Zayn's so busy in eating his pancakes that he doesn't notice my stare but when Harry lets out a long whistle, he looks up, a scowl on his bruised face.

"What is it?" He mutters, seeming extremely uninterested and irritated, his eyes travelling from Harry to me and I immediately look away from him, examining the food on the table.

"Your face...you look quite manly." Harry says with a chuckle and I momentarily close my eyes at his stupid and lame joke. It's like he's indirectly asking for another fight.

"Harry, shut your ass hole, seriously!" Zayn tells him quietly,shoving a fork full of pancakes in his mouth, the warning is clear in his voice.

"Hey, don't get your laced panties in twist, I was just joking, okay?" Harry says and I get this sudden urge to slap him across his face for his words. He shouldn't be saying all this the guy whose probably already angry with him.

Just as I had assumed, his words are enough to trigger Zayn's anger since he slams his fist harshly on the glass table before standing up. The chair he once sat on, falling on to the floor with a loud thud.

"Don't fuck with me, Harry! You beat me up last night just because I was winning the stupid game and now here you are, fucking begging me to ruin your face." Zayn shouts at the top of his lungs, his eyebrows furrowed, face red due to anger and breaths coming out in puffs due the adrenaline rushing through his system.

Every one sitting on the table including Harry stare at Zayn with wide eyes, surprised at the quick change of attitude. A few seconds pass like that, Zayn and Harry staring at each other but then Zayn lets out a huge sigh and averts his gaze from Harry to me, causing me to shrink in my place at his harsh glare, my eyes immediately looking away from his face.

"I'm leaving." He states and with that he swiftly turns around walking away from us.

Everyone watches Zayn quietly as he leaves the room, probably still in shock at his outburst but after a moment or so, Sophia quickly stands up from her chair, following after Zayn while she says, "Zayn, wait."

He doesn't pay any attention to Sophia though, just walks out of the room, both of them disappearing from our view.

The room falls silent after that, the three guys sitting with me don't say a word, instead they start eating. Harry picks up a platter full of eggs, placing two of them in his plate and one in mine.

"Eat something." He murmurs in my ear and I absent mindly nod my head, picking up the fork and knife to cut it.

Sophia enters the room after a minute or so with a small frown on her face, surely because Zayn didn't listen to her.

"Don't worry about him, he's short tempered is all." Liam explains with a shurg as she sits down on the chair next to Liam, taking her hand in his and placing a small kiss on her knuckles. It somewhat makes me smile and I wonder if their relationship can be any more cute.

A hand on my thigh causes me to avert my attention to Harry, he doesn't look my way, just give my flesh a little squeeze whilst chatting with the mysterious guy, his words coming out muffled since his mouth full of food and I have this strong urge tell him that he shouldn't talk with food in his mouth. I don't have much strength or courage to do it though cause only God knows what will happen after that. So instead, I bring the glass of orange juice to my mouth, deciding that it would be better if I just put something in my empty stomach.

"Aah, look who decided to wake up and join us for breakfast." Harry says cheerfully and I immediately look up from my food out of curiosity.

I feel my breath hitching at the sight of him. The fork in my shivering hand falling onto the plate as I stare at him with eyes as wide as saucers. No, he can't really be here. I close my eyes for a second, hoping that he's just a hallucination and won't be here when I will open my them but my hopes are crushed and a small cry escapes my lips when I open my eyes and find him standing next to my chair now, so much closer than I want him to be.

"Hello, darling." He says with a small smirk, mischief dancing in his eyes and he moves forward and lightly presses his lips to my temple and before I can even comprehend what's happening he moves away, standing up straight.

"Everyone I'm extremely sorry that I'm late." He announce loudly, pulling out the chair next to me and sitting on it.

I feel my hands becoming clammy, due to the fact that he's sitting at barely just an arm's length away from him . My heart is beating at an inhumane pace and my breathing is harsh, chest heaving up and down rapidly. I can do it now, I can tell Harry about everything he's done and about his evil plans but I can't find my voice. It feels like my head has stopped functioning properly.

"Baby girl, you okay?" My head snaps in the direction of the voice. Harry's looking at me with concern written all over his face and just one look at him causes my eyes to fill up with tears.

"What's wrong?" Harry mutters quietly, dragging his seat closer to mine and taking a hold of my hand.

With a little found strength I part my lips and find myself mouthing the word 'home' to him. It surreal how I'm calling Harry's mansion, home. Never in a million years I had thought that one day, I'll be so desperate to be there instead any other place. I had never thought that I'll find the house of my kidnapper safe.

"Okay." Harry says with a nod of his head, standing up from his place at the same time. "Okay, let's get you home, baby doll."

"What's wrong, is she okay?" I hear Liam mutter but I don't turn around to look at him, instead I stare at Harry who nods his head at Liam before standing up from his seat.

Harry pulls my chair out before gently scooping me up into his arms. Even though I'm fully aware that Josh must be noticing our every move, I try not to pay much mind to it, quickly wrapping my arms around Harry's neck, head pressing against his chest in an attempt to feel safe and comfortable. Harry gives my body a light squeeze as if silently telling me that I'm safe with him.

"Relax. We'll just grab your sandals and then we're out of here." Harry whispers, pressing his lips to my forehead as he walks us away from him, Josh.

"Harry." I hear Josh call out for him, causing Harry to stop in his tracks and turning around. "I need to have a word with you, before you leave."

A small, shaky breath escapes my mouth at his words, my mind thinking of all the possible things he can say to Harry. The worst of them all being, What if he says something that will make Harry angry and hit me more often?

"I'll be here in a minute." Harry tell him with a nod of his head before turning around again.

I'm placed on to the bed of the same room we slept in last night and Harry sits down next to me. His hand comes up to the nape of my neck and I shiver involuntarily when his warm fingers glide over my skin, the feeling so foreign to me.

"We need to discuss this." Harry mutters lowly, his other hand grabbing my chin to make me look at him. "Whatever is bothering you. We'll sort it out together, yeah?" He asks, raising his eyebrows at me and I reluctantly nod in response, fully aware that this shit can not be sorted out so easily.

"Okay." Harry lets out a breath before standing up, "I'll go see what Josh wants and then we're out of this place." He tells me before turning away from me.

"Harry, listen." I say and he stops, looking over his shoulder at me. "I..can we just not leave? You talk to him later." I try to sound calm and cool as I say those words, silently praying for him to say yes.

Harry gives me a small smile, fully turning around and kneeling down on the floor in front me, he takes my hand in his, squeezing it gently before saying, "Why do you want to go home all of the sudden?"

I part my lips to say something, to come up with some excuse but nothing comes to my mind and I just blink at him like a fool.

"I won't be gone long, just five to ten minutes. Maybe you should come with me, yeah?" I immediately shake my head at his question. No, being in the same room as that bastard is not what I'll ever want.

"I'll wait here." I tell him quietly and Harry smiles, moving forward and pecking my nose before he stands up to his feet again.

With every step he takes away from me, I feel the tension building up more and more in my stomach, thinking about what they will talk about and I decide that it's time that I make my move before Josh.

"Harry?" I call out, just when he's turning the knob to open the door.

"Yes, love?" He questions and I take in a deep breath and gulp in the knot forming in my throat, mentally preparing myself to say the words.

"I..I l-love you, okay?" There, I feel my stomach churning and bile rises in my throat as soon as the words leave my mouth. My subconscious screaming at me for being a bitch, playing trick on a naive guy.

"Always more, baby." He mutters quietly and I swear that for the very first time, I see the smile reaching his eyes.