Summary: As a new professor at Hogwarts, you knew separating your present and your past within the walls was an important distinction to maintain your respectability. But finding out that your coworker was your schoolgirl crush for five years hadn’t been part of the plan. Pairing: Hoseok | Reader Genre: Fluff/Smut; Harry Potter AU Word Count: 13,788 Author’s Note: Took advantage of some Hoseok feelings I’ve been suffering from as of late and decided to pair it with my Harry Potter AUs!!!! Once again, tagging @chokemejimin who has asked to tagged in my HP works!! Hope you like it!
There’s a saying that goes around that often relates to the idea that people, places, or things that were once daunting and terrifying gradually start to become less intimidating with the help of time, growth, maturity—all those things you never believed would happen to you. After all, who wants to welcome the idea of growing old with opened arms?
You remember being seventeen and witnessing what you had believed would be the last sight you would ever get of Hogwarts, the comforting walls that housed seven years of your childhood, seven years worth of secrets, friendships, youth, innocence, and a desperation to chase after something you didn’t quite know about yet. Being as young and naive and indecisive as you were, it would have been difficult to comprehend the idea of returning, if returning to Hogwarts was something you even thought to consider in the first place. It never was.
It’s funny how much you had a tendency to return back to the place that reminded you most of home. Despite the history behind its walls, the war across the campus, Hogwarts remains consistent and peaceful and traditional. Unlike your very first day at eleven years old, you brush in through the doors of Hogwarts with a grace of familiarity. No longer do the tall walls that seem to stretch out to the ceiling terrify you and no longer do the endless corridors frighten you. You’re no longer a student who perhaps did not know any better. You’ve returned as a professor, just a little bit older and just a little bit wiser.
The baggage handle curled around your fingertips feel as if they’re growing heavier and heavier the longer you find yourself making your way through the outside courtyard of the school, towards the castle, trying to make your way to the new quarters you had been gifted with as a new educator of the institute. In spite of the struggle, it’s hard to keep the bounce out of your step, the smile across your features, because although returning back to the rooms of your past is not something you would have elected to spend your career under, it’s a new whole sensation approaching Hogwarts and knowing that you would get to do something and invest your time in something you were always particularly passionate about.
You’re just reaching the front steps of the school, before a voice calls out to you, striking a chord of familiarity in your heart as you let the tone sink into your mind and rummage through the archives of your brain. “Hey, you need some help with that?”
It’s an Older Sibling Thing (Part 2): Please Come Home
Characters: Dean Winchester x Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Friend!Reader
Length: 1544+ words
TW: Descriptions of Injuries. Character death. Just sadness and angst all over (I made myself cry writing this tbh)
A/N: There was so many interest in a Part 2, and at first I wasn’t going to write one, but after my exam yesterday, I got into a flow of writing it, and I finished it! Hope you guys like it! Feedback is encouraged!
“What the hell, Dean?!” Sam shouted. He had given his older brother the silent treatment from the moment they left the motel weeks ago. But seeing Dean, relaxing on the couch, with a beer in hand, not even fazed that he had kicked out one of their closest friend irked Sam to no end. “What did you say to her?!”
The oldest Winchester rolled his eyes, crossing his arms in defiantly. “I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.”
“Why’d she leave?”
“Beats me.” Dean shrugged, taking another gulp of his drink.
“She said she understands why you kicked her out,” Sam said in a more quieter tone, changing his tactics.
“Good. At least she knows she was a selfish-”
“Dean!” Sam exclaimed, shocked that his brother would say such things about someone who they were close friends with.
“How can you not be angry?” Dean asked. “Because of her, you were hurt, Sam! It’s my job to protect you, and she was in the way of that.”
“You’re an idiot, you know that?”
“She didn’t tell the demons anything. You think the demons haven’t picked up a few things from us?”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Dean asked, his eyes narrowing in curiosity.
“They only kidnapped Y/N for her phone. They used the same tactic as we do when we’re tracking someone- all you need is a phone number.”
“Son of a bitch.”
“Yea. You fucked up, Dean. Whatever you said to her, you fucked up.”
“No. Fix this, Dean. I was my sister back.” Sam shook his head, walking away to his room.
The hazel-eyed man stopped, turning his slightly around to look at his brother’s confused face. “She’s always been family to us- to me at least. And you kicking her out like that doesn’t change that.”
“Dammit,” Dean cursed under his breath, watching his younger brother walk away. “Fuck.” He closed his eyes tightly, trying to think of ways to fix his mess.
i’ll never be
“the one that got away”
because you told me to leave
and i did
so what does that make me?
“the one who left”?
“the one who listened”?
“the one that wanted to stay”?
“the one that would still be here if you wanted me”?
”the one that’s still here even though you’re long gone” (cc, 2017)
Draco had no idea what had possessed him to say yes to the
photoshoot. The editor of Witch Weekly had practically begged him. She
had been over the moon that famous Harry Potter had agreed to a very
personal photo series and the editor wanted the best photographer for
this. So naturally, she had come to Draco.
“I want the Chosen One as
we’ve never seen him before. I want sultry, I want sassy, I want steamy,
I want sex!” she had practically screamed at him. He had been reluctant
at first. He had no desire to be anywhere near his former arch-nemesis.
But this was a great opportunity.
So here they were, in Draco’s studio, Potter in his old Gryffindor
uniform. It clung to his body more tightly than Draco remembered. The
prat had filled out quite a bit.
For the Love of Harry, Part Seven (probable final chapter)
Trigger warnings: Kidnapping, physical assault, attempted sexual assault
“She would have told me if she wasn’t going to be here!” Harry insists, as he tells his people you are missing. He paces back and forth, his fingers constantly finding his hair.
“Tell me again…” Jeffrey starts.
“The driver that was supposed to pick her up from work to bring her home said someone called him on my behalf, saying she didn’t need a ride tonight,” Harry explained again. “I didn’t make that call or ask anyone to make it for me! Isn’t that proof enough that something has happened?”
“What time did she get off work?” the police investigator asked.
“She gets off at 5 every night unless she works late for some reason,” Harry answered, taking a deep breath.
“And have you tried calling her workplace, or any friends that she may be with?” he asks.
“Her supervisor said she left regular time, and the only friend she would have left with is her best friend, who hasn’t seen her,” Harry’s voice said, shaking a bit.
“Hey,” Jeffrey says, placing a hand on Harry’s shoulder, “We’ll find her, okay?” Harry nods nervously.
“Open this door and let me out right now!” you demand, trying to open the locked doors.
“Babes, just relax, alright?” Alex says to you, trying to calm you. He tries to hold your hand but you pull it away quickly.
“I am not your babes!” you yell at him. “Do you realize that kidnapping is a crime? Are you a complete idiot?”
“I just want to talk to you!” he insists. “You won’t let me talk with you.”
“Alex!” you scream. “You had a fake driver pick me up, then jumped in the car down the street and locked me inside, not to mention you hit me recently! Now, ask yourself why I might not want to talk to you!”
“I understand,” he says calmly. “I apologized for hitting you, but in all fairness, you deserved it, didn’t you? Pay for our sins, don’t we?”
“So now you’re our lord and savior?” you ask, growing more angry. You grab your phone and start to dial Harry’s number but Alex grabs the phone out of your hand. “Give me my phone!”
He tucks it into his pocket and ignores your request. “Sweetheart, you are going to come back to my apartment and, once you are calm and cooperating, we are going to have a little talk.”
“The fuck we are,” you say. You reach for your phone again, until you feel Alex’s fist smash your cheek and see your world fade to black.
Jeffrey opens Harry’s front door as the investigator returns.
“We retrieved the surveillance footage from her workplace,” the investigator informs. “This is the car she got into.” They watch a copy of the footage showing you walk from the building to the car and getting inside, then the car pulling away. “We’ve checked the car and it was rented. We’re working on finding out who rented it and who the driver is.”
“God, I can’t believe this is happening,” Harry exhales, watching as the footage of you getting into the car plays again. “Where could she be, Jeffrey? Who’s taken her?”
“Mr. Styles,” the investigator continues. “I assure you we are doing everything in our power to find her.”
Harry looks at him, lost, for a moment, then nods. “Thank you.”
The pounding in your head wakes you. Your eyes slowly open as the ceiling of the room comes into view. You blink, trying to gain better focus of your surroundings. Where am I? you wonder. You look around the tiny room, sparse of furniture and not very clean. There is a musty, dingy smell that makes you crinkle your nose. You pull yourself to sitting up, your hand quickly finding your thumping skull as the memory of why your head hurts so badly comes back to you.
