Little Bird

“I’m done being caged up.”

I turned on my heel, not even a metre away at the positions Harry and I had ended up in, and I was closer to the door than he was. I don’t know what I was expecting, but when I turned the handle and pulled the door back towards me it opened, and Harry didn’t speak up at all until I had opened it fully. I looked over my shoulder – his expression not conveying any emotions but I knew full well he was livid – his eyes gaze him away, dark and flaming with fire.
“I’ll give you ten seconds to close the door and come here – before I really fucking lose my temper with you.”
I shivered. Harry really confused me, if there was anything I didn’t understand, anything I couldn’t understand it was him. Sometimes he acted like he truly cared, showing genuine concern and sympathy and compassion that resonated in his bright emeralds; and yet, my welfare was disregarded of when it came to letting me go. I was hurting. I was hurting in so many ways, and keeping me locked up with him wasn’t helping me in the slightest, nor was threatening me with his rage infested tone and dark, taunting orbs. Harry confused me; I was yet to figure out whether he did care or not.
Stubbornly, I mumbled, “I’m not yours,” before I took off in the harsh wind, the door automatically slamming shut behind me.
I was insane I was actually insane.
A part of me was screaming at my stupidity, chastising me for being so ridiculous and careless; the last thing I wanted was a repeat of my first and previous punishment. And then the rest of me purely screamed ‘run’. I wasn’t stupid enough to believe Harry wouldn’t come after me, and I was perfectly right in thinking he would, because my name left his lips in a furious growl and I could hear the stomping of his footsteps not far behind me.
I wasn’t a fast runner – I had never enjoyed sports because I had a tendency to trip over my own feet, and allow various equipment to hit me in the face purely because I lacked any sort of coordination, so my panic upon hearing Harry’s footsteps was enough to make my legs collapse beneath me right there and then.
But somehow I managed to keep running.
Louis’ street was different to Harry’s in that it was shorter and a wide alley of some sort helped in increasing my hope that I’d lose Harry. I took a sharp turn, struggling against the wind that blew with unnecessary force against me and the tears in my eyes that obscured my vision. I realized as I ran in the foreign area that the entry connected to the back of multiple houses; and also that it was completely empty – typical that there wasn’t a single person in sight to witness what was happening.
“Birdy for fuck’s sake!” Harry shouted, “You’re only making this harder for yourself!”
I hoped desperately that Harry’s frustrations meant my attempts to escape were going somewhat well for me.
The alley had numerous turnings and I was persistent in taking as many as humanly possible, and I thought that my attempt to lose my captor was futile and helpless for a moment, but it seemed that somehow my sheer determination – not my athletic ability – to escape, to fly free worked in my favour. It turned out that against all odds I had managed to escape the inevitable.
Harry was no longer behind me, and I seized the opportunity to dive behind a bin, my knees tucked to my chest, back pressed against the wall and head hidden in between my knees as I cried. I cried because my granddad was dead; I cried for the hurt I felt the day of the funeral when my mother had spoke to me; I cried for being trapped in a cage for my entire life; I cried for the freedom I hadn’t felt nor had I experienced; and I cried for myself, the emotions that ultimately revolved around a deep anguish that tugged harshly at my heart.
And then, I cried harder when I felt someone’s presence next to me, mirroring my position on the floor only I could feel their gaze focused on me.
“I’m sorry.”
My cries momentarily halted, and I lifted my head in both confusion and curiosity at the voice I wasn’t accustomed to, an Irish accent adorning it. My eyes met a set of blue ones; and I came face to face with Niall. We hadn’t spoken a single word to each other before, and so my head cocked to the side slightly, unsure on what he was apologising for.
“I’m sorry this happened to you,” he said quietly, and I felt a small flicker of hope that maybe Niall would be the one to help me out of this situation, maybe he would help me escape – but then, within an instant it had burned out, a familiar feeling of disappointment heavy in my chest. “And I’m sorry I can’t do anything about it.”
He did look genuinely sorry, honestly sympathetic. I thought back to when Zayn had treated me, how we had talked, and then Louis, and then for the briefest of moments I wondered how different things would have been if it had been one of them who had kidnapped me. Would Harry be the friend of my captor comforting me? Would he treat me different and how different? Would Zayn or Louis or Niall turn into someone who failed to control their anger, somehow who had more mood swings than the average person, someone who was possessive and kind and controlling and demanding and sweet and caring all at the same time?
