to arrive back at his room. The room smelled clean and I noticed that new sheets were now covering the bed. I wondered if there was someone who cleaned this house all the time. There must be.

"I got you some own clothes. You'll be here for a while anyway." Harry walked to the large closet while speaking and opened the doors. I scanned the inside from a distance and saw several dresses, skinny jeans and some sweaters that were a way smaller than what I had been wearing the past weeks.

When he pulled open a drawer I felt a blush creeping to my cheeks. It was filled with bra's and panties, all black and red and lace. His mouth pulled up on one corner, revealing a smirk when he saw my expression.

"Does it make you blush that I will always know what kind of underwear you will be wearing?" He bit his lip and scanned my still half-naked body. I recoiled under his heavy gaze, wondering about the sudden change of mood which he normally expressed. His words were true, but the meaning of it wasn't. I was more ashamed that he bought such sexy underwear for me instead of feeling hot.

"How about you try it on, hmm?" He plucked a black bra and lace panties from the drawer and held it out to me. I shivered but hesitantly grabbed it from him, making sure to keep a vast distance between us. I absolutely didn't want to. My eyes glanced to the door of the ensuite quickly, wondering if I was allowed to try it on there.

Harry seemed to have noticed my fleeting gaze and nodded with a small sound, before moving towards the bed and flopping down on it. The last thing I saw before I closed the door of the ensuite was that he had gotten his phone out of his pocket and was now scrolling through it lazily.

My thoughts were going 100 miles an hour again after his change in behaviour. He seemed less angry but definitely more desiring for my body. Just as Nova told me. I now had to make a choice between being beaten again or being touched by him. When the tears started rushing down my face, I wiped them away angrily. It was so unfair.

I realised I had already spent some time in the ensuite and started to quickly change in the underwear, scared that Harry would just barge inside the ensuite out of impatience. Surprisingly, the underwear fit really well. The laced panties were V-shaped and sat right above my love-handles, which had diminished greatly in size, accentuating my taille. The bra was more of a bustier with only a soft filling and no underwire. It felt comfortable against my sore skin.

I made sure to pull the T-shirt I was wearing previously, back on. Luckily, it reached till the top of my thighs and just covered my butt which was shockingly bare underneath with the new underwear.

"Kitten." I heard Harry call the absurd name again. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself before walking in to the room slowly. My choice was made. I'd rather have him touch me than hurt me even more. Maybe if I worked with him, he would be careful.

His piercing green eyes trailed over my body the moment I opened the door. His eyes stopped for a second when he saw I was still wearing the T-shirt and then started grinning. He beckoned me to walk over to the bed, which I did with my legs shaking. I sat down at the end, pulling the shirt down to keep me covered. He put his phone on the nightstand, focussing his full attention on me now.

"Does it fit?" He asked, not removing his intense gaze from my face. I nodded quickly, hoping he wouldn't make me show him.

"Come lay down." Harry says suddenly, making me wince. I slowly make my way to the other side of the bed and laid down, keeping a steady distance between his and my body. His eyes follow every movement I make which makes me try even harder to keep covering up. It must look ridiculous.

A silence hung in the air for a while and when I looked at Harry through my lashes, I saw him laying with his eyes closed. The bags beneath his eyes were still prominent. He really seemed to be in a better mood than usually.

"Harry." I whisper softly. He opens his eyes and focuses his heavy gaze on me again. A deep breath was needed before I dared to speak.

"Can you maybe keep the door unlocked when you leave?" I asked hesitantly. "I get anxious from being locked up." I tried to add for good measure.

He stays silent for a while without any emotion on his face. It took so long that I started to wonder if he even heard me at all.

"How about we make a deal?" He speaks suddenly, making me jump a bit. His voice was even lower than normally. My stomach twists at his words but I nod anyway. If I was free to roam the hallways, I was one step closer to escaping.

"You take the shirt off and kiss me, then I'll consider your request." He spoke, the grin back on his face. I could feel the blood disappearing from my face. Was I really going to follow his request? I would gain something valuable from it.

With a deep breath, I started moving myself upright. My shaking hands grabbed the hem of the long T-shirt and I slowly pulled it over my head with shaking hands, being very careful of the bruises that still covered me.

Harry's eyes turned darker upon seeing me in my underwear and he licked his lips slowly. His gaze slowly trailed over my body and I might as well have been naked. I waited for him to demand more. Maybe undress further or touch him. He could always just take it anyway.

"It fits." He simply states, laying his head back on the pillow and catching my downcast gaze. I was shocked for a moment when he did not carry out any action towards me. But then I remembered the second part of his demand. I still had to kiss him.

He wasn't repulsive. On the other hands, his lips were plump and pink and soft-looking. A simple peck and I would be done. However, when I would be in such close proximity he could easily lock me in he arms and take whatever he wanted.

He probably noticed that I was doubting my actions and raised his brow slightly, daring me again. As if he was saying 'no kiss, no freedom'.

I moved my upper body forwards slowly and used my hands on his sides to support me. I pushed my hair to one side of my neck so that it wasn't hanging in front of my face and put my thoughts on hold. I quickly pressed my lips to his and waiting for about two second before sitting upright just as quickly. My stomach turned from nervousness and I didn't dare to look at him.

It wasn't bad. It was actually not bad at all. His lips had been warm and dry and he didn't do anything else than take it. However, the thought that I had just willingly kissed my kidnapper made my stomach turn.

I grabbed the T-shirt that laid next to me on the bed and slid it over my body again, sighing thankfully at being covered. He laid there for about one more minute before he got up from the bed and walked towards the door without a word.

"Can you leave it unlocked?" I pleaded, my cheeks red of embarrassment.

"I said that I would consider it." He said.

He walked out of the room and locked the door.