Kasey's POV

I laid stiff in Harry's arms as he had pulled us down onto the bed again, the silence I had caused by my lack of words still there.

How could he say he loves me?

I don't even know how long we've been together but I doubt it was a short time if we already lived together.

"What's on that pretty little mind of yours?" Harry asked in a hushed tone as I tensed even more at the sound of his voice.

"I - um it's not important." I mumbled and turned further in his arms so I couldn't see his face.
Harry forcefully turned me around so I was looking in his eyes.

"Tell me what's wrong Bambi." He whispered but still held a stern tone to his voice.

"Y-you will get mad." I hiccuped as I tried to look anywhere but Harry.

"I'm here to protect you Kasey. Not hurt you, don't be scared of me."

"You got mad when I asked you questions. I don't want that to happen again." Harry rolled on top of me and pulled my hands away from my face so he could look into my eyes.

"Ask me anything." He said with nothing but honesty in his voice.

"H-how long have we been together?"

"We've been friends for four years and a couple for two." He said so proudly it made my heart flutter.

"W-we've been friends for four years?" He nodded at my question and smiled at me as he leaned down to place a kiss on my cheek.

"How old are y-you?" I asked still angry with myself that I couldn't quite shake away the stutter in my voice.

"I'm twenty two." He stated a little more cautious then his last answer.

Shit.

There's five years between us?

"I don't understand how we could have even met if there's five years in between us." I blurted out and looked away from him as I did so.

He used one of his hands to tilt my head back towards him as he started talking.

"You were in your first year of high school. I was in my last year. You were very tiny and didn't know anyone so I introduced myself and we became friends straight away. I took it upon myself to protect you Kasey, I wouldn't let you get hurt even when I finished school I was still there for you. Slowly feelings started to build and age didn't seem to matter."

"Wow." I breathlessly managed to say and saw his smile appear at my answer, his dimples on full display.

He started to lean closer to me, his breath began to fan over my lips and even though I have no idea how far we've been I still felt nervous about kissing him. I have no clue what I'm doing since the incident, what if I'm a terrible kisser now?

Our lips were now ghosting over each others and at any minute I would know once again what his lips felt like.

The moment was interrupted before it had even began by Harry's phone blaring his ringtone. He groaned and rested his head on my shoulder for a second before he retrieved his phone out of his back pocket and rolled off of me to sit on the edge of the bed.

"What the fu- I mean what the hell do you want?" He harshly spoke to the person on the other end but within seconds his posture changed and he seemed to tense dramatically.

He mumbled a quick 'just a second' before turning to me.

"This is work related, be back in a minute Bambi." He gave me another kiss on the cheek and I felt a little disappointed that I didn't get to feel his lips against my own.

He practically ran out of our room and down the stairs before I even had a chance to say anything.

I took this moment alone to look and my new accessories around my wrist.

Harry had put both bracelets on the same hand, they looked very good together.

My fingers fumbled over the pink beads as I smiled at the thought he had put into these gifts, Harry was hard to handle at times but overall he was a lovely boyfriend.

In the back of my mind I still can't seem to get over the fact that we've been together for two years and yet there was not one memory of him before the head injury. I think it's really nice of him to protect me when I was new to school but it makes me wonder if everyone around town thought I couldn't stick up for myself, I know I'm small but I think I can at least stand up to a school bully if I ever needed too.

But Harry wanting to protect me was just his way of showing he cared. I shouldn't judge it.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN?!?!" Harry's loud voice made me jump and scramble out of the warm bed.

I walked straight out of the room and followed his voice until I found him in the kitchen.

He was leaning over the island and had one of his large hands over his face, his back was turned to me so I stayed un-noticed as he let out short and irregular breathes.

"We need to find those dick heads! They need to pay for what they've done." He grumbled slightly quieter this time.

"I'll be there soon." He then said after a few minutes of silence.

"Be where?" I asked as he hung up the phone, he jumped and spun around to face me with a scowl on his beautiful features.

"How much of that did you hear?" His voice was flat as he talked and he started walking closer to me.

"Nothing really. Just something about someone paying." He relaxed but still put his hands on my shoulders to hold me out at arms length.

"I have to go into work..." He stated but didn't finish his sentence before I cut him off.

"Can I come?"