You look around the room, gloomy and dark, save for a lamp with no shade in one of the corners, it’s bulb burning dimly to keep the room from being a cave from the large boards over what must be windows. What in the hell? What has he done?
“Well, did you have a nice little nap, sweetheart?” you hear Alex say behind you as he walks in from another room. “Didn’t think you were ever going to wake up!”
“Maybe if you hadn’t smashed my head with your fist…” you start.
“That was not my fault,” he smiles at you, shaking his head. “You were not cooperating. I told you I just want to talk with you, and you treat me so cruel.”
“I treat you cruel?” you scoff. “Are you fucking kidding me right now? Who is holding whom hostage?”
“Hostage?” Alex questions in shock. “You’re not my hostage! You’re my girlfriend!”
“The hell I am!” you yell. “Alex, this is kidnapping! Even you should be able to see that!”
Alex ignores your comment and smiles. “Want to see something?” he says, looking at you sweetly. “I got something for you.”
“I don’t want anything from you,” you spit. “I want to go home. Now!”
“Look,” Alex says, ignoring your demand. He opens the breast of his shirt, revealing a tattoo on his chest, which is your name with a rose next to it. “I got it for you, darling. Now you are forever next to my heart.”
You were in shock. You could not believe he got a tattoo because of you.
“You’re insane,” you say pointedly. “You…are insane!”
You stand quickly causing your head to spin. Alex jumps to grab your arm and sets you back down on the bed.
“Careful, princess,” he instructs. “Mustn’t endanger yourself while your head is not well.”
You pull your arm from his grasp and look at him with disgust. He leans to you, trying to kiss you and you push him away.
“No! Stop it!” you yell at him. “Stay away from me!”
You instinctively grab a glass vase with dead flowers that is setting on the table next to the bed, hurling it at Alex’s head, breaking as it makes contact with his scalp. Alex yells in pain as you stand to run away, but feel his hand grab your leg and pull you to the ground. You fight him with every ounce of strength that you have, kicking him in the balls, causing him to fall to the floor in pain. You stand and run to the door of the apartment, struggling to open it. You stare unbelievingly at the locks stacked one on top of each other down the length of the door. You begin to cry slightly, realizing each lock required a key to open. You look around, searching for a key, then feel another blow to your head, as you drop to the floor in blackness.
Harry opens the front door of his home, allowing Kari to come inside. She immediately wraps her arms around him, tears streaming her face. He comforts her, then leads her to a chair to sit in.
“Where is she, Harry? Why hasn’t anyone found her yet?” Kari begs, crying and wiping her face with a tissue.
“I wish I knew, love,” Harry says, holding her hand in his. “The police are searching and trying to find her. They are going to be showing her photo on the news and in the papers, hoping someone somewhere has seen her. I wanted you to know before it happened.”
Kari nods her head and wipes her running nose. “This is just crazy! Do they have any suspects of who may have taken her, at least?”
Harry clinches his jaw and shakes his head.
“I’ve hired my own investigators to work with the police to try and find her,” Harry tells her. “We’ll find her, sweetheart. We just have to.” Harry hugs her again, trying to comfort your best friend, knowing she is hurting just as much as he is.
Your eyes slit open as your head spins again. So tired. You feel like you could sleep for a week. You lift your head and look in front of you, seeing you are sitting in one of the dining chairs at the table. Your arms are secured somehow behind the back of the chair, and your feet around the front legs. You try to free yourself, but you are zapped of strength and nauseous.
“Good morning, sunshine! I’m fixing us some breakfast. You must be hungry! You ate nothing last night,” Alex said as he stirred the eggs on the stovetop. “Still like scrambled eggs, I’m guessing?” He looks at you, expecting you to speak or at least nod, but you just look at him in shock. “Oh, come on now. This isn’t so bad, is it? We lived together for two years. I suppose I owe you a few meals now.”
You watch him as he cooks the eggs, and butters toast after it pops up from the toaster on the counter. As he pours you both a glass of juice, you take the opportunity to scope out the apartment. The apartment seemed large, although it didn’t have much furniture and no decorations, so maybe it just appeared larger than it was. You notice again the large pieces of wood covering all of the windows. There was a sofa and one chair, the dining table and two chairs, a door that had led to the little bedroom you awoke in the day before, and another door which you assumed led to the bathroom. You are shocked out of your visual tour by the sound of a plate and fork being sat on the table in front of you, with a glass of juice next to it. Alex sat in the other chair, moving it close to you. You felt his hand on your knee under the table and tried to move your leg away the best you could with being bound to a chair.
“Eat up, now,” Alex grins.
“Yeah?” you ask. “And how the fuck am I supposed to do that? Untie my hands!”
“I can’t do that, now can I?” Alex teases with a giggle. “Someone hasn’t learned how to control her temper.”
Alex takes your fork, digs it through the food, and holds it to your mouth. You pull your head back away from the fork, refusing to eat.
“You need to eat, babes,” Alex insists. “You need to keep up your strength. Can’t have you weak for that animalistic sex we’re going to have later.” He laughs at the look you give him. “I tease…that will come later. I know you aren’t ready for that again yet.”
You couldn’t believe how delusional he was. You knew he didn’t take the breakup well, but this was crazy. Alex tries again to get you to eat but you move your face away from him.
“Alright, have it your way,” Alex says, eating the bite himself and scraping the food off your plate and onto his. “But at some point, you’re going to have to eat.”
After what must have been hours of sitting in that chair, you realize you are nodding off to sleep. You jolt awake when you hear Alex yawn loudly. He flips through the tv channels, not finding anything he wants to watch.
“I have to pee, Alex,” you say to him directly. He ignores you. “Alex!” He looks at you, then throws the remote on the sofa next to him, seeming irritated that you are interrupting his tv time. Alex walks to where you are sitting in the dining chair, and kneels in front of you, placing his hands on your knees.
“Do…not…try…anything,” he says with a cold, dark look in his eyes that frightens you. “You will start peeing where you sit if you do. Is that understood?” You look at him, your heart beating in your throat, and nod. “Good girl.” He unbinds your feet, then looks at you again before unbinding your hands. Knowing you are probably weak from lack of nutrition and movement, he grabs you elbow to help you up. After walking you to the bathroom door, he stands at the doorway, allowing you to walk inside. You look at him as you close the door, looking at the handle, confused.
“There is no lock,” you hear from outside the door. You take a deep breath and pull your panties down from under your dress, allowing your bladder to empty with great relief into the toilet. You clean yourself, flush, and wash your hands, looking at your reflection in the mirror. You were a mess…hair ragged, falling from it’s now-quite-literal messy bun…bruise on your cheek, and feeling a slight, tender lump on the back of your head. “Hurry my darling or I will come in and get you,” he says with a chuckle. You look around the room quickly in an attempt at a quick visualization of the area, then open the door. You pull the band from your hair and smooth your straying hair back into a bun on top of your head.
“So lovely, princess,” Alex says, reaching for your hair as you pull back away from him. You note the irritated look on his face, then walk past him into the other room. “Now, if you promise to be a good girl, I’ll let you sit on the sofa for a few minutes.” You look at him, then walk to the sofa, as he attempts to sit next to you. Without second thinking it, you stand and sit in the chair, leaving him to the sofa.
“What are you trying to get from this, Alex?” you boldly ask. “Hm? What could you possibly get from this besides a sentence to prison?”
“Oh, I’m not worried about that, sweetheart,” he scoffs with a smirk. “I told you, I just want to talk.”
“So talk,” you say, plainly. “So far all you’ve done is hit. If you want to talk…then talk, so I can go home.”
“What you seem to forget is, I am in charge now,” he squints his eyes at you, making you shiver slightly. “I don’t do what you say. You do what I say. We will talk, don’t you fret. But right now, I need to run an errand.”
Alex stands, walking into the bedroom for a moment then swiftly returning. He walks to the table and pulls out a chair, tapping it with his hand. You stay sitting in your chair defiantly.
“Come on now, princess,” he says. “Don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be. I’m going to go get something for you. I promise I’ll be right back. Won’t have time to miss me.”
You continue looking at him from your chair with an intense look of anger. He sighs deeply, dropping his ring of keys down into his pocket and walking quickly to you. Your heart begins to race as swallowing seems difficult. He stands in front of you, grabbing you and pulling you up from the chair.
“Let go of me!” you yell in his face. “Stop! Alex, let go of me, you prick!”