I didn’t respond to Niall, but I stared at the dirty ground in front of me.
“Niall?” I heard Harry shout, “Have you found her? Liam, Liam?” I felt a fresh influx of tears trickle onto my cheeks and I sniffed, burying my face into my hands. I just wanted some time alone, some time not locked away, not surrounded my people I barely knew. I needed space, I needed some time to breathe – I needed to feel like I wasn’t suffocating.
“He’s going to be angry, know?” Niall spoke up quietly.
I nodded my head, looking up at him before shaking my head, tears continuing to leak onto my flustered cheeks.
“I don’t want to go back,” I said quietly, “I can’t go back.”
“I know.” Niall replied equally as quiet, “But you have to.”
I was so tired of having everyone telling me what I could and couldn’t do, what I had to do. I didn’t have a say in anything; not only had I had my freedom stolen, but also my ability to make decisions for myself, my simple right to make my own choices. “No,” I stood abruptly, “No I don’t. I shouldn’t be here – n-none of this should even be happening!” I cried desperately.
Why would no one understand that this was wrong, so wrong?
Niall stood too, a little distance between us, as he looked clueless, completely lost on what to do.
“Niall!” A voice exclaimed loudly, “Niall, grab her!!”
We both turned upon hearing the abrupt shout to see Liam approaching, my heart dropping at the sight of Harry’s black range rover, doors open, waiting not far from me. I couldn’t let Harry take me again, not without a fight, not without at least trying to get away; and despite feeling undoubtedly disheartened, the fight was still there.
Liam approached faster than anticipated, and he made no attempts to even be a little gentle as he grasped hold of both my wrists and began tugging me towards the big black car, blatantly disregarding my protests. “Get off me,” I ordered weakly, trying helplessly to pull backwards and free myself from his grip.
I hated when Harry was even close to me when he was angry, but I didn’t even know Liam, and I knew he was positively angry. I didn’t know what he was capable of; I didn’t know how he would treat me or even why. I had gathered as much that Liam clearly didn’t feel the same way about me as Harry’s other friends, not Louis or Zayn or even Niall whom I had barely spoken to at all.
Liam suddenly released my wrists, not happy with my struggling, before I could react I was thrown carelessly over his shoulder; a small squeak falling from my lips as I was carried easily the remaining distance to the open car door. My thrashing and kicking and helpless, futile struggles and protests counted for nothing at all.
I was set down in the car; my back pressed against the seat but the bottom half of my body out, continuing to thrash desperately.
Before I could even register what was happening, Harry was in the car beside me, his hands fumbling with a pair of handcuffs and expression deadly.
Several hands held my body, pushing me down, attempting to restrain and tame my movements as desperately I struggled to free myself from their rough clutches. Louis was trying to subdue my wild kicking while Liam had taken it upon himself to push roughly at my shoulders to prevent me from sitting upright, and Harry tried rapidly to bind my hands, my consistent squirming and struggling making the task far harder than he intended.
“Get off me, for God’s sake – what is wrong with you people? This is not right, th- this, why won’t you leave me alone?”
Just as Louis’ grip on my legs momentarily eased, I utilized the opportunity to send a powerful kick to wherever I could; in hope it may cause some damage.
And it did, though not to whom I would have liked.
Louis released a small shriek as my converse clad foot collided with his left eye, sending him stumbling back a few steps. Liam, too, loosened his grip and subconsciously I shot up in shock, my eyes wide in alarm and jaw hanging open in horror.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t – I didn’t mean, crap I got your eye,” I panicked.
As I witnessed Louis tenderly clutching his battered eye, an inevitable, unstoppable mist of sympathy seeping into my stomach, I barely registered what Harry had managed to accomplish until I heard the confirming click of the handcuffs; and only then I was able to fully feel the cold metal rubbing against my warm skin. I stared down at my new bound hands, an unimpressed frown tugging at my eyebrows and a touch of defeat etching onto my features.
The little confidence I had deflated.
Now with a newfound relief to my restraint I presume, Liam released an annoyed sigh and backed away, making his way to Louis, who was muttering something along the lines of, “Well at least she’s coming out of her shell, now.”