"N-no! You stay here and guard the house. Just stay away from the basement okay Bambi? There's tools down there and I would hate for you to get hurt." He smiled uneasy like and patted my shoulder before walking around me and straight out the door.

I was beyond puzzled right now.

Why didn't he let me come? It's just a club and it's the middle of the day nearly so it's not like there would be many people there just the workers.

I huffed out a breath and walked over to the front door planning on telling Harry that I wanted to come with him but when I turned the handle it didn't budge.

What the heck?

I tried again and used both hands to try and pull the door open but it still didn't move.

I can't believe he locked me in here! I don't want to be here alone in this big house!

My eyes felt glassy as I tried to hold back my tears, why would he lock the door?

The sound of Harry's car engine leaving the driveway was heard and I quickly ran upstairs and over to the window. I watched as his car drove out of view.

That bastard.

I slid down the wall next to the window and didn't cry or scream or anything really, I just stared out in front of me and hoped that Harry would be back soon.

*2 hours later*

Two hours.

He's left me alone for two hours and hasn't even called the house phone once to see if I was okay.

I was still in the same place, up against the wall with no emotion on my face.

My body was starting to grow stiff and sore and I didn't know how much longer I could sit here. I shakily stood up and made my way towards the wardrobe, I picked out some nice warm clothes then waked into the bathroom hoping to ease my sore body with a nice hot shower.

I turned the handle to start the shower and watched as the glass case steamed up with hot water, I carefully slipped out of my clothes not bothering to close the bathroom door since the front door was locked and no one else was home.

Once I had removed my undergarments, I paused to look down at my wrist.

I couldn't bring myself to even attempt to remove my jewellery, no matter what I felt I still cared for Harry and these pieces of gold and sliver around my wrist proved that he cared too.

Maybe he just locked the front door to keep me safe?

I shook my head not wanting to think about it any more and stepped into the comfort of the shower.

Tilting my head back, I made sure that the water covered all my hair making it a darker brown colour before using the shampoo I found already in here that looked like it must of been Harry's. It smelt like pine wood and I inhaled to smell more of it.

By the time I was done, I must of been in the shower for about an hour but then again I wasn't really that sure I'm not excellent with time frames.

I dried off and hoped into my clean clothes before using my towel to dry my hair.

The house was still silent and I didn't know what to do with myself until a thought came into my head.

Why would Harry mention the basement?

I wouldn't have even gone down there but since he told me not too I really want to see what he's hiding down there.

I quietly and slowly made my way to the door for the basement which I had noticed was in the kitchen.

There was a sound just as I opened the door. I could have sworn it was mumbling like someone was talking, is someone down there?

I didn't think twice as I started to walk down the old wooden stairs of the basement.

Once I was down there, I noticed no tools but the basement had been split into two parts almost like a hallway with one door one each side and one right at the end opposite the door I had just walked through.

Surprisingly I wasn't scared at all, in fact I felt a small rush as I walked over to the first door one the right wall of the makeshift hallway.

I swung it open fast so I couldn't back out and found that it was a large meeting room with just one very large oval table in the middle of the room. Nothing out of the ordinary I guess.

Closing the door I turned around and walked over to the left side of the hall.

Once again I swung the door open as fast as I could.

I almost screamed when I saw a boy around Harry's age sitting on a couch, but he definitely wasn't Harry.

His skin tone was darker and his hair was too.

I looked around everywhere in the room except the boys eyes. This seemed like a small temporary version of the lounge room. Even though it was in the basement where it would hardly be seen it still held the same colours as the real lounge.

I could feel this person's eyes on me as he stared shocked at me.

"W-who are you?" I asked

He smirked at me as he stood up and walked closer to me, as if it was an instinct I backed up against the wall.

"What's the matter Kasey?"

My breath was caught in my throat as I tried desperately to remember this person.

"How do you know my name? Where's Harry? HARRY!" I started to scream as I ended my sentence and he looked at me surprised.

"Awwww you really don't remember me?"

I opened my mouth to say something back but suddenly Harry's voice was heard making me tense yet relax at the same time.

"He's one of our best friends Kasey. He's just kidding aren't you Zayn?" The man nodded grumpily and backed away from me just to be replaced with Harry's body.

His chest was touching mine as he stared down at me looking pretty pissed off.

"Why are you down here Kasey? I thought I told you not to come down here."

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