Harry is front of me in less than a second while I try to comprehend what o should do now, his eyes travel from my face to the tub full of water before he looks back at me, a smile still present on his lips.

"Taking a bath, I see. I think it means that you're feeling better, yeah?" He asks as his hands come up to cup my neck, his fingers gliding up and down my soapy skin, the feeling is ticklish and weird, but I say nothing. One thing that I have learned about him is that denial to anything he wants to do makes him lose his temper, big time.

"Yes." I say with a nod, my voice hoarse from crying. Maybe I should get used to my voice coming out like this, it's been so long since I actually spoke in my normal voice. Now, it comes out either squeaky or husky, nothing normal left in my life.

I feel Harry's fingers gliding down from my neck to my shoulder and I immediately tense up, mentally screaming at him to not test my limits.

"Relax." This is the only word that comes out of his mouth, fingers massaging my shoulders as he whispers, "Do you want me to wash your hair? I know you love it."

His words immediately bring back the memories of the first time Harry made me have a bath. I was amazed by how gently he washed my hair, how much his gentleness contrast with his angry, psychotic behaviour. It makes sense now though, he did it because Stella loved getting her hair washed by him.

I'm not sure how long I remain lost in my thoughts but it's long enough to make Harry groan in impatience at the lack of my response before saying,"I don't have all day, someone's waiting for us downstairs." Then without waiting for another second, he takes ahold of my forearm and walks towards the bath tub, I follow him quietly, knowing that him washing my hair is a far more better option than him staring at my naked body or touching it.

I climb into the tub, resting my head against it's edge while Harry grabs the bottle of shampoo, squirting some of it on the his palm before rubbing his hands together and bringing them to my head. His fingers massage every inch of my scalp slowly and I close my eyes at how heavenly and soothing it feels. It like there's a magic in his fingers, making all my worries go away.

"You know," Harry's says lowly, pausing for a second as he applies a little pressure on my scalp and I control the moan begging to be released from my throat, focusing on what Harry's saying " I actually came to the room to inform you that food's ready but here I am washing my lovely girlfriend's hair." Harry finishes with a small chuckle, the adoration in his voice when he says 'lovely girlfriend' makes me feel bad for the poor guy, what the heck did he do to go through all this shit?

"All done." Harry says after a while as he pours water over my head and washes away the shampoo. I let out a small sigh when he remove his fingers from my hair, not happy that the good time is over already. "I'm going to the living room now, be there as soon as you're done." With that, he presses a kiss to my temple and stands up, going over to the basin he washes his hand before drying them off with the white towel.

His eyes snap in my direction once he's done and I immediately avert my gaze towards the wall in front of me, hoping he didn't caught me staring.

"Your clothes and all other stuff is still where you left them, just thought I should tell you." Harry says and I'm left thinking where the hell was it before Stella left. Oh well, seems like i will have to do some exploring.

"Okay." I say quietly and Harry turns around towards the door, he's turning the knob when I decide that I should thank him for washing my hair.

"Hey Harry." I call out and he stops what he's doing, lookin over his shoulder in my direction. "Thank you for you know... washing my hair." And this time my voice is squeaky and high pitched, making me want to roll my eyes. Harry turns around to face me fully, smiling widely, he strides towards me and lowers himself, pecking my lips lightly before moving away.

"No, thank you for letting me wash 'em, love." He says before turning around again and walking out of the door.

I blink a couple of times once Harry's out of the door, is this all even true? Why the hell he has become so normal all of the sudden? Bringing my hand up, I pinch my arm wincing right after and blink again waiting for me to wake up but that doesn't happen. Holy hell, it's not a dream, I actually had a normal conversation with Harry without me spitting on him or him beating me. Wow.

I lower my head into the water, lying there with my eyes close, not wanting to get out of the tub but I know that I have to. Don't want to displease Harry, do I? I groan at the thought, how long can I do what Harry wants. I am not the type to follow rules, I do what I want, how I want and yet here I am trying to do everything for the guy who kidnapped me. Ironic it is.

