Kasey's POV

I sat in the middle of the large bed with my tray of food.

Harry was right, this is much better then the food they gave me at the hospital.

He had made me tamato soup and gralic toast. It was amazing.

I continued to crunch on my toast as Harry was somewhere in the closet, he had disappeared in there and was very quiet.

The large house was really quiet and I hated it. I wonder if Harry does too because this place seems like it would be silent all the time with just two people living here.

Maybe someone else lives here too...

"Hey Harry?" I yelled hoping he would hear me.

I heard a faint 'yes Bambi?' but didn't see him but decided to ask my question anyway.

"Doe's anyone else live here?" It was silent for a moment before Harry stuck his head out of the wardrobe.

"Of course not silly. We need privacy don't we?" He had a hint of amusement in his voice as he walked out of the closet and over to me.

"Well yeah but it's a really big house." I said as I dropped my gaze to the bowl of soup in front of me.

"Only the best for you." He mumbled against my forehead and placed a soft kiss there before walking off into the bathroom this time.

Only the best? This place must be really expensive then.

Come to think of it, what does Harry even do for a living?

I wanted to explore but Harry seemed busy.

Meh. I will just explore on my own.

Climbing to the edge of the bed, I dangled my feet off and noticed that I could just barely touch the ground. Wow this bed is tall but Harry is really tall so I guess it kind of makes sense.

I pulled on my slipper boots to keep my feet warm since I knew that a large amount of the floor was marble, including our bedroom floor. I didn't make any attempt to be quiet as I walked out of bedroom and down the stairs.

The first room I found looked like a lounge room.

It was nice and carried on the colour scheme of red just like the rest of the mansion like house.

My eyes roamed around the room until they caught sight of three picture frames sitting above the fire place. But why only three?

I slowly moved closer to them and looked at each one.
The one on the left was Harry with four other boys, all five of them had countless tattoos and dark clothes on, I frowned when I realised that I haven't seen Harry without a sweater or coat on. I knew he had tattoos and it didn't bother me but I didn't know he had so many, I would like to learn the meaning behind them some day.

I looked at the photo on the right to see a picture of Harry by himself in front of a large building. On the front of the place it said 'Styles' which didn't sound familiar at all so I guess Harry must work there.

Once I caught sight of the middle photo I smiled,
This photo was of me, it made me feel happy knowing that I got my own photo on the fire place. It looked like I was walking towards whoever had taken the photo which makes sense to believe it was Harry, By the background you could tell it was taken at a school but I hadn't noticed the person taking the photo and was looking the other way.

Is that where I met Harry? At school?

I was suddenly knocked out of my thoughts when I heard a noise coming from somewhere downstairs on the ground level, the same level I'm on.

It couldn't be Harry, he was upstairs somewhere.

I was scared but I had to know what that noise was. No one else is here so it couldn't be a person.

Maybe a pot fell down or something?

I don't know what sounds worse right now, the possibility of ghosts knocking down pots or an unwanted guest that wasn't a ghost.

I had no idea where I was going and was probably lost but then I saw what looked the a kitchen and walked in. Once in I could no longer hear the noise, like it knew I was getting closer, I walked around but couldn't hear or see anything weird that was until I heard a muffled noise come from the pantry.

I walked slowly to it and just as my hand rested on the door handle, I heard Harry call me.

"BAMBI?!" His voice sounded frantic so I quickly forgot but the pantry and ran back upstairs as fast as I could.

I had nearly made it back to the bedroom when I came in contact with Harry's chest, his arms wrapped around me very tightly as he refused to let me even move in his grip.

"My god. I thought I lost you all over again, don't ever do that to me again!" He frowned down at me and kept one arm tightly around me as he realised the other to brush his fingers through my hair.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to look around."

"Don't be sorry love but don't just leave me like that okay? All you need to do is ask and you can have anything you want." A smile now replaced his frown as he talked down to me.

"Can I ask you some questions?" I looked up at him through my eye lashes and watched as he thought of an answer for what I had just said.

"Two questions. Then you have to cuddle with me and watch a movie."

That's got to be the easiest deal ever.

"Okay, my first question is..." I trailed off as I held up his wrist to point at the crown tattoo that had caught my attention just moments earlier.
"What's the meaning behind this?" I asked and he looked at it himself before smiling.

"I like to think of myself as a prince." He smiled smugly before wrapping both his arms around me again.
"And now I have my princess to prove it."

I felt my cheeks burn as I looked away from him but stayed in his embrace.

"What's your second question Bambi?" He asked while brushing his nose over my cheek bone.

"What do you do for a living Harry?"

Notes

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