Alex lifts you from the floor so that your feet dangle near his ankles, your arms bound by his hold, as he carries you to the kitchen, setting you roughly down on the chair. You fight against him, causing him to struggle, and he becomes angry.
“Just…cooperate!” He yells at you, as you sink your teeth into his hand. He screams in pain as you try to run, but he grabs you and you fall face first to the wood floor, your chin hitting it as blood drips from your mouth to the floor. You feel him quickly wrap something around your wrists, clasping then tightly behind your back as you yell. He lifts you from the floor, causing pain in your arms and shoulders, and heaves you heavily into the chair, binding you once again into it. When he finishes, he looks at you with a disgusted and exhausted look, pissed that you make him work so hard to keep you.
Alex takes one finger and wipes the blood from the corner of your mouth, examining the growing welt on your chin. You see the anger in his face and prepare yourself mentally for the blow you expect him to inflict on you, closing your eyes tightly. After a short moment, you open your eyes and see him backing away from you and walking toward the door. He unlocks all of the locks with the keys from the ring he had dropped into his pocket. He looks at you then closes the door, relocking all of the locks from the outside, as you hear his footsteps fading down the hallway.
Harry sits on his sofa, rocking back and forth without realizing. It had been four days already. Four days without you. Four days without knowing where you are, or if you are okay. He had been surrounded by family and friends who had come to comfort and support him, but now he found himself alone somehow. He stood and grabbed his phone from the table. He looked at your contact photo, touching your lips with his thumb, begging that if there is a god, to please, let you pick up when he calls. He pushes your name, sending the call through and hears the ringing on his end.
He hears it go to your voicemail, and breaks down at the sound of your voice. He hears the familiar beep…the same one he’s heard with every message he’s left since you disappeared. He hates that beep.
“Baby,” Harry says, sniffing and wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. “If you have any way of hearing this…know that we are looking for you. I will never…ever stop looking for you. I love you…so much…” his voice tightens, as the message cuts off.
Alex sets the plate of food down in front of you, with a bottle of water next to it.
“Now…are you going to cooperate with me today, princess?” Alex asks sweetly, smiling at you with a wink. “You have to eat, angel. You’ve barely eaten a morsel since…well, since you’ve been living with me again. The water isn’t going to hold you. You need nutrition. Now…” he says, placing food on the fork and holding it in front of your mouth. “Little bite for me, love?”
You look at the food on the fork. You are starving. Your stomach hurts due to the lack of food in it. You wrap your mouth around the tongs, pulling the food into your mouth.
“Aw!” Alex praises. “That’s my girl!”
Alex closes his eyes as he feels the food from your mouth spat into his face. He looks at you with irritation, lifting his napkin to his face and wiping it clean. You smirk at him, knowing you’ve pissed him off and happy about it.
“Shame,” Alex says, setting his napkin down again. “Tastes really good tonight.”
Alex continues to eat as you sit and watch, starving but not giving him the satisfaction of caving to him.
Harry’s family and friends surround him, his mom and sister on either side of him, as he speaks into the camera of the press conference.
“And to the person who took her…please…please bring her home. She is terribly missed,” Harry says as he wipes a tear from his eye. “And love…if you can hear me…I love you more than you can imagine, and we will get you home again. Stay strong, sweetheart.”
Harry turns the conference to his PR, who fields questions. They show posters with a current photo of you on it, pleading with the public to keep their eyes open, and to contact the police if they suspect anything at all.
When the press conference ends, Harry returns to his home with his loved ones. It’s a somber time, but Harry refuses to believe you will not be returned to him.
“She just has to come home again, mum,” he says, his throat full of tension and eyes filled with tears. “I love her so much.”
“I know you do, sweetheart,” she comforts him.
Harry leans over and lays his head on his mom’s shoulder as she strokes his hair. Sitting in a daze, the doorbell rings and someone answers it and walks to Harry.
“Harry,” the person says, getting his attention. “There’s someone here to see you. Says he’s an old friend and just heard. Name’s Alex.”
Harry leans up in surprise, unbelieving that Alex has come to see him. He stands and walks to the door, opening it and seeing Alex standing in front of him, seeming distraught.
“Harry,” Alex says, shaking his head. “Mate, I’m so sorry. I just heard. Saw your press conference in the pub earlier.” Harry just looks at him, unsure what to say. “Do you have any leads? Can I help in any way?”
Harry looks at him before speaking, then shakes his head, untrusting and curious. “No. No real leads yet.” He says nothing more and looks at Alex in suspicion.
“I hate hearing it,” Alex says. “I know you and I had our differences that involved her, but once you were my best mate. And once she was the love of my life. I’m sure she’ll show up at some point. Girl’s holiday, maybe.” Alex smiled at Harry, but Harry’s stare was unwavering.
“What happened to your lip?” Harry asks pointedly. Alex put his hand to the wound on his lip that he had acquired the evening before when you had caught him off guard. Harry notices what looks like a bite mark on Alex’s hand, but says nothing as Alex lowers his hand.
“Got into a bit of a scuffle with someone from work…nothing really…my fault,” Alex says, hoping he convinces Harry. The look on Harry’s face makes Alex feel it is time for him to leave. “Listen…if there’s anything I can do…or if you need anything…maybe we’ve had our differences, but I want to help if I can.”
Harry stares then nods slightly as Alex turns around and walks quickly to his car. Harry watches as he pulls away and out of the drive on the property. Harry looks at the police inspector who is talking to someone nearby.
“Him,” Harry says, sternly. “You need to check him out.”
The inspector walks to him. “Who is he? Why do you think we should look into him?”
“He’s her ex,” Harry said. “She broke up with him and he had a hard time getting over it. He and I used to be mates until I got together with her. He also has a split lip and a bite mark on his hand. Can you please check into him?”
The inspector nods and takes down the information Harry gives him. Why Harry hadn’t thought of Alex before now makes Harry angry and remorseful. He hoped that if Alex was involved with your disappearance, that he hadn’t hurt you.
You feel like shit. Weak, tired, and sad. You’ve managed to steal a morsel of food here and there, but somehow that has just made it worse. You saw the dark circles under your eyes when you looked in the bathroom mirror. You knew not eating was slowly killing you, but you made sure to drink water when he gave it to you. You knew you wouldn’t survive long without it, and you were determined to see Harry again.
Alex had slacked back a bit as you became weaker and less combative. He allowed you to not be tied down when he left, knowing that you could never manage to get through all the locks on the door, and the windows were boarded tightly in with screws. He felt comfortable knowing you couldn’t escape.
“I’m going to leave for a bit,” Alex told you. “Are you going to stay in bed and sleep all day, princess?”
You didn’t look at him, continuing to stare at the dirty white wall of the apartment. “Yes,” you said admittedly.
“Alright then,” he says, laughing. “There is food in the kitchen. I suggest you eat. You’re not looking very good today.” You shoot him a ‘go to hell’ look then stare at the wall again. “It’s not my fault you won’t eat, love. I’ll see you in a bit.”
Alex walks to the door, unlocking all the locks, then pulling the door closed behind him, relocking them. You drag yourself out of bed and use the restroom, then walk into the kitchen and find something to eat, just enough to keep you from passing out but not enough that Alex would notice. You walk around the apartment, going crazy.
“Is it too much to ask for some fucking fresh air?!” you yell loudly.
You walk to the large windows, covered in boards, and look at them closely. You notice they are screwed in and inspect them thoughtfully. You try to pull on the corners but they have no give. You quickly walk to the bathroom where you saw a small pair of clippers, then returned to the large windows. Using the straight edge of the small file, you place it in the slit of the screw head and slowly move it. You smile and breath more rapidly as you realize it is actually turning the screws. You finally get one screw out and use the file to ream out the hole a bit, making it look as if it is still screwed but actually turning freely. You work on another screw, which is in much tighter than the first. As you try to turn the tiny screw head, the file of the clipper abruptly breaks, sending the piece of metal flying into the air.
“Shit!” you say, exasperated.
You panic slightly, knowing that if Alex found out what you were doing, you would pay for it, but also knowing that now his clipper file was broken. How would you explain that? You found the piece that had broken and flown, and hid it in a crack in the wall, then continued working on the screw. You aren’t sure how long you worked on it, but as your were about to start another hole, you hear the locks turning on the door. You quickly hide the nail file deep down under the cushions of the sofa and turn, pretending to be napping on the sofa.
Alex pushes the door open, seeing you asleep on the sofa, and shakes his head, smiling.