A sigh escapes my mouth and I open my eyes, not wanting to think about what will be my future with Harry. Climbing out of the tub I walk towards the cabinet from where Harry took out a towel, opening it, I find about five towels, all of them lying there in a pile, two of them are white in color while the other three are a bright orange. I wonder if they belong to her, Stella. My aunt. The thought makes me shudder, did I really have an aunt? The image of her being in the same bathroom using these orange towels crosses my mind and I retract my hand from them, instead I grab the white towels, wrapping one around my hair and the other one around my body.

I glance at myself in the full length mirror for a second before padding towards the door, I peek out of the it, making sure that no one's in the room before walking out. I run my eyes all across the room before deciding to check the closet for the clothes and of course there they are. Entire closet is full of women clothes, I go through them, each and ever article shouting expensive. I take out a black skinny jeans and a plain white t-shirt, my favorite combination. In one corner, all the lingerie is hanged, not paying much attention to all the lacy bras and panties I choose a one simple black pair hanged at the very end.

Once I'm done putting on the clothes, I walk towards the dressing table, staring at my reflection, I literally freak out at how perfectly the clothes fit me, how is it even possible for two people to have exactly same face and figure? Sounds crazy as fuck. Grabbing a hair brush, I brush my hair before taking in a deep breath, trying to brace myself before going out of the room and facing Harry and his guest.

As I make myself towards the living room, the ugly thought of his guest being Josh crosses my mind and I stop in my tracks. What if it's really him? I can't face him, not yet, not ever! I decide that it will be better if I stay in the room until the unknown person leaves. I turn around to go back to the room but Harry's voice makes me stop yet again.

"Stella." He calls out and I look over my shoulder seeing him approaching me. His eye brows are raised as he grasp my hand, " Were you going back to the room? C'mon, you can go there after you eat something and meet our guest." Harry tells me, a smirk forming on his lips as he tugs on my hand lightly.

"Who is it?" I ask him in a low whisper, keeping my feet glued to the ground and not moving an inch..

"Come and find out, my love." Harry tells me and starts walking. I wiggle my hand, in an attempt to snatch it away from his grasp. Why the fuck can he not tell whose here?

"I don't want to meet anyone, Harry." I tell him, looking up at him with my eye brows furrowed. I watch as Harry's eyes narrows and his jaw clenches at my defiance and immediately I feel the tears forming in my eyes. I don't even know what the hell is wrong with me, crying over every small thing. "Please, Harry."

All of the sudden I'm pushed against the wall, the breath knocking out of my lungs at the harsh contact with the cold ceramic.

"I don't even know what's gotten into you." Harry hisses as he hovers over me, his hands are on my waist, fingers digging harshly into my flesh, the thin material of my shirt not doing any good to protect my skin from his animalistic actions.

"I'm not in mood to see anyone, Harry. That's all. Can I not just stay alone?" I rush out my words before adding, "With you." Hoping that these words will make him change his mind. That's all he really needs, right? Little affection and love.

Just as I had thought, the words do have an affect on Harry. His hands on my waist goes limp, fingers no longer digging in my flesh like before and he let's out a breath from his nose, pressing his forehead against mine.

"But Zayn's come a long way just to see us, just because I asked him to. It's not polite to tell him that you don't wanna see him."

"Zayn?" I say, testing how the name rolls off my tongue, It's a strange name.

"Yes, Zayn. I know that the surprise is ruined but at least you've changed your mind, yeah?" Harry asks, a small smile forming on his lips when I nod my head. I'm okay with seeing anyone whose not Josh. Harry pulls away from me and grabbing my hand he leads me to the living room.

Zayn is staring out of the glass window when we reach the room, he is a tall, lean guy dressed in black jeans and a black leather jacket. The sound of our foot steps makes me turn around to face us and I let out a small inaudible gasp. Holy hell, he just...fuck. To say that he is the hottest guy I've ever seen in my entire life won't be an understatement. His jet black hair are combed to perfection, some of the strands falling on his face, his hazel eyes complimenting his black get up and then there's beard on his face, making him look like a God. Asians and their beauty, damn.

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