She's not afraid (One Direction/Selena Gomez)

chapter 10

I woke up with a noise, which sounded like a slam of a car door, but before I could fully understand what's happening, door on my side opened and cold breeze of outdoors hit my skin, making me shiver. My eyes maneuver so quick to the owner of such deed. Harry was already watching me carefully: "Good, you're awake! Come on, we're here."

I slide out of the car, looking around. Wide mansion that stood in front of me appeared to be yellowish or brown color, with windows in white frames. Stone-paved driveway melted into two steps that led up to the brown door. But dark sky of the night made it difficult to notice anything specific. Harry begins to walk into the huge house, I follow behind.

When warm and safe air of indoors greeted us, Harry turns on the lights. I squinted my eyes briefly, to adjust them to the brightness, while he pressed something on iPad, which he took from the small table by the door.

"Let me show you around." He looks at me; I just shrug, avoiding his eyes.

White marble foyer fading into open walls that led towards the kitchen, or into the living room. Harry turns to our left, leading us up the curved staircase. On the first floor all of our modern rooms were located; mine between his and Zayn's. Then he showed me dining room; it was elegant in a minimalist sort of way, with large wooden table that took up most of the space. We moved to our right through arched passage, coming into the vast living room with white and gray walls, large television, three-seater and long L shaped white sofa inked with a fine gray silk. It is beautiful place but cold in its tranquility.

Throughout the tour Harry tried to make a conversation with me, though I was silent, too stubborn to give in just yet. But I can feel determination slowly slipping from my grasp. The tour ended in a handsome kitchen, taken straight from the cover of magazine. The cabinets were white high polished wood, the kind of white that is devoid of dust and untouched by hands. The floor beneath it all was wooden and free of clutter or dust. And with the long island, which fenced one side of the open space, this would be the ideal place for every great chef out there.

Few moments ago Harry has left me in the middle of the kitchen. I sigh loudly, and poke around fully stocked cabinets, realizing how hungry I am. At the sight of Nutella my mood instantly improved. Strangely eager I grab the jar and search for the spoon. Fairly quick I am able to put first spoon of Nutella in my mouth. As soon as I taste this deliciousness an involuntary moan escaped my throat. Suddenly Harry comes in. I roll my eyes, before hop on the counter, and contentedly proceed with Nutella.

Tranquility of the room break Harry's question: "So now you're giving me silent treatment?"

I peek at his direction, seeing he's approaching me slowly. I can't contain myself anymore; my stature fades into one of defeat: "Why is this house so fully stocked?" I finally asked, feeling relieved.

"Because it's safe house. Your father built it for strictly safety purposes. It's the most secured house, so no one who doesn't have entering codes can come in." He smiles a teasing smile, his body standing before me now.

...What is he doing? Why is he so nice all of a sudden?...

"And who have those codes?" My eyes are avoiding his, though it is harder than I would like it to be.

"At the moment? Your father, grandfather and us, five."

"Harry do you maybe know if others are alive?" My voice was weak laced with fear, this time I make eye contact with him.

He pauses for a moment, looking to me; he sighs heavily seconds later and goes to speak: "I'm sorry but I don't know. No one contacted me yet." At his words I frown, my heart ache and guilt floods my stomach.