She ~ Harry styles fan fiction

6

This room is beautiful and simple. I sit on the bed and cry wishing I was back at home with Peter. I can't help but feel guilty for leaving him not like I had a choice. I would do anything to protect him.

I decide to get out of this dress that i've been wearing for the past day and change into something comfortable. I'm almost nervous to change or do anything really I don't want to see what he means by consequences. I guess i'll just stay in this a dress for now. I am starving but I don't want to talk to him but I want to eat. All I ate was a few pieces of fruit at breakfast this morning and that was it. I creep open the door and look outside to see if anyone was there. I walk down the large hallway and look at all the paintings on the wall. I walk slowly downstairs and look around for where the kitchen might be. I see a large kitchen that leads to the dining table. I take a seat and wait for Harry or maybe a housekeeper to come in. Maybe he doesn't have housekeeping so that's why he wants me to cook and clean. Suddenly Harry walks in and looks surprised to see me.

"I didn't expect you to want to come down." He says pulling out a chair and taking a seat.

"I haven't eaten today." I say quietly.

"My chief made dinner tonight but he is gone now. I can't have any one here while you are that is not in my gang it's to dangerous." He states. He really does sound like Father.

"You sound like my father." I spit out without thinking.

"Well then you can call me daddy." He looks over at me smirking and laughing. "The only difference is I don't care what happens to you after I just need you for this plan. You are very important to Savage right now." He says.

"Your disgusting." I say quietly at his stupid Daddy comment. He stands up and I flinch and move my chair back.

"Just going to get the dinner." He smirks. I know he can tell that i'm afraid i'm giving in to easily. I need to stand my ground he doesn't deserve my respect whatsoever.

He brings in a plate of salad for me and he eats a steak. I am glad to see he doesn't make me eat the steak. I'm vegetarian and have grown to get sick when I eat meat.

I pick at my food and he keeps looking up at me with an annoyed expression.

"Will you just eat it." He spits out angrily.

"I'm sorry, I just don't like it." I say quietly. I'm a very picky eater and I can tell i'm bothering him already. Good.

"If you don't like what I buy then you won't eat." He slams his fist on the desk. I jump and furrow my eyebrows.

"Fine." I get up and push in my chair in and storm past him but my arm is tugged back.

"Bella. You are already breaking my rules. You are being disrespectful." He stands up from his chair and towers over me. "Is this really how you want to start your stay here?" With my wrist still in his hand he squeezes harder and backs me up against the wall.

"Your hurting me." I bend down with pain.

"Are you going to follow the rules?" He asks devilishly while grabbing my other arm and pinning them up against the wall

"Yes Harry. Let go!" I scream. He's very close to my face.

"Good girl." He lets go and I grab both my wrist and see marks from his hands. "Goodnight Bella. Be up by 7 to make breakfast." I stand there for a moment before turning around and heading upstairs. I have tears running down my face in frustration.

I slam the door as I get into the room and pace around and cry. I tug at the window to get fresh air but the windows are bolted shut. I cry and grab a few things out of bag I open the drawer and there are already clothes in there. I pull out a few things and they still have tags on them. Mostly everything in there is my size. I wonder if those were meant for me or if they belonged to someone else.

I put on a hoodie that I have in my bag and a pair of spanks. I will put on actual pants when I leave the room but this is comfortable for now. I brush through my hair and realize that I need a tooth brush. I peek my head out of the door and look around. I walk to the restroom and see if maybe there was one for me. There isn't anything but at least there is shampoo and conditioner in the shower. I walk down the hall and see large doors leading to the master bedroom. Harry said to not go anywhere near is office but this is his room. I knock on the door and back up. I hear rustling and Harry opens the door. He stands there shirtless with sweatpants hanging low on his waist. I awkwardly observe him I see all the tattoos I imagined he had. They suit him well.

"What?" He asks as I stand there silently.

"I need a toothbrush." I say.

"Oh. There's one under the drawer in bathroom." I nod and walk away. "I like those shorts." I turn around in disgust and he smiles and shuts his doors. When he smiles he has these defined dimples. Why am I thinking about his smile he's disgusting and horrible.

I finally find the package of toothbrushes and brush my teeth and wash my face. I'm so exhausted but I don't think i'll be able to get much sleep. I feel so on edge and like I need to keep my guard up 24/7. I guess i've never really felt like I was in danger before. When I was growing up and I was so oblivious to Malevolent. And when my mom died we had so much security around us all the time. I don't even know how they were able to get to me. My eyes finally feel heavy and I go to bed.