Eventually with my bottom lip hidden beneath the other, with an innocent expression and wide eyes, slowly I turned to face Harry. He looked like he might burst. His jaw was clenched, a deep frown present causing a prominent vein to stick out, throbbing on his forehead rhythmically. His stare was hard, unforgiving and tense, his eyes clouded with fury and outrage; brimming with a disappointment I was all too familiar with.
I gulped, as my confidence dissipated, fear leaking into my nerves.
“You have no idea how fucking furious I am with you right now.”
I think I did have some incline on how angry he was, actually.
Harry didn’t say anymore, and I couldn’t find my voice to speak. He reached forward to the front seat, retrieving a roll of black duct tape.
His mouth remained clamped shut, lips presenting a perfectly straight, tight thin line as easily he ripped a large rectangular piece of and placed it over my lips; other hand at the back of my head as he pushed down, securing the tape. I didn’t make the slightest attempt to stop him. I didn’t move, squirm, protest or even murmur the tiniest complaint.
He then tugged at the seatbelt, securing my body in place. My heart thudded violently and uncontrollably against my chest, so ferocious and wild it resulted in my head spinning and pounding – silently begging for my body to calm itself.
Not even glancing at me Harry got out of the car and slammed the door shut, not turning to look over his shoulder when he walked towards Louis. I couldn’t witness the scene due to the pools of tears in my eyes, rapidly filling up until inevitably spilling over, dripping down onto my cheeks with no intention of stopping. I stared at the floor, shrinking in my seat I rolled, ignoring the seatbelt, I buried my face into the seat, my body shaking with restrained sobs unable to burst from my tightly sealed lips – but instead, all that could be heard other tan the sound of my tears dropping, was the few feeble whimpers that I simply could not suppress.
~*~
My body was roughly dragged from the car into the house, and the minute the door was slammed shut the key ensured it was securely locked, I found Harry’s hands forcefully pushing against my shoulders, and my body slammed into the wall so hard it made my spine feel as if it was shattering. I squealed against the tape pressing my lips together, the pang of pain erupting and shooting through the entirety of me, springing tears to the red rims around my eyes.
My gaze timidly met Harry’s, trying my very best not to show how terrified I was, I suppressed the fear rising within me, the fear evident in my orbs. I was beginning to regret everything – why had I had to be so irrational and reckless in the heat of the moment?
Gulping back the bile rising in my throat, I convinced myself not to be scared, or at least not to look scared.
Harry didn’t utter a word as without the slightest incline of a warning, he reached up to my face and without hesitation forcefully ripped the tape covering my lips. Inevitably I cried out, releasing a small shriek as my head jerked to the right and I was met with an uncomfortable tingle to my red lips. I thought about using my bound hands to help soothe the area, but as I did so both were brought over my head by Harry’s own, pinned above me in an uncomforting position.
“I really don’t know what to do with you anymore, Birdy.” My name rolled of his lips so easily, so menacing and unsettling it sent shivers down my throbbing spine. His grip didn’t ease, but I remain trapped in his hold, him refusing to set me free.
I stared back, feeling vulnerable and frightened beneath the force of his heavy gaze and firm grasp – intimidated but also resentful he had so much power over me. I sniffed, the urge to rub at my sore eyes increasing, “Don’t say that.” I croaked my voice scratchy, “Just don’t say that.”
Brief confusion flickered across Harry’s face, grip loosening as I took the opportunity to push him away, and a sudden spark of anger lighted within me. I moved away from him while I could, irritation evident across my features. “Stop acting like I’m a burden on you. I know I’m a burden, believe me I know – but not to you. You are the one keeping me here, you are the one doing this to me; you – you can’t just expect to me to be okay with it, you can’t expect me not to fight you.” I was crying again, unable to keep the hurt from seeping into my tone, the anguish that I felt obvious on my forlorn features.
Tears dripped down my cheeks, and I shook my head at him, beginning to leave the room when I realised Harry was following me. “Just please, please leave me alone.”

I ignored Harry for the rest of the night. I went straight upstairs and stayed there, trying desperately to fall into a deep sleep.
The sad part was that I knew deep down that he was a good person. He had made the wrong decisions, gone down the wrong path; he had misguided morals and views that made little sense, but somewhere within me I knew that he had his reasons for his actions. Maybe he was selfish and controlling, but beneath his cold exterior, he was merely a lonely boy that craved something he had been deprived his entire life. I could never condone his actions, I would never accept that what he had done was right, but to a certain extent I could sympathise, and I could try and understand that he took me for a good reason.
