Eve POV

I kept Anna company as she cooked dinner. It also kept my mind off of things.

She's an interesting person to talk to. She was 16 and pregnant and her parents kicked her out of the house. She told me they were very religious and didn't like how she had sex before marriage. Anna ended up marrying the guy that knocked her up at 16, but that's not the point.

I always find it interesting learning about peoples lives.

"How did you start working as Harry's cook?" I ask Anna curiously.

"Him, Jane, and their daughter were at a restaurant and I was the head chef there. The waitress for their table told me they wanted to talk to me. I thought something was wrong with the food. So, I go over to their table and he offers me a job to cook for their family. Later I found out that they both didn't have time to cook for themselves, which is understandable, they're busy people. Anyways, I got paid very well at the restaurant and told him that. Harry said he'll pay me triple of what they pay me and I'll be under their health insurance. I'll only be their private chef. And I've been here ever since."

"I can see him doing that." I say making her smile.

"I'm not complaining. I enjoy cooking for him, he isn't picky." I smile softly. "Neither are you, you guys are a good bunch."

"I eat whatever you make for him."

"He's very scheduled, so he tells me what he wants me to cook for the whole week."

"Are you being serious?" I ask.

"Yep." She chuckles. "So every Monday I go food shopping for the week, so I have everything."

"So you come here at six in the morning to make breakfast, then six at night for dinner?" I ask.

"Yep. And I also pack his lunch in the morning." I laugh. "That sounded more kiddish then it did in my head." I grin.

"Does he have a lunch box?" I giggle. She nods and we both laugh.

"You guys go out once a week so I don't make lunch for him then." Anna tells me. She stirs whatever is in the pot.

I hear the front door close making my teeth pick the skin in my mouth. I soon see Harry come into the kitchen. "Hello." Harry greets.

"Hi." I murmur.

"Dinner is almost ready. Take a seat." Anna says with a wide smile. I love how nice and happy she is.

Harry sits beside me and smiles softly. His hand rests on my knee. "How are you feeling?" He asks me. His voice is low and his eyes look into mine.

"Okay, you?" I ask.

"I'm fine." He grins softly. "I grabbed the manuscripts you need to work on for tomorrow." Harry informs me.

"Thank you." I say. He just nods.

"Do you know what kind of car John has?" Harry asks me. He sips the water from the glass in front of him.

"From what I remember it was a grey 2013 Honda civic. Why?"

"There is a grey Honda civic parked across the street." He mumbles and my heart begins to race.

"Are you being serious?" I ask. My voice turns shaky.

"Yeah." Harry murmurs. "Just don't go by the window in the living room. If the car is there in the morning I'll call security." I nod. I feel his lips touch my cheek.

Now I'm thinking about where else John has been watching me. I wonder how long he has been stalking me as well.

Anna places our dinner in front of us. "Thank you." Harry and I both say at the same time. She smiles at us.

"No problem. I'm gonna put the left overs in a container and put them in the fridge."

"Okay, thank you." Harry replies. Anna gives him a soft grin and nods. She packs up the food she just made and I slowly eat mine. I try to ignore the pit growing in my stomach.

***

It's ten at night now and I'm sitting on Harry's mattress. A pillow is on my lap and my eyes are on the TV.

Harry emerges into the room with Doug. He closes the door after Doug enters. My dog sits on the mattress and lays down. To me I think it's our dog since we both take care of him. "Can you lock the door?" I ask him. His green eyes look to me and he just nods.

Soon Harry joins me on his bed and his hand rests on top of mine. "Did you want me to go to your apartment tomorrow and grab some clothes?" My eyes look to my boyfriend.

"I don't want you to run into John." I say timidly.

"I'm pretty sure he won't go back to your apartment if he knows you're here. Or has an idea that you could be here."

"Still, I don't want you to be in that position for me." I say.

"I'm just grabbing clothes for you, Eve."

"He has a gun on him. Whenever he leaves his apartment he takes it with him."

"Why?"

"Because he's a cop." My eyes look away from him. "I still don't know how he's allowed to be one, but he is." I say.

"I'll go early in the morning then." I give Harry a look. "Eve, I'll be fine."

"I don't want you to get hurt." I say. His eyes meet mine and his hand squeezes mine. Harry leans in and pecks my lips.

"Don't worry about it, okay?"

"Harry-"

"Don't worry." His eyes stare into mine. He kisses me again but it's a longer kiss that makes my body relax more.

Soon we both lay down. His body presses against my back and his head rests on my shoulder. His arm is around my body tightly and his lips touch my shoulder. "Please know you're safe here. He can't get to this floor because you need a pin number, which you know already."

"He's a cop, he can get anything he wants." My stomach turns.

"He's not going to hurt you." Harry says. "Just think positively."

"I'll try." I murmur. My eyes look to the TV that's on low. I take small deep breaths and close my eyes. I soon find myself falling asleep.

***

My eyes peel open to the sound of heavy wind outside. I sit up a little and see Harry laying beside me closely. His arm is draped around my waist and his lips are parted open a little.

I lay back down and stare up at the ceiling fan. What makes my heart pinch and my body tense is the sound of something in the living room falling. It sounds like something heavy.

It's in my head, it's in my head.

The floor creaks outside the bedroom door and I find my eyes starting to burn with tears. I shake Harry who moves a little. His eyes soon open. "What's wrong?" His voice is low and hoarse.

"I heard something in the living room." I say in a whisper.

Harry sits up. As he's about to get out of bed I grab his hand and shake my head. "Please just stay with me." I say. Tears start to brim my eyes.

"Okay." He whispers. Harry pulls me into his chest and holds me tightly. His hand rests on the back of my neck and his lips touch the top of my head.

"I'm scared." I cry against my boyfriend.

"I know." His fingers run through my hair. His lips kiss the side of my head.

There are no more sounds after that.

I feel like I'm becoming more paranoid and worked up on my own. Harry must think I'm crazy.

I soon find my eyes heavy and tired. My breaths become settled and the tears start to dry up. Harry still runs his fingers through my hair, which seems to calm me. I end up falling back asleep.

***

It's the following day.

Harry went into the living room when we both woke up and saw everything was in the same position as what we left it as.

He told me he'll stay home with me today, since he doesn't want me to be alone. His plan is to do emails on his laptop. I thanked Harry who said it was no problem.

He's currently in the shower and me and Doug are on the mattress watching TV. My phone beeps beside me and I grab it.

516-908-658: get better locks

A://N

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