Flashes in Time
Chapter Nineteen
“Why didn’t you stop the microwave earlier?” Harry exclaimed, fanning the burnt bag of popcorn. The smoke alarm had just gone off from the burnt popcorn. Thanks to Louis.
“Sorry,” Louis blushed, fanning the inside of the microwave with a wet towel. Mirabelle sat at the table, smirking as Harry and Louis tried to cool down the area.
“Nice going ,Sassypants.” She snorted, slapping the back of his head. He muttered some profanity towards Mirabelle, shooting her a glare.
Once another two bags of popcorn were warmed up, this time by Harry, the three went over to the living room, popcorn bowls in hand.
“So, what shall we watch?”
“Ironside,” Louis blurted, “It’s on Netflix. Open up a Netflix.”
Harry made a face, then smiled when he came up with an idea. “How about the Avengers?”
“What’s that?” Mirabelle asked, picking at her nails, which she honestly wasn’t even interested in.
“It’s a movie, love,” Harry answered, deciding to play it. Mirabelle continued to remain uninterested. Once the movie began, he dimmed the lights and sun into the couch beside Mirabelle.
“Is this going to be boring?” she whined, resting her head on Louis’s shoulder. Louis smirked and stroked her Harry go instantly crazy. He already felt so protective of her. Even though he trusted Louis with all his heart, he was ready to throw a punch.
Halfway through the movie, Harry’s eyes were shutting, and Louis was practically fallen off the couch, snoring loudly on the floor.
Mirabelle sat wide awake, trying to control her breath as she experienced another flashback.
“What are we going to do with her?”the older woman whispered to the younger man, thinking that the girl couldn’t hear. But she could. She could hear everything.
“Don’t know,” the man said his voice scruffy. “Adoption?”
“NO one would take her in. She’s a little piece of shit.” The woman spat, this time, wanting the girl to hear. She could feel tears gathering in the corner of her eyes. The girl sat in the corner, her hands tied tightly with ropes. She was sued to this. This was a daily thing for her.
Oh how she loved it.
The girl sat in the corner feeling alone, helpless, and afraid. Afraid of what they might do to her. Afraid of where they might take her. Afraid to fight back.
“I said get up, you bitch!” The yelling brought her back to reality, away from her thoughts. The man was in front of her again, towering over her. He fought back tears. He leaned down and slapped her cheek twice, then the other. She winced at the pain, yet it was so familiar. It was most definitely not the first time she had been slapped. It still stung, but it didn’t hurt.
“Head up!” he demanded when she let her head hang low. She was so weak and tired. All she wanted was some food. She knew there was plenty from the full refrigerator she was forbidden from. She raised her head up, staring at him with her dull, yet colorful eyes.
“Nasty,” he spat, kicking her shin. “You are just nasty.”
His voice gave her shivers.
“And you know what happens to nasty people?”
The girl’s silence answered.
“They get killed.”
He swung a punch at her head, knocking her out instantly.
Again.
Just as she lost consciousness, a little blonde boy stepped into the room.
Harry woke up to the sound of deep breaths. Mirabelle sat beside him, panting heavily.
“Mirabelle, you alright?” he asked, keeping his voice low in order to let Louis sleep.
“Fine.” She nodded, though she clearly wasn’t. He sat up and shifted to sit beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. When she rested her head on his shoulder, he was glad it was him and not Louis.
“Want to talk about it?” he whispered, trying to focus his vision to the dark. Mirabelle gulped, her boyd stiffening.
“Why do people kill?”
Harry was shocked by the question, and couldn’t think of a way to answer it at the top of his head. He sat silently for a moment, then came up with an answer. “I guess people kill because they have a certain amount of hatred so strong for another person that they can’t do anything better than kill. I’m not sure, I wouldn’t know. I’ve never thought about killing someone before. It may have to do with an extremely important grudge, or even jealously. Most of the time, killers are crazy. They literally have a mental problem and don’t know what to do with their life otherwise.”
“But do people just kill for no reason?”
“Possible.” Harry shrugged, curious as to why Mirabelle was wondering this.
“What if someone has been a nasty person? Then would someone want to kill them?”