“Lazy muffin, you are,” he grins.
You hear him locking the locks back, hearing only 3 of the 6 lock into place. You scrunch your brows slightly as you try to peer through the slits of your eyes, but see him walking toward you and squeeze them closed again. Without thinking, Alex sets the key ring down on the table and walks to where you lay. He watches your face and checks your breathing, convinced you are asleep, then walks to the washroom. You hear the door shut, sitting up on the edge of the sofa, and quietly tip-toeing to the table. You carefully pick up the keys, trying to not make a sound, then shuffling to the door and trying the keys in the locks. Your fingers shake as you try the first key in the top lock and it doesn’t work. You try it in the second, groaning quietly in frustration as it again doesn’t work. In the third lock, you quietly hear the lock release and smile. You grab another key and begin trying it in another lock, but as you hear the lock, you realize it has locked that lock instead of unlocking it.
‘That bastard!’ you yell in your head. He was smarter than you gave him credit for, locking specific locks so that even if you figured out which key went to which lock, you would always be locking some of them. You become flustered and try another key in another lock, shaking and beginning to perspire slightly from your nerves, as you feel a hand over your mouth, and Alex dragging you toward the kitchen chair.
“Very…bad…girl…” he says in your ear. “I’m too smart for you, princess. You’ll never escape from me.”
With much struggling and fighting, he manages to get you secured and bound into the chair once again, as your tears begin to flow down your face and you openly cry. You had always considered yourself a very strong person, but you didn’t know how much more you could take. It did indeed seem like Alex had planned this so meticulously that you had no chance of getting away from him.
You wept, sitting in the chair, feeling helpless and hopeless. Alex stood still, watching you, and genuinely felt bad. As warped as his intentions were with you, he didn’t want you to be sad with him. He wanted you to be happy with him. He left you there to cry and went into the other room.
“Have you found anything yet?” Harry asked the police inspector as he opened the door for him.
“Nothing substantial, but we have been investigating Alex,” he returned. “Quite an odd duck.”
“Yes,” Harry agreed, “but why do you say so?”
The inspector describes what they’ve found so far. “His purchase activity with his credit card is very odd. Nothing unusual with food purchases or personal care items,” he explained. “But…an unusual amount of tape rolls…large box of screws and boards…several decks of cards…and some haphazard furniture choices at a second-hand shop. Plus the address we show for him, he no longer lives at, and we can’t seem to find where he does live.”
Harry put his head down, shaking his head in frustration.
“It’s been a week, sir,” Harry says, exhausted, only sleeping here and there. “And you have nothing else?”
“I’m sorry,” he says. “We’re trying. We’re subpoenaing his workplace to see if they have a new address for him. Hopefully that may lead us somewhere.”
Harry showed the inspector out, then got into his car and began driving. He had been staying home, in hopes that at some point, you would somehow show up there. Feeling that was not going to happy, he took to driving the streets, hoping to see you somewhere maybe. It was a very long shot, but he was trying everything he could think of.
As he drove down the street your work building sat on, he looked toward the little tea shop you both liked. He glanced into the front window of the shop and saw someone that looked very much like you. His heart sped up a bit as he quickly parked his car. He ran into the store and to the person, laying his hand on her shoulder and turning her. His face fell, seeing it wasn’t in fact you.
“Oh my god, Harry Styles!” the girl yelled. “Harry, may I have my picture taken with you?”
Harry looked at her, disbelieving, and turned and walked away, leaving the girl hollering at him for a picture. He quickly jumped back into his vehicle, driving a while longer, until he finally gave up for the night and went home.
Harry lay in the bed, clutching your pillow, trying to smell your scent on it. He missed you and felt helpless.
As Alex was gone that day, saying he was going to the market for food, you quickly walked to the large window and began again to work on the screws. After getting one corner pried up a bit, you could see sunlight shining through the little crack and smiled. You knew that it was going to take more work to remove enough of the screws to pull the board back far enough for you to slide your body through, plus open the window, as well. But you were determined. Little by little, day by day, you were determined to escape that stupid little apartment.
You thought about the situation with Alex and tried to develop a strategy. You figured you knew him pretty well, having been involved with him for over two years. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the Alex you once knew. That night as you sat bored on the sofa, Alex handed you a book.
“What’s this?” you ask.
“I know it’s one of your favorites,” he said sweetly. “I thought it would help you pass time. I know you’re bored.”
You were surprised by his thoughtfulness. It crossed your mind that if you made him believe that you weren’t quite as miserable anymore as you had been, that it wasn’t so bad after all, that he may let his guard down a bit. Enough for you to eventually escape. You had lost all track of time and had no idea how long you had been there.
“Cards,” you say to him. He looks at you strangely.
“What?” he asks.
“You said the other day that you bought playing cards,” you look at him, trying to have less hatred in your face for him. “I thought maybe we could build a house of cards…if you want. Pass time”
Alex smiles at you as you force a small grin.
“Yes!” Alex exclaims. “That sounds like fun!”
He runs to the kitchen and begins looking through the drawers, grabbing several decks of cards still in their wrapping. He takes them to the table, where you walk toward him and sit in the chair without complaint. He looks at you as if you just gave him the best gift in the world. You take one of the decks and open it, holding one card in the center of the table, waiting for his next move. He smiles, taking a card from his deck, and leaning it against yours. You know you have already accomplished what you set out for…a step to gaining his trust.
You lose your breath, feeling a weight on top of you, as you are awoken from your sleep with Alex above you.
“Get off of me!” you yell loudly. “Alex, no!” You angrily butt your head against him, hearing him yell and feeling the blood drip onto your face from his nose. He rolls off of you, holding his nose, and standing quickly.
“You bitch!” he screamed at you. “Fuck!”
He walked into the bathroom and held a towel to his nose while wetting another, cleaning himself up. He looks at the blood on his shirt and cusses again.
He walks back into the bedroom, a look of anger on his face, as he sees you cleaning the blood from your face with tissue.
“Go clean yourself up. You’re a fright,” he says coldly.
You stand and walk quickly into the bathroom, cleaning the blood from your skin. There is no trying to get it off your dress. This same, disgusting dress you had been wearing since the day he took you. You had tried a couple of times to hand wash it a bit with soap or shampoo, but it didn’t help much.
Walking back into the bedroom, you see Alex sitting in a chair next to the bed. He looks like he’s calmed a bit, but you are still jumpy around him.
“Come sit,” he says, almost pleasantly. “It’s time for our talk now.”
You sit on the bed, looking at him, not sure if you should say something or wait for him to speak. You decide on the latter.
“You know, I didn’t bring you here because I am desperately in love with you or anything,” he says, matter-of-factly. “But I do intend to win you back.”
“Win me back,” you say, trying to process his words. “Alex, you can never…ever, win me back. You know I’m in love with Harry.”
“If it wasn’t for me, you would have never met Harry,” he says coldly. “You’re with him, ultimately, thanks to me.”
You couldn’t really deny that. In its own perverted way, it was true.
“Someone like you would never have had a chance with someone like Harry,” he says, uncaring that he is being harsh. “Harry dates models and celebrities…not frumps from America who lifted her knickers for the first British accent she heard.”
“You bastard,” you say, unafraid. “You know, you’re probably right. I would most likely have never had the opportunity to meet Harry, if I hadn’t met you first.” You see him smile. “Thank god for small favors, I guess.”
He glares at you, then smiles his evil smile again.
“If you don’t love me, then why? Why did you do all of this?” you ask, shaking your head, confused.
“Because, princess,” he smiles. “If I wasn’t going to get to have you, then Harry sure as hell wasn’t going to have you, either.”
“So you thought kidnapping me was the answer? You really are insane, do you know that?” you ask, chuckling.
“Sweetheart…this isn’t insane,” he grins. “I didn’t kidnap you. I saved you.”
“Saved me?” you laugh. “You need help. Professional, psychological help.”
“Oh beautiful, you aren’t good enough for Harry,” he says gently. “I’m just saving you from the embarrassment and pain you’ll feel when he realizes that and sends you off. He’s done it before with others, you know. As soon as he’s tired of you, you’re history. But I’m offering you an opportunity here. Kick him to the curb first. That will show him, don’t you think?”
“You’re such a liar!” you yell. “You are delusional! Oh my god!” You laugh at him, then feel his hand smartly slap your face. You catch your breath, holding your cheek with your hand, then looking at him again. “Does it make you feel good to hit me, Alex? Is that what this is about? You like being in control of me now?”
