8.

~ H a r r y ~

I walked inside the house, taking off my shoes. Throwing the keys on the table, I sat on the sofa and was about to open the TV, when I heard something. I stood up curiously and walked towards Amelia's room; the sound was coming from there. I pressed my ear against the door and listened.

"I promised I would never leave you
Then you should always know
Wherever you may go, no matter where you are
I never will be far away"

She was singing a song I knew very damn well and just by listening to it, more memories came back flooding into my head.That song. I pressed my back against the door and fell down on the floor, taking my head in my hands.

* * *

I heard some noise from downstairs and I slowly opened my eyes. only to be met by darkness. The sound of glass shattering and objects being thrown was enough to make feel worried. I got out of bed with my small brown teddy bear in my arms. I tiptoed to the door and put my small hand on the doorknob, turning it and then opening the door.

"Get out of my house now!" I heard my mum yell. I approached the stairs and stood there, looking at my parents. 

Daddy was here? 

A big smile was formed on my face, but when I was about to walk downstairs and hug him, something stopped me.

"This is my house too." he yelled at Mummy.

"Not anymore. Now leave." Mummy said and pushed him by his shoulder. He slapped her hands away and grabbed her by her arms, shaking her.

"Be careful how you speak to me." he said.

"Damon you are drunk an-" 

She was caught off-guard by his strong punch which caused her to fall to the ground.

"Mummy" I mouthed as tears started forming in my eyes. She stood up and pointed her finger to the door.

"Leave, please. Harry is upstairs sleeping." she said, her voice cracking in the end. He started laughing.

"I don't care about that bastard." Daddy said. Why was he talking like that? Why was Daddy being mean to us?

"How can you talk like that about him? He's your son, for God's sake." 

I made my way downstairs carefully and called my mum.

"Mummy, what's going on?" I asked.

"Go back to your room, sweetheart." she said, smiling at me sweetly.

"That piece of shit is not my son." Daddy said and my bottom lip started quivering as tears fell down my face.

"You don't know what you're saying. Don't talk to him like that." Mummy said.

"I'll leave, but I'll come back. Remember that." Daddy said and left. Mummy knelt down to my level and wiped my tears away. She took me in her arms as I rested my head on her shoulder and we went back to my bedroom. When I was back in bed, she sat next to me and kissed my forehead.

"Do you want Mummy to sing you a song?" she asked and I nodded my head.

"Goodnight my angel, now it's time to sleep
And still so many things I want to say
Remember all the songs you sang for me
When we went sailing on an emerald bay
And like a boat out on the ocean
I'm rocking you to sleep
The water's dark and deep, inside this ancient heart
You'll always be a part of me"

A single tear fell from the corner of my eye, but I made sure to wiped it away fast. One thing that Leonard taught me was to never feel pity for anyone, especially myself, because then I'd become weak and I was not weak.

I stood up and took off my t-shirt, throwing it onto the floor. I laid down on the sofa, placing my arms underneath my head and tried closing my eyes to sleep, but I just couldn't. It's three in the morning and I can't fucking sleep.

I stood up again and sighed heavily. What the fuck was wrong with me?

I looked at Amelia's bedroom door and hesitated before walking towards it. I placed my hand on the doorknob and opened it slowly, trying not to make any noise. I got inside and found her laying on the floor, curled up in a ball. Should I put her to bed? 

Don't do it, my inner voice said. 

Oh fuck it! I told myself.

I walked to her, took her in my arms bridal style and placed her on the bed, making sure not to wake her up. I took the blanket and covered her with it. I pushed her hair out of her face and looked at her sleeping figure. She looked so peaceful, I almost envied her.

Just when I was about to leave she grabbed my hand and squeezed it really tight. "Stay." she murmured. She wasn't awake, she was still sleeping. Maybe she was seeing a dream or something. I parted my lips to speak, but nothing came out.

"Please, don't leave me." she whispered, without letting go of my hand. I looked at the door and then at her, debating with myself on what should've done. 

Leave the room, my inner voice said.

"Please, don't leave me." Amelia repeated, sweat forming on her face. 

I took a big breath and rested on the small bed next to her, placing her head on my chest and hesitantly wrapping my arms around her body. 

I'm so going to regret this, I thought as I eventually fell asleep.

. . .

I felt a small weight on my chest and something was tickling my neck, making me wake up. I opened my eyes to see that I wasn't sleeping on the sofa. When I looked down, I saw Amelia in my arms. I panicked and stood up, pushing her off of me gently. What the fuck did you do Styles? 

I quickly got out of the room and closed the door.

  
      ~ A m e l i a ~

When I woke up in the morning, I looked on the bed beside me and saw that it was empty. That's strange. I was sure that I felt somebody else's presence near me when I was sleeping. It made me sleep well without having nightmares, like the past six days. But then again, who could it be? The only person in this house was that asshole, Harry. I highly doubt it was him so that means that I simply imagined it.