“Maybe. I guess- Mirabelle, why are you even asking me this? It’s crazy.” Harry frowned, taking her hand.
“Because I’m a nasty person.” She whispered, turning away. Harry grabbed her arm and made her turn to him again, making her look at his eyes.
“You are not a nasty person.”
“But I am,” she argued. “Remember that news report on TV? Do you remember all the blood in the pictures and the screaming that the neighbors mentioned? I bet you that was me.”
“But you don’t know that.” He sighed, very frustrated.
“But I’m so sure of it.” Mirabelle said. “Anyone can be a killer, Harry, even m-“
“Don’t make me kiss you again,” he growled lowly, a hint of playfulness in his voice. But he was still downright serious.
“Oh for goodness sake, will you two get a room?” a high pitched voice exclaimed from the floor. Louis had been woken up from the bickering between Harry and Mirabelle, and clearly wasn’t pleased.
“Lou, you can take the guest room.” Harry told him, while starting to head upstairs to his room. Mirabelle followed Harry upstairs, taking a turn into the hallway to her room.
“Nuh uh,” Harry smiled lightly from the other hallway. He motioned for Mirabelle to come with him. “Come on.” She stood in the opposite hallway, staring at Harry. He didn’t really expect her to sleep with him, did he? But as Harry continued to stand there, she realized he did.
“Maybe it’ll help ease the visions,” he suggested, holding out his hand. Mirabelle sighed and walked towards him, grabbing his hand.
Harry had never held Mirabelle’s hand before. It was warm and soft, like a baby’s skin. Though their fingers weren’t intertwined, it still felt right. Perfect, in fact. Harry led Mirabelle to his room, closing to door gently behind them.
“You really think this will help?” Mirabelle whispered softly, playing with her fingers as she sat at the edge of his bed.
“Worth a shot.” Harry shrugged, smiling as he placed his fingers at the hem of his shirt to pull it off. When Mirabelle realized what he was going to do, her eyes widened. Harry noticed, quickly pulling her shirt back down.
“Are you not comfortable with it?” he asked, giving her a genuine smile. She blushed, shaking her head.
“That’s alright,” he laughed, turning off the lights before climbing into bed. Once he was settled in, he frowned when he saw Mirabelle still seated at the edge.
“Are you going to sleep?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbows. Mirabelle nodded, sliding under the covers at the opposite end of the bed.
She debated with herself whether being in Harry’s arms would be better than sleeping alone or not. He was so warm and cuddly, and his grip always had her feel safe. Sleeping alone just left her cold and wishing for more blankets. She rolled closer to Harry. HE let out a deep chuckle, wrapping his arms around Mirabelle. With her back pressed against his chest, she suddenly felt very cozy.
“Is this okay?” Harry asked, setting his chin in the crook of Mirabelle’s neck.
Mirabelle smiled. “Yeah.”
“Good night, Bella.”
“Night, Harry.”
“Sweet dreams.”
“I’ll try.”
“Tie it a bit tighter,” Louis whispered to Eleanor, who was at Mirabelle’s end of the bed. Eleanor giggled softly and tied another knot on the rope connecting Harry’s and Mirabelle’s wrists. They said they would get their payback, and they were.
Louis tied a knot, tying together Harry’s left ankle and Mirabelle’s right ankle. It was quite easy to do so, since their legs were already tangled as they slept. Once their ankles and wrists had been tied together, Louis slipped a rope under Harry’s and Mirabelle’s body, tying one last large rope around their waists, forcing them together. After doing a Boy Scout proof knot on the rope, he sent a thumbs up to Eleanor.
Eleanor grabbed a tube of tooth paste from the floor and drew faces on Harry and Mirabelle, while Louis tried to stifle a laugh.
Louis had snuck Eleanor over when he realized it would be the perfect time to get back at Harry and Mirabelle for what they did the Eleanor and Louis. Only their payback was two times worse. Before the prankster couple left the room, they taped a sign to the side of the door which faced inside the room which read, “Payback is a bitch.”
They closed the door as quietly as possible and left the room.
“Good one,” Eleanor exhaled into small giggles, high fiving Louis once they were a safe distance away.
“Serves them right for messing with us.” Louis grinned, propping himself up on the kitchen counter with a cup of tea in his hands.