He weighs the thought in his mind with a smart ass look on his face, then smirks.
“Maybe a bit, yes,” he admits. “But, no. Like I said, this is more about Harry not having what is mine.” You laugh, unbelieving of how delusional he is. “You know, I sent you loads of flowers, trying to show you that I still cared, and trying to show Harry that he was going to lose you.”
“You sent all of those flowers?” you ask.
“Of course I did,” he answers. “I leaked to the paparazzi and some fans where you were at sometimes also. Spread them around, making it nearly impossible for the two of you to go out in public together. It worked, too, I think. Saw them plastered in the papers and magazines and online. Anything to try and make things more difficult and unpleasant for the two of you.”
“So you did all of that, to try and make us miserable, so we would break up?” you ask and he nods. “You are warped. You are…unbalanced! You need medication and a therapist!” Again he slaps your face as you cuss at him loudly.
“One of these days, maybe you’ll be smart enough to realize that your smart mouth is what causes that pain in your face,” he says cockily. “One of these days…you will realize you should be with me.”
“Why? You just admitted you’re not in love with me!” you scream.
“That’s right, I’m not,” he says, calmly. “But just because you didn’t like the sex between us, doesn’t mean I didn’t. Haven’t had a steady girl since around the time we broke up. Karina took off right after that.
“Did you hit her, too?” you ask with a smart mouth. You see him stretch his fingers and waited for the slap, but it didn’t come. He breathed in through his nose and out again.
“Karina thought I was obsessed with you,” he admits, “and I suppose, to an extent, I was.”
“You think?” you smart off. “What tipped you off, Sherlock? The inability to accept rejection? Or the forced kidnapping when I wouldn’t go with you quietly?”
You jump slightly as he cracks his knuckles loudly. You were scared but you’d be damned if you were going to show that to him. At this point, you justify it by thinking, what have you got to lose now? You are slightly intimidated as he simply sits, staring at you, saying nothing.
“Come on, Alex,” you say softly. “You can’t win in this situation. I mean, how long do you seriously think you can keep me here against my will? How long do you think it’s going to take for the police, and Harry, to figure out it was you, and find me?”
“I’ve talked to Harry,” Alex smirks. Your eyes become huge and you feel like crying. “Didn’t know that, did you?”
You swallow hard. “When? Wh…how? What did you say…what did he say?”
“I went to, sort of, pay my condolences to him,” Alex smiles. “Explained to him how horribly sorry I am because you are missing. Told him if there is anything I can do, to please let me know.”
“You liar,” you choke out. “Harry wouldn’t believe you. If anything, it would make him more suspicious of you.”
“Oh?” he asks, looking around the room, then back at you. “Where is he then? I don’t see him or the police breaking down my door, do you?” You look sadly at him. “Oh, princess. Face it. Harry isn’t looking for you. Maybe the police is, out of obligation, but nothing will ever come of it. I’ve covered my tracks too well. Outsmarted you all. You’re with me now, and once you’ve accepted it, and the fact that Harry is out of your life for good now, everything will be perfect for us.”
“Even if Harry was out of my life for good,” you say clearly, “I will never…never…be with you.”
“Now, that’s not the way to negotiate, is it?” he chuckles.
You look at him suspiciously. “Negotiate?”
“Of course, love,” he smiles. “Might be able to work something out with you so you can see the light of day again, have a bit of fresh air.”
“Like what?” you say, intrigued.
“Stop fighting me on this,” he says. “Whatever you had with Harry…is over now. Accept it and move on…with me. I’m lonely, and I enjoyed our friendship, even if it wasn’t the healthiest relationship. Until you became so unhappy…with me…I was probably the happiest I’ve ever been in a relationship, until I wasn’t.”
“And if I refuse?” you ask, exhausted.
“Oh, you won’t,” he giggles. “Going to take a while yet to convince you, I think…but I will.”
“And my other options?” you ask, hopefully.
He looks at you, staring into your eyes. “You have none.” You swallow hard, feeling nearly defeated. “You will choose to be with me, if it takes the rest of our lives in this dingy apartment to convince you. Now…I suggest you get some sleep. I have a few things to do tomorrow, and I’m tired.”
You sit thinking, trying to compute all that this discussion held. You are mentally and physically exhausted.
“By the way,” he says to you as he is about to enter the bathroom again, “Tomorrow night is a special night. Do you remember?” You look at him, confused. “It’s the anniversary of the first time we made love. And we’re going to celebrate it in the most beautiful way imaginable. And you will not fight me on this.” He looks at you with that same, cold, evil stare that gives you bumps on your skin. “Just a warning…”
You shutter as he walks into the washroom, hating the thought of tomorrow night. You knew what he meant. He was going to force sex on you, even if he had to tie you down or knock you out. You knew he was wrong, too. He was always terrible with dates. The first time the two of you ever had sex was in the dead of winter in the American midwest. You don’t forget those winters, much less the first sexual experience with a new boyfriend. But in his delusional mind, he had convinced himself otherwise, whether because he just didn’t realize, or because he just didn’t care.
You lay down in the bed, grabbing the covers and pulling them up on yourself. You had no idea if it was afternoon, night, or middle of night. But you knew one thing for sure. Tomorrow was it. The day you had to escape. You just prayed he would be away long enough for you to manage it.
“Harry?” Jeffrey said his name, walking toward where he sat on a swing in his yard. Harry didn’t move or even blink. “Hey, H!” he said again. Harry looked and saw Jeffrey walking down the path to where he sat. “Hey, just letting you know, the inspector just called and said he’s on his way over. Wants to brief us a bit on what’s happening with the case.”
“Something’s changed?” Harry asks, hoarsely. His lack of sleep, and inability to care about taking care of himself, left him exhausted and nearly to the point of giving up…but he couldn’t give up. You were his life, and he was feeling you slip away from him as each day passed. All the dreams he had of having a long life with you, children and grandchildren…they were all disappearing as he found it more and more difficult to hang on to hope.
“Did you hear me?” Jeffrey asked.
“I’m sorry, what?” Harry asked.
“I said, I don’t know what he’s going to tell us. He just said he wanted to discuss a couple of things with you. Update us a bit, I think,” he explained. Harry nodded and looked at the ground in front of him. “H, go get a shower, man. And after the inspector leaves, I want you to lay down and nap. You’re exhausted. Sleep on the sofa if you want, but try to sleep.”
“I can’t sleep, Jeffrey,” Harry bats back. “Everytime I try, my thoughts go to her, and what she may be going through. How she may be suffering. Is she being taken care? Eating? Getting water? Is…she safe, or…is she being hurt?” He looks at Jeffrey. “I can’t sleep.”
About that time they see the inspector’s car pull up to the gate and allowed inside. They go inside the house and discuss everything.
“We had someone call the station about an hour ago,” he starts. Harry looks at him intently, listening to his every word. “A woman in a more dismal part of the city. She claims that not too long ago, the man that lives upstairs from her brought a woman home, matching the description we gave through the media outlets. She says he comes and goes, but she never sees the woman leave.”
“Let’s go then!” Harry says, standing, ready to go straight away. “What are we waiting for?”
“Just wait a moment,” the inspector interrupts. “We can’t just go force our way into someone’s apartment without due cause. We are looking into who lives there, where he works, what his situation is. The woman who called, she’s a bit of a loon. We deal with her a lot. Last month she said she was having tea with the queen and John Lennon in her living room, and they had a threesome.”
Harry closed his eyes, afraid this was just going to be another dead end like all the rest.
“But,” he continues, “if she’s right, and the man above her doesn’t check out, or if anything at all sounds unusual, we will be there straight away. If he is the person who has taken her, we don’t want to scare him away with her, do we?”
“So we just wait…and wait…and fuckin’ wait some more, like always,” Harry says, tired and irritable.
“It’s the best I have for now, I’m sorry,” he says, standing to leave. “As soon as I know anything, I will call. Might I suggest you try getting a bit of rest. Want to be cheery and well-rested when we bring her home, don’t you?”
Harry looks at him and thinks that’s the first sane thing someone has said to him in a long time. Jeffrey walks the inspector out the door as Harry goes upstairs, taking a hot shower and relaxing, letting the water hit him. He cries into his hands, not just from sadness, but from exhaustion and fear. He swore to God that if He brought you home safely, he would never take anyone or anything for granted ever again…and he promised he would never let you go.
