Push & Pull

Chapter 19

And with those words, I fell into Harry's arms.

"Harry fucking Styles, what the FUCK did you do?"

"Nothing Lou- well.. Nothing bad...Nothing too bad."

Laughter. "Harry if this is your definition of 'nothing too bad' then you have issues."

"What are you going to tell her?" Another voice joined in.

"Who said anything about telling her?"

"That would be morally wrong." Louis stated.

"And?" Harry laughed.

"Oh that's right- I forgot I was talking to Satan."

"Look she's waking up-"

My eyes fluttered open to reveal everyone peering down at me.

"W-what?" I muttered, rubbing at my eyes.

I looked around to see where I was- A bedroom of sorts. It was black and brown with dark, masculine wooden paneling.

Very modern and edgy.

...Almost 'moody'.

Ah, so this was Harry's bedroom.

Speaking of-

"Harry what did you do to me." I spat, sitting up abruptly.

"Nothing-" He started to lie.

"Harry." Louis snapped.

"Nothing too bad." Harry finished.

I flickered back and forth between their faces.

"What does that even mean?" I snapped at him, my eyes widening.

I looked quickly down- I was still wearing clothes.

Well that's a start...

"Should I tell her or will you?" Louis crossed his arms, chiding Harry.

He shrugged, walking out of the room. Zayn quickly followed, as well as Niall and Liam.

"How bad?" I asked quietly. "On a scale of 1 to 10?"

He considered it for a moment, biting his lip. "Maybe an 8.5?"

I felt my heart quicken.

"So basically- You know that cigarette you smoked with Zayn?"

I nodded.

"Well it wasn't actually a cigarette- it was a drug that made you... well.. Incredibly horny."

"You have got to be joking."

"Harry and him came up with the plan- they knew you'd go along with it." Louis looked at me apologetically.

Betrayal flashed through me- that fucker Zayn was going DOWN.

"So what happened?" I asked, my eyes casting down.

Louis coughed, shaking the hair out of his face. "Well.. you and Harry.. were interrupted...You... you fainted on the kitchen counter before.. getting anywhere."

"Louis, I think I might murder him." I said quietly, staring as my hands played with the silk black sheets of the bed.

"I know." He sighed. "That's why Harry put the lock on the door. You are staying here for awhile."

I snapped my head up. "You have got to be kidding."

Louis stood up, stretching. "Nope. Anyway, I've gotta dash. There will be food coming every hour or so- the TV remote is over there. I'll pop in soon for a chat."

I watched as he walked straight out the door, the harsh click of the lock echoing throughout the room.

-    Four hours later -

I stared at the wall again, watching the grains of wood stare back at me harshly.

Okay yes, I was bored.

Really, really bored.

The TV didn't even work... There was nothing to do or read. Just an empty, furniture filled room.

It smelt like Harry- had reminders of Harry everywhere.

It was slowly driving me insane.

Pushing myself off of the bed, I made my way over to the dark brown chest of draws. Pulling open one of the draws, a neat row of tshirts was revealed. I grabbed a handful and threw them over my shoulder onto the floor.

If he was just going to lock me in here than I was literally going to ruin it.

I smirked as I threw the clothes onto the ground, going through each draw and emptying them all over the floor. I quickly moved through to his suits and tossed them on the ground, ripping the material into three's. Soon enough the floor was covered with garments, socks and various pieces.

His side tables were the next victims on my list- I opened them up to find a neat stack of condoms. Carefully opening each and every packet - 48 I counted- I painstakingly ripped a hole in each and every single one of them.

"Fuck you Harry." I chanted over and over in my head.

I glanced at the TV.

It definitely needs to go.

My hand grabbed an ornamental statue thing and immediately hurled it at the flat screen- the thin screen cracking like an eggshell.

I picked up the statue and walked towards the bathroom- quickly throwing it at the mirror, smashing that too into pieces.

Skipping back over to the bed, I sat crossed legged and waited. I counted in my head to thirty- the time it will take for Harry to run up into the room- and watched as the door swung open, revealing a very, very pissed off Harry.