“Let’s just wait for their reactions,” Eleanor laughed. “I bet it’ll be priceless.”
Harry woke up and blinked a few times, reaching up to rub his eyes. But something tugged him back. He quickly realized it was Mirabelle’s hand. Harry realized very quickly what had happened, sitting up as much as he could without pulling Mirabelle with him. Ankles, waists, shins, all were tied together.
Louis.
Harry groaned loudly, nudging Mirabelle with his shoulder.
“Mirabelle, wake up,” he said softly. Her eyes opened slowly, revealing her beautiful eyes.
“What?”
“Sit up very slowly, and look at us.” He said. They sat up together and looked at the rest of their bodies, tied together with rope. They were tied together.
“I m going to kill Louis,” Mirabelle growled, clenching her teeth. Honestly, it was a good prank, but Harry didn’t know how well Mirabelle would take it.
“How the hell are we supposed to get these off?” Harry exhaled, trying to bend his finger over to undo a knot. He couldn’t without hurting himself.
“Louis! Get over here right now!” Mirabelle yelled at the top of her lungs, making Harry wince.
“Easy, love.” He chuckled. “I’m right next to you.”
“I’m pissed.” Mirabelle grumbled, falling back into bed, pulling Harry back down as well.
“I can’t even wrap my arms around you now.” Harry pouted. Mirabelle just grunted.
“They suck.” She groaned, trying so very hard not to start thrashing around.
Harry sighed. “Louis, get the hell in here now!”
When Louis and Eleanor came strolling in, it made more sense to Harry how Louis had accomplished this dirt task. He had his partner in crime to help him.
“Get us out of these,” Harry demanded, trying to keep a straight face. He had to admit, it was kind of funny. Louis smirked and pulled out his phone.
“I think we’ll take a few pictures first,” he turned to Eleanor. “What do you think, babe?”
“Sounds like a good idea,” Eleanor giggled, grinning at Mirabelle. Mirabelle stuck up her middle finger.
“Rude,” Eleanor sang, still joyful as ever.
After a rather embarrassing photo shoot of Mirabelle and Harry, Louis and Eleanor untied the two annoyed teenagers.
“I’m so done,” Mirabelle hissed, storming off to the bathroom and slamming the door shut.
“Rule number one,” Harry cleared his throat turning to Louis and Eleanor, “Never piss Mirabelle of in the morning. It ruins her attitude for the whole day.”
“You got to admit though mate, that was classic,” Louis laughed. Harry smirked and shook his head, getting of the bed. Slipping his feet into slippers, he walked over and gave Louis a good playful punch in the arm.
“You are a little shit.” Harry hissed, before nodding at Eleanor. “I don’t know how you handle each other.”
“I don’t know,” Louis shrugged. “How do you handle Mirabelle?”
Harry froze and turned back around, facing Louis and Eleanor. “What?”
“C’mon, Harry,” Eleanor laughed. “There’s obviously a large, fat ass connection between you two.”
“You literally called me and asked how to get her to go on a date with you.” Louis snorted.
Harry looked away as he blushed.
“So did she say yes?” Eleanor pressed, her eyes wide as she waited for an answer.
“Yeah, I guess,” Harry mumbled, turning around heading out of his room, towards the stairs. Louis and Eleanor laughed together at Harry sudden shyness, following downstairs.
“He’s got it bad,” Eleanor whispered to Louis, nudging Louis’s arm lightly.
“They’d be perfect for each other, too.” He answered quietly.
“I ship em.” Eleanor laughed.
Harry groaned mentally, wondering if they thought he was deaf. Honestly, he could hear everything they were saying. Harry felt happy though, that one of his best friends approved of the girl he liked.
Not long after, Mirabelle entered the kitchen with her wet hair weaved into a nice French braid. Harry liked how she looked.
“What’s for breakfast?” Mirabelle asked, plopping down in a seat besides Eleanor.
“Hey, Mirabelle,” Eleanor smiled, feeling a little guilty for her act in the morning.
“Hey,” she muttered, turning back to Harry and repeating her question. “What’s for breakfast?”
“Well, what do you want?”
