ninety two

                                    

                                          
chapter ninety two -  for the first time
Lucy Caddel
The storms were bad all night. Thunder cracked and heavy winds shook the windows. It rattled and frightened me several times. I was struggling to fall asleep, even with Harry's warm arms wrapped around my waist.
The gun on my head was still all I could think about. The cold barrel pressed against my temple and I still felt it like a tattoo scratched onto my mind. It wasn't just that either. The sound of my dad barging into the room with the bang of the wooden door. It wasn't that I expected him to care but he didn't want me dead because my uncle wanted me alive. Then he was the one who ordered for me to be locked in the bathroom while tied up. In a masochistic way, I had to thank him because that window would've been my only way out.
The digital clock on the side table only read as 5 am. Our flight was at 11:30 am but at this rate, the flights would be delayed. The lightning was nonstop and we weren't even in the city which apparently was copping the worst of it. With our luck, the storms probably wouldn't stop until tomorrow.
"Are you still awake?" Harry's breath tickled the skin on my neck.
"Yeah."
"I can feel your heart rate rise. Try not to think about it." Like every time, he knew what I was thinking about. 
I turned my body around so I was now facing him. Even with the double bed, we seemed to take up the smallest amount of space on it by being as close as possible.
"I really love your hair short. I can see your face a lot better," I could see his smile a little better as the sky outside grew lighter, but still gray from the clouds.
"Really?"
"Yeah," his hands fiddled with the strands and tucked them behind my ear.
"Maybe you should let Zayn cut your hair too."
"Not a chance, baby," he quickly defended. "I've spent months getting it to look this good." 
It was another twenty minutes of playing with each other's necklaces and silence apart from anxious breaths before Zayn said something. 
"Harry, you need to come see this."
Harry groaned and crawled out of the bed, stumbling and yawning his way across the room to where Zayn sat at the kitchen counter. The thunder pounded its way onto the walls and it felt as if the whole building shook beneath us.
"What is it?" Harry pulled up a chair while I sat so I could see them.
"Your flights are delayed like we expected but I went back to that camera on Lucy's house that the Falcon thing sent us and..."
This caught my attention now. I sprawled my legs away until they reached the floor and I slid off the bed. 
Harry's eyes narrowed on the phone before he slammed it on the table, face down. He rubbed the palm of his hand over his face, exhaling loudly.
"What's wrong? What happened to my house?"
"It's just— nothing. You can go back to bed."