Oscillation | [H.S]

Chapter 37

The warm water ran down my back as I was shampooing my hair, massaging my scalp gently. It reduced the throbbing headache that had been bothering me for more than three hours now. Finally, we had arrived at the hotel and I could take a shower, be away from Harry for a bit and let my mask down. I could finally breath. 

As Harry had said after rejecting me, we had gotten up at seven o'clock to get ready and pack our stuff. Not much was said between us, except for Harry telling me that I needed to pack the dress with the split. He had guided me outside and gave me his black trench coat to wear where after we walked to a waiting car together. Harry got in the backseat with me. He didn't say a word to the chauffeur, who simply started driving. 

"Are you excited?" Harry asked me, focussing his gaze on me for the first time that day. His eyes were the empty forest green they often were. I took my lip between my teeth and nodded my head, not sure if my voice would be stable enough to talk. I was still feeling the awkwardness from yesterday. I wasn't sure if he had meant to speak the kind words out loud to me. Then again I was absolutely sure he didn't mean them. But it couldn't be to lure me into having sex, because he rejected me right afterwards. 

Harry didn't respond irritated to the small reaction I gave him and simply left me alone. Looking back, it was the best he could have done, giving me some time to myself. Because not ten minutes later, the car stopped in an abandoned parking lot. I looked out of my window questioningly, focussing my gaze on the driver through the side mirror. He was looking straight ahead of him. The barrier between the front and backseats refrained me from searching his eyes in that way. I looked over to my last option for questioning where we were, meeting Harry's eyes immediately. 

His gaze was dark, the authority clearly visible in his eyes. He had his lips pursed, was hanging lowly against the back rest and his hand were loosely folded together on his spread legs. He was radiating power again. My breath hitched. 

"Emma." He was using my real name, this was serious. "listen carefully now." He spoke slowly and clearly, really trying to get my attention. He definitely had it. 

"I need you to be on your best behaviour  from now on. Tell me what that means." His tone didn't sound belittling. It was just his calm and neutral way of talking that always captivated people. I nodded, closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath. 

"No talking, no running and no disobeying." I recited the list he always told me before going out to him, making a smirk appear on his face.

"Good girl, you remembered." He spoke, smiling with teeth this time. It was so sudden that I didn't notice him grabbing something from the pocket of his jacket. The sun glistening on the lemmet of the knife let a shiver run through my body. Harry was carelessly playing with it in his hands, twisting and turning it, not removing his gaze from my face.

"I know it is hard to follow these rules sometimes. Just remember that if you don't follow them, I will not give you the satisfaction killing you quickly. I will make you hurt because I will not make a girl make me look like a fool in front of my gang, do you understand?" He said, clicking the knife shut, pocketing it and looked at my reaction. 

"Yes." I whispered under breath, not being able to nod because my body had stiffened at the threat. It had been some time since Harry had shown me that dark side of him and I had almost forgotten. It was a harsh pull back into reality. A simple click of Harry's fingers made the car move again. Not a single word was uttered. It drove us all the way to the train station of London where Harry had grabbed my hand and had guided me towards the end of a long train. My thoughts were racing, not expecting Harry to choose the train for our transport. We entered the last wagon.

Of course I should have expected Harry to travel in style. The wagon we entered was luxury with spacious seats that were arranged in four-seat cubicles. Their was a bar, and through some glass slide door stood a long table. The seats were occupied by many men I had never seen before. They were all kinds of shaped and sizes. Businessmen, handymen, men with tattoos or your average neighbour. Most of them were on their phones or speaking softly with a beer grasped in their hands.