“Donuts,” Mirabelle smiled slightly. Harry knew donuts would definitely lighten up her attitude.
“Louis, El, we’re going to the donut shop.”
“Sorry,” Louis blushed, fanning the inside of the microwave with a wet towel. Mirabelle sat at the table, smirking as Harry and Louis tried to cool down the area.
“Nice going ,Sassypants.” She snorted, slapping the back of his head. He muttered some profanity towards Mirabelle, shooting her a glare.
Once another two bags of popcorn were warmed up, this time by Harry, the three went over to the living room, popcorn bowls in hand.
“So, what shall we watch?”
“Ironside,” Louis blurted, “It’s on Netflix. Open up a Netflix.”
Harry made a face, then smiled when he came up with an idea. “How about the Avengers?”
“What’s that?” Mirabelle asked, picking at her nails, which she honestly wasn’t even interested in.
“It’s a movie, love,” Harry answered, deciding to play it. Mirabelle continued to remain uninterested. Once the movie began, he dimmed the lights and sun into the couch beside Mirabelle.
“Is this going to be boring?” she whined, resting her head on Louis’s shoulder. Louis smirked and stroked her Harry go instantly crazy. He already felt so protective of her. Even though he trusted Louis with all his heart, he was ready to throw a punch.
Halfway through the movie, Harry’s eyes were shutting, and Louis was practically fallen off the couch, snoring loudly on the floor.
Mirabelle sat wide awake, trying to control her breath as she experienced another flashback.
“What are we going to do with her?”the older woman whispered to the younger man, thinking that the girl couldn’t hear. But she could. She could hear everything.
“Don’t know,” the man said his voice scruffy. “Adoption?”
“NO one would take her in. She’s a little piece of shit.” The woman spat, this time, wanting the girl to hear. She could feel tears gathering in the corner of her eyes. The girl sat in the corner, her hands tied tightly with ropes. She was sued to this. This was a daily thing for her.
Oh how she loved it.
The girl sat in the corner feeling alone, helpless, and afraid. Afraid of what they might do to her. Afraid of where they might take her. Afraid to fight back.
“I said get up, you bitch!” The yelling brought her back to reality, away from her thoughts. The man was in front of her again, towering over her. He fought back tears. He leaned down and slapped her cheek twice, then the other. She winced at the pain, yet it was so familiar. It was most definitely not the first time she had been slapped. It still stung, but it didn’t hurt.
“Head up!” he demanded when she let her head hang low. She was so weak and tired. All she wanted was some food. She knew there was plenty from the full refrigerator she was forbidden from. She raised her head up, staring at him with her dull, yet colorful eyes.
“Nasty,” he spat, kicking her shin. “You are just nasty.”
His voice gave her shivers.
“And you know what happens to nasty people?”
The girl’s silence answered.
“They get killed.”
He swung a punch at her head, knocking her out instantly.
Again.
Just as she lost consciousness, a little blonde boy stepped into the room.
Harry woke up to the sound of deep breaths. Mirabelle sat beside him, panting heavily.
“Mirabelle, you alright?” he asked, keeping his voice low in order to let Louis sleep.
“Fine.” She nodded, though she clearly wasn’t. He sat up and shifted to sit beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. When she rested her head on his shoulder, he was glad it was him and not Louis.
“Want to talk about it?” he whispered, trying to focus his vision to the dark. Mirabelle gulped, her boyd stiffening.
“Why do people kill?”
Harry was shocked by the question, and couldn’t think of a way to answer it at the top of his head. He sat silently for a moment, then came up with an answer. “I guess people kill because they have a certain amount of hatred so strong for another person that they can’t do anything better than kill. I’m not sure, I wouldn’t know. I’ve never thought about killing someone before. It may have to do with an extremely important grudge, or even jealously. Most of the time, killers are crazy. They literally have a mental problem and don’t know what to do with their life otherwise.”
“But do people just kill for no reason?”
“Possible.” Harry shrugged, curious as to why Mirabelle was wondering this.
“What if someone has been a nasty person? Then would someone want to kill them?”
“Maybe. I guess- Mirabelle, why are you even asking me this? It’s crazy.” Harry frowned, taking her hand.
