Chapter 9

                                    

                                          
Harry left me in the room for around two weeks, if I counted right. The sunlight that came into the room was sparse, but enough to count the days. Once in the so many days random guys brought me some food, but it was never much. Sometimes it was a cold slice of pizza, some bread and if I was lucky there was some fruit. I could see the kilo's flying off my body every time I looked in the mirror of the ensuite. 
At first I was glad for Harry leaving me alone. I had a terrible night of sleep on the first day despite being exhausted. Rethinking the day with Harry made it so I couldn't stop turning and tossing. Besides, my cheeks hurt a lot. The next day I had taken another shower to wash away the terrible night. When observing myself in the mirror I saw that my left cheek, the one that had received the most impact, had turned quite blue, especially around the eye. My right cheek was only slightly red but there was no bruising. 
After several hours I started to get hungry and restless. I had observed every corner of the room, but it wasn't very large and therefore there wasn't much to see. I couldn't reach the high windows to look outside. When after another few hours the lock clicked, my head shot up and I lifted myself upright on the bed.
A strange man with blonde hair stood in the doorway, a plate of food in his hands. He didn't say anything, put the plate down and walked out. A click confirmed the lock was closed again. This continued for two weeks. 
I started to become a little bit crazy. I had cried, screamed, danced, worked out and cried some more. Not having contact with anybody was maddening. Right now I was laying on the bed, thinking about the lay-out of the grocery store that I had worked in for year to entertain myself. 
The lock clicked again. I didn't even look up anymore, waiting for the food to be put down so I could eat it the minute the person would leave. I was famished. 
"Get dressed." A voice suddenly echoed through the room. I shot up, facing Harry. He stood in the doorway, fully dressed in black. His arm was outstretched to me and he was holding some pieces of clothing. I stood up from the bed, wearing a large T-shirt. It was the last clean one from the closet. I had also managed to find some manly boxers in a drawer. They were slightly oversized but the tight waistband held them up. Luckily, the T-shirts came mid-thigh and covered the boxers from Harry's sight. 
I grabbed the pieces of clothing from Harry, carefully observing them but I was interrupted quickly again.
"You have five minutes." And with that he walked out, leaving the door open behind him. I went to the door opening, enjoying the feeling of being able to go out of the room. My heart made a small jump of happiness. I was just in time to see Harry disappearing in a room that was only two doors away from me. 
I quickly went back into my room and closed the door until there was only a small gap left. I was afraid that if I closed it, the lock would close me in again. 
My eyes went over the clothes that were laid out on the bed now. There was a pair of dark-blue jeans and a large red sweater. There was also a black bra with a pair of panties. Both were made of lacy fabric. I blushed upon seeing them, never having worn real lingerie. But also the thought that Harry knew that I would be wearing it made me feel weird. Strangely invasive. 
While dressing myself I thought of Harry entering a lingerie store, buying these pieces. I almost couldn't imagine it. The pieces fit me perfect, which scared me. How did he know my size? 
Harry came back into the room when I closed the button of my jeans. They were a little wide on me. He gave me a once over, before holding out a pair of black vans to me, which I took and pulled on quickly as well. 
"Come." He demanded, never saying too much. I followed him almost happily. I missed walking, seeing new things. I secretly hoped we were going outside. I would really love some fresh air as the room had become quite stuffy. 
"Where are we going?" My excitement got the best of me, the words spilling out suddenly. Harry sighed, stopped and turned to me in the middle of the hallway. 
"Didn't I tell you not to ask questions a while ago?" He asked me, his brow raised. I nodded quickly.
"I just thought..." I muttered, but he cut me off immediately.
"You shouldn't think too much. Women aren't good at it." He spit at me and continued to walk down the hallway. I followed him quickly, not wanting to anger him any further. We didn't take the same route as we did to the dining room. Instead, we ended up in a small hallway. Harry took two jackets from the coat rack, pushing a black one with sheep-fur on the collar towards me. I put it on and noticed it was quite large on me. It must be Harry's.
"Now, don't try to run. I know you've seen the fences, you won't make it." Harry said to me, looking at me intently to measure my reaction. "Also.." He continued and pulled the hem of his blouse to reveal a black gun once again. I shivered and nodded quickly. A grin spread over his face before he turned towards a door and opened it. 
The cold wind rushed inside and it felt comfortable on my face. I took a deep breath. Although I couldn't enjoy being outdoors very long as Harry walked up to a large, black car and opened the passengers side and signing me to get in afterwards. The car was high so I literally climbed into the seat. He slammed the door behind me harshly. 
With roaring engines we left, riding around the mansion as we seemed to have gotten out via a back door. Even here, the fences were at least two metres high and never stopped circling the perimeter. Harry speeded away from the mansion, not even flinching when he took several sharp corners with a little bit too much gas. 
"We're going to Louis's place." Harry broke the silence of the car after a while. The radio hadn't been on the entire time, which made the small space feel tense. 
"I want you to behave. That means no talking unless I talk to you, doing what I say and no running." He continued while not bothering to look at me. Only when I didn't answer he looked sideways. I quickly nodded. 
"There will be consequences if you do break these rules." He smirked again when saying this. "More than only your cheeks will be blue. You don't want that, right? Especially now that they finally healed." My stomach churned at his words. How could someone be so cruel? 
The rest of the ride we both stayed silent. I observed my surroundings but couldn't recognise anything. Sometimes I glanced at Harry who was totally focussed on the road. He had one hand on the wheel, supporting his head with his other hand and leaning on the door. 
I had almost forgotten what he looked like after these two weeks. Sometimes I tried to imagine him, but eventually I didn't get much further than his piercing green eyes and brown, long curls. These curls were now tied back in a bun, accentuating his prominent cheekbones and sharp jawline. He was wearing a black blouse with a fine, grey print on it which broke his total black outfit. He had left the upper three buttons unbuttoned, revealing a long stretch of his chest. A chain was hanging from his neck, with a cross pendant at the end which fell perfectly between the two heads of the tattooed swallows. 
I wondered if he was religious. It couldn't be, considering how he acted. But then again, who was I to know? I had never been taught about religion. It was probably just part of his total jewellery as several rings were adorned around his finger too. 
I had been so busy with observing him that I hadn't noticed that the car had stopped, until Harry unexpectedly looked me in the eyes. 
"Let's go. Or haven't you finished staring yet?" He said with a self-righteous smile. He got out when I diverted my eyes to my lap quickly, ashamed of being caught. My door was pulled open not a second later. I still wasn't able to open it from the inside. 
"Remember the rules." He mentioned, all serious again, before walking into a tall building. I followed suit.