As you hear Alex walking around the apartment, you pretend to sleep while trying to peak through squinted eyes at him. You see him look at himself in the mirror, primping and humming, making sure he is pleased with himself and how he looks. You watch as he walks to a drawer in the kitchen, opening it and pulling out a pad of paper. He stands reading it, smiling to himself, then putting it back into the drawer. You see him walk back toward the bedroom, looking at you, and quickly close your eyes completely.
“Love, are you awake?” he whispers. You don’t move, disguising your breathing in an effort to sound like you are in a deep sleep. “Tonight, princess. It’s going to be the best night of your life. Going to make you cum so many times, you’re going to be begging me for more.” You feel him lean down on the bed, and feel his lips press against your forehead, then pull his weight back off the bed and leave the room. You listen as you hear the locks on the door click, then hear them locking once again from the other side.
You quickly jump out of bed, running into the front room and pressing your ear to the door, hearing nothing. You take the hair band from around your wrist, pulling your hair up haphazardly to get it out of your face, then run to the sofa, digging into the cushions, finding the metal clipper file you had been using on the screws. Every time Alex would leave, you would work on the screws securing the boards to the window, but today it was desperation. Sheer desperation that fueled you. You were not about to let Alex lay his hands on you again. You’d rather die than be stuck with him for the rest of your life.
You begin working on another screw, and groan as you try turning it without breaking the file. You feel the file bending slightly in your hand and stop, closing your eyes. You try again and can’t get it to budge.
“God please!” you say under your breath. “Don’t let me die here or be stuck here the rest of my life. Please!”
You try again, moving the file carefully until you feel a little give in the screw. You smile slightly as it begins rotating counter-clockwise, and you are soon able to pull it out. You use the file to pull out the other screws, already loosened from your hard work days before, and set them all on the window ledge. You slide your fingers under the panel of wood and pull with all of your might. You see a burst of sunlight stream in the crack and you laugh out loud. The heat of the sun felt good on your hand.
Just one more screw and you will have it, you thought. You work on the head of that screw until you soon have it pulled out and lay it on the seal with the others. You pull the board back enough to fit your arms behind it. You look behind the board the best you can to see how the window is latched. That’s when you see it.
The world had never looked more beautiful to you, even in that dingy little suburb of the city. You saw buildings, cars honking, and people walking in and out of buildings and businesses. You pull the wood back enough to stick your face against the glass, eager to breath in the fresh air on the other side. You see the latch on the window and stretch your arm high up behind the board, until you finally reach it and push the window opened. You laugh as a tear falls from your eye. As you breath in the fresh air, you stop suddenly as your heart races and stomach feels sick. Walking across the street toward the building is Alex.
You knew you had to hurry. You had removed enough screws from the wood, you thought, to slide your body between the wood and the opened window. You watch as you see Alex stop and nod to someone on the street, then answer his phone. You watch closely, then quickly move the wood back the second you see him glance up at his apartment windows. You try to remember how to breathe, then peak out again and see Alex disconnect his call and walk toward the entrance of the building. Your time was of the essence. You could see the apartment was a few stories up, and you knew he had locks to unlock before opening the door. You pull the large panel of wood as far away from the window as you can and slide your head and shoulders up behind it. As quickly as possible, you shimmy your body upward and outward, until you are halfway outside and halfway in. You lean down to fall out onto the fire escape, when you suddenly feel hands grasping roughly at your legs and feet from the inside. You scream, kicking at Alex as hard as you can.
“You bitch!” he yelled. “Get back in here now! I’m going to kill you for this!”
You continue kicking, trying to free your body from his grasp, when you reach your arm around the wood and grab at whatever it can find. You dig your fingernails into him and hear him scream, as he releases you and you slip onto the metal escape. You quickly get to your feet as you see his arms reaching between the wood panel and you, grabbing your ankle, but he is too big to fit through. You try to back away, nearly falling over the edge of the tall building’s fire escape. Without thinking really, you use your hand to break the glass of one of the windows, causing blood to drip from your arm to the ground far below. Grabbing a piece of the glass, you hear him scream as you stab Alex’s hand with it, then his arm, before he yanks it back inside.
You turn quickly and make your way down the escape as fast as you can, jumping from the ladder to the ground below. You look around and start running, pushing the feeling of pain far out of your mind. You run faster than you’ve ever ran in your life, searching for a place to hide. Down the small street, the only open business is a small bakery with a mother and child walking out smiling. Running inside, the mess that you are, you beg them to hide you.
“Please!” you cry. “I’m being chased by a man! He kidnapped me! Please, call the police and hide me! He’ll kill me!”
The older man who owned the store quickly helps you to the back office, setting you in a chair, and ushering his old wife in to stay with you and call the police, then locks the door to secure your safety. As he approaches the front of the store again, he encounters a wild looking man, looking all around and yelling a woman’s name.
“You leave here!” the old man yells at him. “You’re scaring my customers! I just called the police and they are on their way!”
Alex looks around, trying to see you, as the blood from his hand and arm drips on the floor. When he doesn’t see you, and hears the police sirens in the far distance, he panics and runs from the store.
The ride in the police car was nerve-wracking for Harry.
“What did they say?” Harry asks the inspector. “Please!”
“The owner from the bakery said that a woman ran into their store, screaming that a man was trying to kill her and begged them to hide her. That was all she knew at the time,” the inspector reiterates. “Harry, it may not even be her.”
“And what if it is?” Harry wrings his fingers as his palms sweat. He brushes his fingers through his hair as he tries to remember how to breathe. He closes his eyes and begs into the air for it to be you and that you are okay.
As the police car stops in front of the bakery, the inspector tells Harry to stay in the safety of the car, but before he can even finish his sentence, Harry has already jumped out and is running inside the bakery, past two policemen who were trying to direct customers to leave. He looks around, seeing crying bakery workers being comforted by other workers, and an old man looking at him with a bit of fear.
“Where’s the girl who came in?” Harry asks, breathless and feeling he could vomit.
The police inspector follows Harry inside and walks to the old man.
“It’s okay,” he assures him. “Where’s the girl, sir?”
“Follow me,” the old man says. “She’s locked in the office with my wife.”
As the old man unlocks the door, Harry rushes in past the man and looks around, seeing only the old woman.
“Please…where is she?” he begs.
The old woman sees the look of pain and sadness on Harry’s face and steps away from the desk, moving the chair away, and pointing under. Harry walks to the desk, takes a deep breath, and kneels down. He sees you sitting against the far side, practically hugging the wall underneath, your face in your hands, and trembling terribly. He reaches his hand in slowly and starts to touch your arm, but you pull it back and scream, crying louder.
Harry’s voice catches as a sob escapes, knowing it is definitely you, even though he still hasn’t seen your face. He sees you are still wearing the dress you had on the day you were taken, although much dirtier and tattered a bit. Your hair was half up and half fallen as you cried, sobbing and shaking, still terrified that Alex was going to jump out at you and take you back to that dirty, dingy, horrible nightmare.
Harry looked back at the inspector, nodding his head, then sat down on the floor, inching closer to you. He sniffed, wiping his face a bit, then spoke to you.
“Baby?” his voice wavering, feeling like he was about to break down. “Love, it’s me. It’s Harry.” He tries to touch you again and you cry loudly, shaking terribly. “It’s okay, sweetheart, it’s just me. We’ve found you, babe. It’s time to get you home now.”
He ever-so-lightly strokes your hair with his hand, remembering how much you used to love for him to do that. He feels you still trembling in fear, but not crying as loudly, and not pulling away from his touch.
“Baby,” Harry says a bit more firmly. “Look at me, sweetheart. I’m right here next to you. Whoever did this to you, they’ll never hurt you again, alright? You’re safe now, love.” He looks at you as your cries soften a bit more. “You did so well, babe. You got away, ran into this bakery, and begged for help. You did so well. I’m so proud of you.”
Harry watches as your head slowly lifts up and your eyes look at him in the dimness under the desk. He sees the fear still in your eyes, as well as a dullness that only a horrible tragedy such as you had been through could cause. You look at him and cry, touching his face, unsure if you are dreaming him or not. He kisses your hand, then takes it in his and presses his cheek firmly against your palm.
You feel Harry slowly wrap his arms around you and hold you tightly. You feel his kisses covering your face…your head…your cheek. You feel an urgency to his touch, almost as if he is afraid to let go of you, afraid you are a dream he will wake from and you will be gone.
The two of you sit in the darkness under the desk for another moment, holding each other and crying.
“Harry,” the inspector bends down and says, “We have an ambulance waiting. Medics are going to evaluate her and take her to hospital.”