“Because I’m a nasty person.” She whispered, turning away. Harry grabbed her arm and made her turn to him again, making her look at his eyes.
“You are not a nasty person.”
“But I am,” she argued. “Remember that news report on TV? Do you remember all the blood in the pictures and the screaming that the neighbors mentioned? I bet you that was me.”
“But you don’t know that.” He sighed, very frustrated.
“But I’m so sure of it.” Mirabelle said. “Anyone can be a killer, Harry, even m-“
“Don’t make me kiss you again,” he growled lowly, a hint of playfulness in his voice. But he was still downright serious.
“Oh for goodness sake, will you two get a room?” a high pitched voice exclaimed from the floor. Louis had been woken up from the bickering between Harry and Mirabelle, and clearly wasn’t pleased.
“Lou, you can take the guest room.” Harry told him, while starting to head upstairs to his room. Mirabelle followed Harry upstairs, taking a turn into the hallway to her room.
“Nuh uh,” Harry smiled lightly from the other hallway. He motioned for Mirabelle to come with him. “Come on.” She stood in the opposite hallway, staring at Harry. He didn’t really expect her to sleep with him, did he? But as Harry continued to stand there, she realized he did.
“Maybe it’ll help ease the visions,” he suggested, holding out his hand. Mirabelle sighed and walked towards him, grabbing his hand.
Harry had never held Mirabelle’s hand before. It was warm and soft, like a baby’s skin. Though their fingers weren’t intertwined, it still felt right. Perfect, in fact. Harry led Mirabelle to his room, closing to door gently behind them.
“You really think this will help?” Mirabelle whispered softly, playing with her fingers as she sat at the edge of his bed.
“Worth a shot.” Harry shrugged, smiling as he placed his fingers at the hem of his shirt to pull it off. When Mirabelle realized what he was going to do, her eyes widened. Harry noticed, quickly pulling her shirt back down.
“Are you not comfortable with it?” he asked, giving her a genuine smile. She blushed, shaking her head.
“That’s alright,” he laughed, turning off the lights before climbing into bed. Once he was settled in, he frowned when he saw Mirabelle still seated at the edge.
“Are you going to sleep?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbows. Mirabelle nodded, sliding under the covers at the opposite end of the bed.
She debated with herself whether being in Harry’s arms would be better than sleeping alone or not. He was so warm and cuddly, and his grip always had her feel safe. Sleeping alone just left her cold and wishing for more blankets. She rolled closer to Harry. HE let out a deep chuckle, wrapping his arms around Mirabelle. With her back pressed against his chest, she suddenly felt very cozy.
“Is this okay?” Harry asked, setting his chin in the crook of Mirabelle’s neck.
Mirabelle smiled. “Yeah.”
“Good night, Bella.”
“Night, Harry.”
“Sweet dreams.”
“I’ll try.”
“Tie it a bit tighter,” Louis whispered to Eleanor, who was at Mirabelle’s end of the bed. Eleanor giggled softly and tied another knot on the rope connecting Harry’s and Mirabelle’s wrists. They said they would get their payback, and they were.
Louis tied a knot, tying together Harry’s left ankle and Mirabelle’s right ankle. It was quite easy to do so, since their legs were already tangled as they slept. Once their ankles and wrists had been tied together, Louis slipped a rope under Harry’s and Mirabelle’s body, tying one last large rope around their waists, forcing them together. After doing a Boy Scout proof knot on the rope, he sent a thumbs up to Eleanor.
Eleanor grabbed a tube of tooth paste from the floor and drew faces on Harry and Mirabelle, while Louis tried to stifle a laugh.
Louis had snuck Eleanor over when he realized it would be the perfect time to get back at Harry and Mirabelle for what they did the Eleanor and Louis. Only their payback was two times worse. Before the prankster couple left the room, they taped a sign to the side of the door which faced inside the room which read, “Payback is a bitch.”
They closed the door as quietly as possible and left the room.
“Good one,” Eleanor exhaled into small giggles, high fiving Louis once they were a safe distance away.
“Serves them right for messing with us.” Louis grinned, propping himself up on the kitchen counter with a cup of tea in his hands.
“Let’s just wait for their reactions,” Eleanor laughed. “I bet it’ll be priceless.”