I believed he was a good person, but I wasn’t ready to accept it just yet, I wasn’t ready to forgive him just yet.
I didn’t come down for food and I didn’t come down to see Noodles; I remained in ‘my’ bedroom until morning, when Harry came in and pulled me from peaceful slumber. “Birdy wake up, we’re going Louis’ again.”
I kept my eyelids squeezed shut and tugged the bedcover over my head. I didn’t want to go to Louis’ again, I didn’t want to talk to Harry, and I didn’t want to see him or even think about him. I wanted to sleep; I wanted peace. “Don’t ignore me.” He commanded threateningly, “I’m already extremely pissed with you; you don’t want to make things worse for yourself.” Blatantly disregarding him, I held the bedcover closer to me, curling into a small ball as I wished desperately he would go away.
I let out a small squeak when the warmth security was abruptly snatched from me, and the cool air hit my bare skin, Harry’s angry expression coming into view even through my hazy vision.
“Get up, right now.” He growled menacingly.
I stared at him with blank features, keeping my mouth tight shut. Wordlessly I did what he said, not staying around long enough to hear another command; I walked right past him; only to be stopped almost immediately when Harry’s arm shot out, halting me in my tracks. I turned towards him, not conveying any given emotion.
“The silent treatment?” He questioned, eyebrows rose. “You seriously think you’re in any position to give me the fucking silent treatment?”
My lips remained sealed; I blinked.
Anger contorted his features, eyes narrowing as he spat daggers at me, and he tugged me closer towards him. “Fine.” He spat viciously, “When we’re out I don’t expect you to day one fucking word, I don’t even want you to open your mouth. You want to stay silent? Fine with me, but you don’t say anything - all day. You sit there silently, and you be a good little girl – or we’re going to have some serious issues.”

~*~
I stayed true to my word – or not, because I didn’t speak at all. I didn’t speak when I got dressed or I ate breakfast, I didn’t speak when I played with Noodles and I didn’t speak during the car drive on the way to Louis’ house.
“Remember, not one fucking word.” He growled as we got out the car; anger fresh, not having faltered in the very slightest.
My head was bowed and body limp as I allowed Harry to drag me up the pathway, struggles restricted with handcuffs even if I was to attempt to. When the door was opened and I was forced inside, my lips fell agape in shock, eyes widening a dramatic amount as guilt dripped from my wellbeing.
Louis stood before me with a black eye – a really, really painful looking black eye, one that had bruised part purple and blue, his eye swelling and lid closed partly.
Harry and Louis once again exchanged greetings, this time Louis offering me only a tiny smile, but I was too busy harbouring a horrified expression to recoil it. Harry pulled me into the living room, my gaze on the floor the entire time. I didn’t acknowledge anyone as similar to yesterday greetings filled the air, but my lips remained sealed, eyes anywhere but catching contact with anyone else’s as eventually I was roughly dragged to the couch; Harry making extra attempts not to be gentle.
I felt horrible. I felt really, really truly horrible.
Louis may have been helping Harry in ensuring I didn’t escape, but he had been nothing but nice to me since the day when we had first met. He was just being a loyal friend to Harry; he didn’t deserve what I had done to him in any way, even if it had been an accident because I would never have intentionally hurt him. I may not have meant to but that didn’t ease my guilt.
Feeling a lump grow in my throat, I quickly chastised myself for crying over something so pathetic; Louis should have been the only one able to cry – I wandered how the impact of my foot had done such damage. My attention was diverted when Louis stood to the side of me.
“Would you like a drink, Birdy?”
His kindness only increased my guilt, and I had the urge to cry even more. I forced a weak smile and began shaking my head in response, but Harry beat me to it.
“No.” He said firmly, his eyes glued to his phone. “She doesn’t.”
Louis ignored Harry, looking for an answer from me. I smiled best I could, shaking my head.
Louis sat down on the couch the other side of me, conversation quickly conducting around me. Eventually I adverted my gaze from my lap where it had been for the last twenty minutes, and ignoring Harry’s eyes that had moved from his phone, now glued on me as he watched my every move, I turned towards the eldest boy. I frowned as I soaked in the image of the black eye he was currently adorning, vaguely aware that somehow the noise in the room had decreased.
