Creature - |H.S.|

Thirteen

Nova

I shuffle and stir, feeling warmth wrap it's strong arms around me. I slowly break open my eyes, a blur blocking my sight. This doesn't look like my room. Everything is dark and smells like mint mixed with a hint of vanilla. I hurry and rub my tired eyes, hoping to erase some of the clouding that's occupying my eyes. I scrunch my face in confusion, glancing around at my surroundings.

Shit.

I throw off the black hoodie that was once cuddling me and keeping me secure. I wince noticing that my back is stiff and sore from laying on the hardwood floor. Not to mention I was curled up in a tight ball all night, scared that someone might find me.

I sit up against the wall, squinting at the light that's breaking through the sky light on the closet ceiling. How long did I sleep for? How long have I been here? Is Harry alive..or-? I shake my confused head and rub my temples, hoping to push the morbid thoughts away.

But wouldn't he have woken me up to go home? I doubt he would be fine with me sleeping here. He seems like a very private person anyways.

But what if he thought I went home when he was downstairs and now he's asleep on the other side of this door? I don't want to barge in incase he's sleeping, but at the same time I can't stay cooped up in this closet forever.

I shuffle to my feet and rub a hand over my tight neck, hoping to loosen up my stiff muscles. I reach for my phone on the ground to see what time it is. I press the power button and am met with a black screen and a tired reflection.

Dead.

I sigh and run a hand through my now messy curls before slipping the phone in my pocket and heading for the closet door. A surge of panic rushes over me as I begin to think about what could be on the other side of the door. Will I be met with a dead Harry, a sleeping Harry, or none of the above?

I can't tell if I'd prefer the second or the third option better.

I wrap my hand around the golden knob before slowly turning it. The door creaks and I curse under my breath as if it will stop the slow and piercing noise. As the door's opening becomes wider, I don't notice anything abnormal. That's a good sign..I think.

I fully open the door before peeking my head out, seeing that I'm alone in the big room. The bed is perfectly made and everything looks as it did last night.

So I guess this leaves me with scenario one and three now.

I glance around the room, trying to find any answers that may lie within this room. My eyes immediately go to the bedroom door that is now fully opened.

"Lock this as soon as I leave, and don't you dare fucking open it. For anybody."

I carefully step closer towards the unlocked door, not noticing any fowl play. It doesn't look like it was pushed in or beaten down. I locked it, I know I did. My hands were shaking terribly but I secured the lock like it depended on my life -well, it kinda did.

I cross my arms over my chest and head towards the door before glancing back at the collage wall that I met a few hours ago. It feels like ages ago. I swallow the lump in my throat as my eyes wander over the sketches. They're beautifully crafted and I just wish I knew what Harry was going to say before we were interrupted by gunshots. Maybe I don't want to know anyways.

I pull my gaze away and head towards the unlocked door, stepping over the threshold and into the window lit hallway. Almost as soon as I step into the hallway, my nostrils are met with the smell of bacon. I furrow my brows and look to my left where the smell is coming from. Against my better judgment I follow the scent down the hallway, not being able to tell if I'm just starving or curious at this point.