Harry nods and kisses your face. “Baby, we’re going to take you to see a doctor, okay?”
Harry slides out from under the desk. As you start to slide to the area he had been sat at, your body aches with pains, your senses becoming more alive now. You wish you were numb. You are exhausted and sleepy and pained, and still not sure if you are just dreaming the entire scene.
Harry moves out of the way, allowing the medics to carefully help you from the floor and onto the stretcher, where Harry is once again at your side. He kisses you tenderly, over and over, whispering “I love you’s” into your ear. Your eyes are closed as the exhaustion begins to take over, causing time for the next few hours to become a grey blur.
“Please call my mum, too,” you hear Harry say quietly into his phone. “Let her know what’s happening. She’ll want to come.” Harry sees you slowly opening your eyes and moving your head. “I’ve got to go. I’ll talk to you soon. Thank you for everything.”
Harry disconnects the call and is immediately standing next to you, leaning over and kissing your face, taking your hand in one of his, as his other hand strokes the hair away from your face.
“Hello again, love,” Harry says quietly, kissing your temple. You look at him with a look of sadness. “You alright?” he asks, knowing the answer. He sees a tear leave your eye and fall down your bruised cheek. Harry wipes the tear away and kisses the dampness. “I know, baby.”
After a few hours at hospital, being evaluated and repaired, you are released and Harry takes you home. You’ve not said anything, but he is afraid to push you, not knowing what all you’ve been through. He helps you into the house slowly, your body still pained and sore, and takes you upstairs, getting you laid into bed. You look at him and start crying.
“What is it, angel? What’s wrong?” Harry asks, concerned.
You cry. “Our bed. I thought I’d never be here in it with you again.” Harry cries with you as he holds you, lying down next to you and keeping his arms around you until you are sleeping well, and he himself drifts off to a much needed sleep.
The two of you sleep for many hours, until finally you wake. Harry helps you shower and put on fresh clothes, throwing the dress that used to be one of your favorites into the trash, ready to burn it. You never want to see that dress again.
You slowly walk down the stairs with Harry beside you for physical and emotional support, until you reach the sofa and sit. A few people are there already…his mom and sister, Jeffrey, the police inspector, and a couple of others, all to support you and Harry.
“I’m going to fix you both something to eat,” Anne says, leaning over you to kiss you both. “I’m so glad you’re home again, sweetheart. We missed you.”
You nod, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye and feeling Harry kiss the side of your head.
The police inspector walks to where you are and sits on the coffee table directly in front of you and Harry.
“Miss, I’m the chief inspector who has been working on your case,” he says, calmly. “First I’d like to say, welcome home. We’re all very happy you’re okay and back home again.”
“Thank you,” you whisper.
“I know you may not be ready to talk about what happened to you,” he speculates. “And you don’t have to yet, if you aren’t ready. But, if you could tell us who did this to you, we could at least…”
“It was Alex,” you say with a hoarse throat. You clear your throat a bit although it doesn’t help the scratchiness that is a temporary result of what you’ve been through.
“The same guy who…” he starts.
“Yeah,” Harry affirms. “The guy who came by here awhile back and I asked you to check into him.”
“Well, I’m sorry we didn’t get this resolved more quickly, but we were on his trail, at least,” he says, disappointed that he didn’t save you and you were left to save yourself. “We’re searching for him. We did find the apartment just a short time ago.” Harry feels you tremble and holds you more tightly. “Nothing there with his name, and he used a fake name to get the apartment, but I showed a photo the woman who called in, and she confirmed it was him. We also found a list he had made on a pad of paper in the kitchen, basically detailing his entire plan.”
Harry nodded as you used a tissue to wipe at your nose and eyes.
“I’m sorry for what you’ve been through, miss,” he says. “We’ll keep looking for him. Until then, Harry, I would keep your security on guard.”
“It’s already arranged and in place,” he says, nodding.
“Alright then,” the inspector says as he stands. “I’m going to leave you folks to have some privacy. Harry, call me if you need anything, and I’ll be in touch.”
Harry extends his hand to him, shaking it in appreciation.
“Thank you so much for everything you’ve done,” Harry says, earnestly.
He nods and leaves, Jeffrey showing him out. You lean your head over on Harry’s shoulder and he caresses you.
“Doing alright, love?” Harry asks lovingly.
You nod, not wanting to admit how much of a mess you felt like, but knowing it would take time to feel normal again.
After a long, exhausting day, everyone had left except for the added security Harry had gotten. He walks you up the stairs, helping you get ready for bed while he did, and lays down beside you, turning off the light.
You sleep quickly, as does Harry, but your mind runs rampant with what seems like thousands of wild thoughts. Flashes of Alex hitting you, spitting food at him, pushing him off of you, stabbing his hand and arm with a shard of glass, flood your mind. You’ve yet to tell your tale to anyone, not yet wanting to relive it, but knowing that at some point you would need to, not just for obvious reasons, but for yourself, to release it and not think on it anymore.
Harry sat straight up in bed, panting heavily, sweating slightly, before looking to your side of the bed. His heart began to calm as he sees you lying next to him, sleeping as soundly as possible. Harry moves closely to you, wrapping his body around you as gently as possible so as not to wake you. He places light kisses wherever his lips touch your skin. He thought he had lost you, and was eternally grateful that he had you next to him again.
He feels your body jerk and tense, and sees your eyes open quickly, possibly from a bad dream, or a vivid memory of your trauma, then slowly begin to close again in sleepiness.
“Shh,” he whispers in your ear as he kisses your face lightly. “Shh. It’s okay. You’re safe, baby. Nobody is going to hurt you ever again. You’re home now, love. And I’m never letting you go.”
So, what did you think? Did you like this story? This is the first chaptered Harry story (sort of) I’ve written, and I’m comfortable with ending it here, I think. I have other chaptered stories in the making, but I’m curious how many people really like them.
Please shoot me an ask and let me know what you thought of this story! It will help me in future writing, and let me know if I need to bother with writing others, or keep the chaptered ones to myself. The music imagines come very easily to me, but these are much more work, although I still enjoy writing them. I appreciate your thoughts and comments. If you didn’t like it, no worries! Just let me know what you didn’t like about it so I can considerate it and apply it to future stories.
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Levi slid from the horse. His chest burning with the effort to breath. He stood for a moment to regain his balance, the movement having knocked his balance. The sun was bright and hot. Scorching his beaten skin. Slowly he gathered Hange up, pulling her from where she sat slumped on the horse. She felt tiny in his arms. Never would he had thought she would feel this small. His eyes burned. Tears gathering. Slowly he walked to the shoreline. The sand crunching beneath his boots. He stumbled a couple of times. The sand uneven beneath his feet. Pain seemed to course through his entire body with every step he took. When he couldn’t go on anymore he slumped to his knees. Hange still held in his arms. ‘We made it. I told you we’d make it back.’ He whispered. Levi wasn’t even sure if she could still hear him. Her breathing was very shallow now. Her goggles were still on her head. Levi shifted so he was sat down, Hange in his lap. Carefully he pulled the goggles free tossing them onto the sand beside them. He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket pulling out Hange’s regular glasses. Gently he placed them back on her face. 'There. Now you can see.’ His voice was rough. The words hard to get out. Her eyes remained closed. The damaged one scarred and rough. He wondered what happened to the patch she had been wearing. It didn’t matter. It was gone now. So much was gone now. He sat, Hange cradled in his arms, for a little while. The water lapping against the shore just ahead of them. He felt weak, the pain which wracked his body on the brink of overwhelming. Just a little longer. 'They all made it. Those stupid kids. They’ll get to go home and grow old. Not us though. We get to die like heroes. They’ll write books about us. Like the ones you had under your bed.’ Levi said. His eyes firmly on the horizon. The sun was setting now. The sky turning hazy. A light breeze ruffled his hair and he looked down at Hange. Her eyes were open and she looked up at him with her one good eye. A fraction of a smile on her lips. 'Hey Shitty Glasses.’ 'Hey.’ She croaked. Her lips were dry and chapped. Blood streaked across her chin. Levi shifted her into a sitting position, still in his lap, but so she could see out over the ocean now. She rested her head back against his shoulder looking out over the glittering water. The sky had turned it a deep orange colour. It was quite beautiful but Levi’s eyes were fixed on Hange. 'Did you know there are birds that move through the water like they’re flying yet can’t actually take flight in the sky?’ Hange said out of nowhere, her voice rough. 'Well that’s fucking stupid.’ 'They’re called penguins.’ 'What’s the point in being a bird if you can’t fly?’ Levi asked mockingly. 'I dunno. What’s the point in being a man if you only grow to your height?’ Hange replied. She tilted her head back to look up at him. Her cracked lips spread in a grin. 'You’re a fucking idiot.’ Levi said smiling down at her. 'You love me anyway though.’ Hange was looking at him with such intensity now it almost blinded him. He took hold of her hand and squeezed. 'Yeah I guess I do.’ He told her.
