Crossroads - H.S.

A/N: here's some visual representation for the house:)

I follow Harry into the house through the door that connects it with the garage. We walk into the living room, that is practically the size of my entire house, directly from the garage. The room is dimly lit with candles here and there, but Harry has yet to turn on the lights.

"Is anyone else here?" I ask while looking around the gigantic home.

"No, just me. Why do you ask?" He questions and hangs his keys on a hook next to the door that leads to the garage.

"You left the candles on. That's a fire hazard." I mumble while looking at my feet. I glance up at him awkwardly to see him staring at me like I'm stupid before pulling a smile onto his face.

"I'll keep that in mind." He starts to walk through the living room and towards a flight of stairs leading to the upper level, "C'mon." He nods his head in the direction he's going and I follow.

The house looks very old and Victorian-styled on the inside. There's old paintings and letters plastered on the walls along with vintage gas lamps coming out of the walls.

Harry turns right at the top of the stairs and walks down a long hallway. There's no doors on either side, just one at the end. We reach the tall oak door and Harry pulls a key out of his pocket to unlock it.

He opens the door to reveal a beautiful bedroom with hardwood floors. The bed frame looks to be antique and has a beautiful design carved into it, and the dresser inside the room matches.

"Erm... This is where you'll be staying. There's a bathroom just past the closet. I know you don't have any clothes with you, so I can take you shopping or you can just wear what you've got for a while." He says while awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

"Okay. Thank you." I say quietly and walk over to the bed to sit down.

It's just now hitting me how real this is. I'm never going to see my family again, and I'll probably spend the rest of my life living with a stranger, doing god knows what. I rushed into this faster than I should've, but I didn't have a lot of time to think about a decision. Now I have to live with the one I made, whether it was what's best or not.

"It's late so I'm gonna head to bed. My room's at the end of the hall to the left of the stairs. Just let me know if you need anything." Harry says before turning around and walking out the doorway.

"Harry-" I say before he shuts the door. He looks back to me and raises his eyebrows to urge me to continue, "is there something I can sleep in?"

I don't really want to bother him, but it's been a really long day and I don't feel like sleeping in these jeans, especially if it's what I'll be wearing until I can get some new clothes.

"Yeah, for sure. Give me a moment." He shuts the door and I listen to his footsteps leaving the hallway until they become faint enough to where I can't hear them.

I pull myself off of the bed and walk into the bathroom that's attached, flicking on the lights.

Oh no.

Oh fuck no.

There's a freestanding bathtub.

I hate those things. Everyone thinks I'm insane for being afraid of them, but they're creepy!

How many horror movies have you seen that have one of those fuckers in it? Probably most of them, and there's always a scene where something grabs the girl in the bath.