I stood up from bed, Harry's oversized t-shirt falling down to my knees. I walked towards the door and I opened it. What? It was unlocked? Should I get outside, or will Harry get angry again and hurt me? My cheek hadn't healed yet.

"You can come outside." I heard Harry's voice say, and I did as he said. 

I pushed the door open and walked into the living room. Harry was standing there shirtless, only in athletic shorts, doing push-ups. He was sweating and his curls were wet against his forehead. I gulped and stood there in my spot, looking at him. I was totally checking him out. 

Stop it, I told myself.

When he finished, he stood up and took a towel putting it around his neck. I was still standing there, not doing anything. He came in front of me, smirking.

"Like what you see?" he asked. 

I rolled my eyes causing him to laugh. 

Wait what? Did he really laugh? 

It was the first time I saw him doing that. He always had that stupid smirk on his face, but his laugh was actually beautiful. His dimples would show and his eyes were almost shut; he looked younger and cuter. 

What are you even thinking Amelia? Remember what he did to you?

I quickly turned around and walked away from him into the kitchen.

* * *

When I finished eating my breakfast, I put my spoon down and crossed my arms over my chest looking at Harry, who was still eating his cereal. That was when I noticed the bruise on his face near his jawline. It looked really bad. I could say worse than my cut. Did he get in a fight? I didn't know why, but I felt kind of worried. 

He deserved it, my inner voice said. 

Yeah... Yes, he did.

"Will you stop staring at me like that?" he asked me, raising his eyebrow. 

I didn't say anything. I just looked away and waited for him.

"I'm going to take a shower you can stay here, I trust you; I know you won't do anything stupid." he said and a smirk appeared on his face before he turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

Once I heard him close the door, I stood up from my chair and started walking around the small place when I spotted something. I bent down and picked up the ripped photograph, looking at it carefully.

It was an old picture of a woman, a quite beautiful one, with brown wavy hair and piercing green eyes which looked so similar to Harry's. Could this be his mum?  The photo was ripped and it was quite obvious to me that someone was next to her when they took it. I really wanted to know more but if Harry found me with it, he would kill me. I put it in Harry's jeans pocket and sat down on the sofa playing with my thumbs.

I couldn't take it anymore. I had to find a way to get out of here. I couldn't wait until Harry finished his job and then let me go or kill me. I have to leave. 

That's when it clicked. His phone. I had to find Harry's phone so I could then call someone to come and help me.

I started searching in Harry's pockets until I finally found it and I was surprised that it was so easy. I took it in my hands, which were shaking at that point, and started typing in the first number that came in my mind; my mum's. I pressed it against my ear and waited patiently. It rang three times and then a sound was heard from the other line, followed by my mum's sweet voice that I missed so much. My eyes were filled with tears and I couldn't find the words to say anything.

"Hello" she said when I didn't speak.

"M-mum?" I whispered loud enough so she could hear me.

"Oh my god. Amelia is that you? Where are you, sweetheart?" she asked me panicked. I could tell that she was about to cry too.

"Mum he took me with him." I said, trying to contain my tears.

"Who?" she asked.

"He kidnapped me. Please, come and save me." I said, my voice cracking.

"Where are you Amelia? Please tell me." she begged, raising her voice.

"I-I'm at the-" 

I was cut mid-sentence by a loud knock on the door, which caused my grip on the phone to loosen and it fell on the floor. I looked at the door panicked and wiped away my tears. I picked it up again; the call hadn't ended yet and I could hear my mum calling my name desperately, but I ignored it. I hung up and placed it back in its place.

Bam bam, the banging on the door didn't stop and this time, a voice was heard calling for Harry.

"Open the door Harry!" the man on the other side yelled.

Scared, I ran towards the bathroom. I don't know why I did, but as I was about to knock, a half-naked Harry with only a towel wrapped around his waist came out and bumped into me. When I saw him, my eyes widened and I turned around, covering my eyes. I could feel my cheeks starting to burn from embarrassment.

"What happened?" he asked me confused and his question was soon answered.

"Harry open the door. It's me Louis." the man who was behind the door said and I felt Harry tense beside me. Who's that Louis guy?

"Get back to your room, now." Harry ordered and I made my way to the room. without saying anything else.

"Stay quite and don't make any noise. Got it?" he said and I nodded my head. 

Then he closed and locked the door leaving me there. The thing was, that I was curious and I wanted to know who it was, so I pressed my ear against the door slowly trying not to make any noise. I wanted to listen to what they were going to say and I didn't want Harry to know that I was eavesdropping.

That wouldn't end up well.

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