Harry woke up and blinked a few times, reaching up to rub his eyes. But something tugged him back. He quickly realized it was Mirabelle’s hand. Harry realized very quickly what had happened, sitting up as much as he could without pulling Mirabelle with him. Ankles, waists, shins, all were tied together.
Louis.
Harry groaned loudly, nudging Mirabelle with his shoulder.
“Mirabelle, wake up,” he said softly. Her eyes opened slowly, revealing her beautiful eyes.
“What?”
“Sit up very slowly, and look at us.” He said. They sat up together and looked at the rest of their bodies, tied together with rope. They were tied together.
“I m going to kill Louis,” Mirabelle growled, clenching her teeth. Honestly, it was a good prank, but Harry didn’t know how well Mirabelle would take it.
“How the hell are we supposed to get these off?” Harry exhaled, trying to bend his finger over to undo a knot. He couldn’t without hurting himself.
“Louis! Get over here right now!” Mirabelle yelled at the top of her lungs, making Harry wince.
“Easy, love.” He chuckled. “I’m right next to you.”
“I’m pissed.” Mirabelle grumbled, falling back into bed, pulling Harry back down as well.
“I can’t even wrap my arms around you now.” Harry pouted. Mirabelle just grunted.
“They suck.” She groaned, trying so very hard not to start thrashing around.
Harry sighed. “Louis, get the hell in here now!”
When Louis and Eleanor came strolling in, it made more sense to Harry how Louis had accomplished this dirt task. He had his partner in crime to help him.
“Get us out of these,” Harry demanded, trying to keep a straight face. He had to admit, it was kind of funny. Louis smirked and pulled out his phone.
“I think we’ll take a few pictures first,” he turned to Eleanor. “What do you think, babe?”
“Sounds like a good idea,” Eleanor giggled, grinning at Mirabelle. Mirabelle stuck up her middle finger.
“Rude,” Eleanor sang, still joyful as ever.
After a rather embarrassing photo shoot of Mirabelle and Harry, Louis and Eleanor untied the two annoyed teenagers.
“I’m so done,” Mirabelle hissed, storming off to the bathroom and slamming the door shut.
“Rule number one,” Harry cleared his throat turning to Louis and Eleanor, “Never piss Mirabelle of in the morning. It ruins her attitude for the whole day.”
“You got to admit though mate, that was classic,” Louis laughed. Harry smirked and shook his head, getting of the bed. Slipping his feet into slippers, he walked over and gave Louis a good playful punch in the arm.
“You are a little shit.” Harry hissed, before nodding at Eleanor. “I don’t know how you handle each other.”
“I don’t know,” Louis shrugged. “How do you handle Mirabelle?”
Harry froze and turned back around, facing Louis and Eleanor. “What?”
“C’mon, Harry,” Eleanor laughed. “There’s obviously a large, fat ass connection between you two.”
“You literally called me and asked how to get her to go on a date with you.” Louis snorted.
Harry looked away as he blushed.
“So did she say yes?” Eleanor pressed, her eyes wide as she waited for an answer.
“Yeah, I guess,” Harry mumbled, turning around heading out of his room, towards the stairs. Louis and Eleanor laughed together at Harry sudden shyness, following downstairs.
“He’s got it bad,” Eleanor whispered to Louis, nudging Louis’s arm lightly.
“They’d be perfect for each other, too.” He answered quietly.
“I ship em.” Eleanor laughed.
Harry groaned mentally, wondering if they thought he was deaf. Honestly, he could hear everything they were saying. Harry felt happy though, that one of his best friends approved of the girl he liked.
Not long after, Mirabelle entered the kitchen with her wet hair weaved into a nice French braid. Harry liked how she looked.
“What’s for breakfast?” Mirabelle asked, plopping down in a seat besides Eleanor.
“Hey, Mirabelle,” Eleanor smiled, feeling a little guilty for her act in the morning.
“Hey,” she muttered, turning back to Harry and repeating her question. “What’s for breakfast?”
“Well, what do you want?”
“Donuts,” Mirabelle smiled slightly. Harry knew donuts would definitely lighten up her attitude.
“Louis, El, we’re going to the donut shop.”
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