They sat together on the sand for what felt like hours, though it couldn’t have been that long. The sun sinking low in the sky. It had almost disappeared behind the horizon when Hange coughed. Blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Levi wrapped his arms around her. Hange pressed herself further into him. Her head was tucked under his chin. Her breathing was laboured. It wouldn’t be much longer. He was staring out over the water. The last strip of sun dipping below the horizon when he felt it. The stillness in his arms. The tears fell silently down his cheeks. His heart ached. Yet he felt numb. All the pain that had plagued him gone. He closed his eyes. Pressed his face into Hange’s hair. Breathed her in one last time.
A bird flew over the silent scene. It’s wide wingspan casting a broad shadow over their still figures. The water lapping gently at their feet. Two figures alone on a quiet peaceful beach.
i dont understand the reservations people feel about saying “i love you” or like making commitments in relationships in general if they have strong feelings about the person…if youve found someone you love why would it be weird to tell them or be told it ¿ i have so many friends who are like “ughhHHH what if my boyfriend drops the L word or what if I say it by accident” and im just. don’t understand..
Tuafw you tell a friend that your scared that the sudden popularity of spinner-fidgets is going to lead to their downfall and how people look at slime videos and use spinners but make fun of other stims, and she just tries to convince you that slime videos and spinner aren’t important to neurodivergent people, and you feel so invalidated because you have told them of your autism and they just forgot or don’t care.
I suspect if I were to tell her again she ask if I got a diagnosis and I would have to say no… ( can I be oracle cat 🐱🔮?)
Hey guys sorry I have nothing to say but please give us prayers my brother was seriously injured in a motorcycle accident.
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Jin: Laughs along as you just keep finding things to keep yourself moving. You keep giving him silly faces after he told you to stop but you can’t help it and keep going.
Suga: Unimpressed and a little annoyed (gif)
J-hope: “Noona you’re so cute when you keeping running around and I know its fun, but lets rest for a minute.” He would say to you before you pull out your phone and play Clash Of Clans.
Rap Mon: Sees you just running around and keeps egging you on to do more silly things just because it makes you happy. “Hey noona, look at my cute little dimples.” Making you pull out your phone and google them!
Jimin: Is normally okay with your hyperness but today he is just getting tired of it after a long day of work. He told you to stop several times but you wouldn’t listen making him a little mad.
Tae: Thinks your active mind and body are amazing. He is full of energy as well and nurtures your spirit and helps you shine. He isn’t upset with your engergy at all and smiles at you the whole time.
Kookie: Being naturally shy and young he doesn’t know how to tell you to calm down. “Noona come here and let me give you a hug.” He would say as you got close he’d ask you nicely to settle down.
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Do you think that the developers should've sorted out the plot holes of season 1 before moving onto season2?
Personally I think that the story of Max and Chloe is told. I would like if they would make LIS 2 with a new cast and story but make hints or easter eggs referring to the first season and maybe answer a few burning questions.
However I do hope that a few years down the line they make a remake of the first season and then fill out all the holes, questions and wishes they left behind.
Oh my dude my man i gotta ask though. Does red like my robin bean stalk? Cuz i ship that shit like fedex and i need confirmation froM THE SENPAI SOURCE *HOLY ANGELS SINGING IN THE BACKGROUND* (like bitch is she cute or what seriously and she denies it to hell and back and then to heaven and back)
Red: “do i like that innocent bean stalk? heh, well let’s jus’ say… i’ve had a thing for her ever since she told me to climb her with my legs around ‘er head. for someone so easily flustered, she sure is bold!” He smirks. “she gets so red whenever i tease her, and that makes it so much better. makes me wonder jus’ how red i can make her… and what would happen if i leaned in real close.” Shrugging, he chuckles. “so yeah, you could say i do.” He suddenly leans in, lowering his voice.
“and have ya ever seen her so flustered that she starts makin’ gecko noises? heheh, it’s cute.”
(*I ship them SO HARD. Sweet, innocent, and easily flustered plus pervy and somewhat gruff Red? Hell yes, RedRobin and/or RedBean is my jam. ♡ )
I'm sure you've been asked this but what made you choose pharmacy?
Well in high school I was in it for the money but now I just really like the medications and the science behind how they work. And I take genuine interest in my patients in order to make sure the medications they’re taking are working best for them or if they should be adjusted/changed.
Like the other day a tumblr follower was talking to me about his medications he takes and I told him basically if ___ medication wasn’t working for a condition he should try ____ drug because it would treat two of his conditions at the same time. And he talked to his doctor about it and agreed to switch him over.
If titles means nothing, why does Dany wants Jon's title in the first place? Isn't that title basically pointless as Davos said it or you? I agree titles are pointless but this part of her arc makes her look too much about power. Obviously titles means a lot to Dany and she wants all of it under her rule. First of all she has to fight for it against night king.
If you read what Lads said, Dany is not convinced of the threat of the white walkers till she sees it herself. Would you really believe some story told by a virtual stranger whose basically asking you to abandon something you’ve fought your whole life for just to follow him to some unknown place because of a threat no one even believes is real! The fact that some of you can’t even consider this from Dany’s point of view is really annoying. You also miss the part where Lads CLEARLY states after Dany and Jon get back from the North and she’s clearly shaken up from what she witnessed including the death of Viserion, he wants to kneel and she tells him not to. He does so anyway. Also if we’re to believe Lads 2.0 Dany is taken aback at Jon kneeling in public so WHY are y'all still drumming on about Dany being selfish and still wanting him to kneel even after she’s seen the white walkers? It’s simply not the case and you’re only hanging onto that thought to make her look bad. Enough already.
It has been one year since I made an intro post to this blog. A decision that was made impatience to use one of my characters, and excitement to join this community that I have enjoyed watching for almost two years. And I have to say that I am happy that I made that decision.
I have always enjoyed the things that you guys put out. The stories, the characters, the humor, and the events in between. It’s always been something I look forward to seeing everyday and It’s so cool that I can contribute to this now. And the fact that I can share with my friends outside the community the things you guys do and how much they like it as well makes me feel proud to be a part of it. And some of them have even told me that they would like to join the community as well. And that is awesome to me.
I will say it is sad that I have seen some blogs go for one reason or another, but I am also excited to see others come join in as well.
I do have a lot more I wanna say and for the sake of not flooding people’s dashes with a wall of text I’ll leave it under a read more. It may get sappy but I feel now is a good a time as any to say these things.
Alright, since Jon and I are back in Florida and settled in, now would probably be a good time to make the announcement. Last night while we were laying in the Las Vegas desert, he proposed to me. I said yes, then told him I wanted to do it right then. So, long story short…
Jon and I got married last night.
We realize this isn’t the traditional approach to marriage, but it felt right. We couldn’t be happier with our decision and our life right now. I know that some of you, our family and friends, would have liked to be there, but don’t worry. We’ll do something to celebrate with all of you.
Thank you for episode 3 of the podcast! I really do enjoy it a lot. But for the record I ended up covered in powdered sugar from laughing too hard at the Aragorn Ballroom Orchestra while I was at work. Also thank you for a bunch of great music introductions! At one point you brought up Led Zeppelin, which makes me want to bring up an interesting story I heard. They wanted to be a Tolkien tribute band but were told it would work as well as a lead zeppelin. Idk if it's true but there you go.
The Aragorn Ballroom Orchestra is a thing of beauty, though powdered sugar is a bitch to get out of anything, so I’m sorry.
I’d heard versions of that story! I too am unsure of its veracity, but it’s still a great anecdote.
I came to Austin,Tx for a few weeks on 'vacations' and started working as a bartender. When i told the owner that this was my last week and i was gonna go back home for school, he took me to his office& told me that if i stayed he would be my SD pay for my college&apt. And all the bills idk what to do. I live 8hrs. Away from here. Its a tough decision&ive never been proposed something like that.
First you definitely need some proof. Men can say whatever the fuck they want and offer you everything you could ever need, but when it comes down to it they’re just salt. Don’t change your life plan for this man without proof. Get some concrete proof, then make your decision.