Chapter 45

                                    

                                          
"Harry!" I opened the door and rushed to the hall, my feet hitting hard the red carpet.
                          
I was running like a crazy. A few people were leaving their rooms to go downstairs and have their breakfast, but they were unfortunately greeted by a psycho Becca running in front of them, calling for a murderer.
                          
"Watch out!" a guy snapped at me when I run past him and almost made him fall back.
                          
"Sorry!" I shouted as I kept running, my feet carrying me to the elevator.
                          
I stepped into the elevator and there was a nanny in there, wearing her deep red clothes and she had white hair. I didn't really notice the way she stared at me as I kept pressing the same button countless times.
                          
"Come on, come on!" I hissed, growing impatient.
                          
The elevator doors closed and I chewed my cheek nervously. I started to grow really anxious because when Harry's angry he always does something regrettable. Well, he doesn't really regret anything, but I just wanted to say that he does something horrible.
                          
I looked at the nanny next to me and she was giving me a bewildered look. I raised my brows and smiled awkwardly at her.
                          
"Goodmorning...red looks great on you.." I said, feeling dumb.
                          
She blinked and put her big glasses on before straightening her skirt. "You're not wearing shoes." she noticed, her voice thin and her accent British.
                          
I looked down at my feet and saw that I was only wearing my socks. Oh shit. Shrugging, I looked up at her and felt even more stupid than before.
                          
"Thanks?" I said and the elevator doors opened. Thank God those elevators were fast. "Have a good day." I told her and rushed out of the elevator as fast as possible.
                          
"Harry!" I called for him as I rushed through the lobby, gaining some weird looks from the people in the dining room.
                          
I noticed that the reservation guy wasn't in his usual spot and that made me feel worried. I ran through the lobby and got into a big hall. I couldn't ignore the feeling deep inside warning me that Harry was might too dangerous for me to handle right now and I should go back to my room, but I didn't.
                          
"Harry!" I shouted again and slowed a little my pace.
                          
I came to a halt when I heard a scream that quickly stopped, as if someone covered his mouth. It was a guy screaming and that only meant one thing; Harry.
                          
I followed the scream and ended up outside a door that had a sign on it saying "stay out". Without considering it, I pushed the door open and felt my heart felling down to my stomach when I took in the sight.
                          
Harry had the reservation guy pushed against the wall, a knife in his hand and his other hand around the guy's throat. I saw blood running out of an open wound on his arm. His shirt was soaked and cut there, exposing the open wound underneath. I felt my stomach tightening at the sight of blood, but I managed to not throw up.
                          
"Rebecca, what are you doing here?!" Harry hissed as he glared back at me.
                          
"What are you doing?! Are you out of your mind?!" I yelled, taking some steps closer to him.
                          
"Go back to the room, Rebecca." Harry warned, his tone authorative.
                          
"Let him go, Harry. He didn't do anything." I said, feeling proud for not being a coward.
                          
"Don't tell me what to do!" he snapped at me, bringing the knife closer to the guy's chest.
                          
The guy stared at the knife with fear and shock. He then glanced at me and gave me a pleading look, asking me for help. I felt my chest tightening when we locked eyes. He didn't deserve this-he didn't do anything to him or me. I had to save him.