I parted my lips and finally mustered up the courage I needed to reveal a small but sincere apology.
“I’m really sorry about your eye,” I told him timidly, my small voice causing him to turn towards me.
I, however was unable to receive Louis response, because from the other side of me, apparently, the boy who currently had nothing to be pissed about; considering he had been neither kidnapped or kicked in the eye, had no issue in hiding that obviously, the only explanation to why he was acting as though a large stick had been shoved up his rear end, was simply because he was on his man period – and evidently his hormones were all over the road.
“Birdy.” He snapped, “What did I say?” He questioned sharply, completely ignoring that the words I had spoken hadn’t been bitter or vicious, but an honest apology had left my lips. His best friend was off his nut, but I liked Louis.
“I was just apologis-”
“Birdy.”
“What? I was-”
“What. Did. I. Say. Earlier?”
“I-”
“Birdy.”
His tone had significantly changed, the adopted menace and bitterness told me I should have stopped; but I wasn’t feeling myself today. I didn’t feel like cowering beneath his intense and angry stare. I wanted to let loose the raging emotions, allow the wild thoughts and feelings that I had been harbouring to escape. I was angry because honestly I felt really bad about Louis’ eye and I felt the need to apologise; and Harry should have understood that, he should have allowed me to – after all Louis was his best friend.
“Wish I’d have kicked you in the fucking eye.” I spat bitterly.
Harry’s eyes widened, and he needn’t bother conceal his evident shock. His eyebrows were rose and lips slightly agape, before quickly he recomposed himself – anger returning and over-riding whatever shock came with my bitter retaliation.
“I’d angrily cross my arms over my chest, but apparently you enjoy causing damage to my wrists.” So I guess that option is out the window, along with your freaking morals, I thought viciously.
My upper arm was seized in a grip that felt hard enough to turn my bone to dust, and I was tugged closer to him, forced to stare into what seemed like two bottomless black eyes.
“You and I both know I have a roll of duct tape in my bag. You say one more word, even open those pretty little lips of yours and I’ll cover them with so fucking much it’ll take weeks just to get off. And just if we’re not clear – you are in so much fucking trouble when we get back; you better hope we stay a while just to brace yourself for what I’m gonna do to you later.”
That shut me up.
I was pushed away from him, eyes stinging with tears as I forced myself to stay calm, looking at my lap as I tried discretely to take a deep breath to compose myself, when a nudge sent my gaze to the left of me. I looked up at Louis, who smiled down at me, a real genuine smile, with an undoubtedly trace of sympathy and concern.
I tried my best to smile back at him, but my trembling lips were reluctant to do so. I pressed them tightly together, trying desperately to keep my tears at bay.
‘It’ll be okay’ he mouthed, and this time, ignoring the tear that fell onto my cheek, I did smile, sinking back into solitary silence as I tried convincing myself Louis was right.
~*~
We got back a little while later, Harry’s arm dragging me into the house and then the living room, his anger shown in perfect clarity.
“I can’t believe how fucking disobedient you’ve been lately,” he snapped angrily, turning away from me with a frustrated sigh. He ran his fingers through his unruly curls, an expression of distress and irritation plastered across his hard features. “I am really getting sick of it.” He spat.
“How frustrating it must be for you,” I retorted, words lulled in heavy sarcasm, “I apologise for my absurd behaviour – this clearly must be a distressing and also terrifying situation you’re in. Please accept my deepest, honest apology. I am honestly, so, so sorry.”
I realised I may have stepped over the line and pushed him too far, there was only so much of my inconsistent and uncharacteristic bitchiness he could take before ultimately he’d snap. I knew that he would blow at one point and I’d suffer the consequences, much to both my dread and fear.
But he turned towards me, I fully expected anger to be coating his cold features, though I was more than surprised when I found a smirk playing on his lips, only a tint of anger present but overridden with what seemed to be amusement and pleasure. I was frozen to the spot as he slowly approached me, my breath hitching in my throat, eyes wide and fixated on his as he closed the distance between us.
“You’re so feisty today.” He said, smirk not faltering.
I stayed still and silent, unsure on how this would play out. Harry dipped his head down, untamed curls brushing against my cheek as his warm breath fanned my ear and neck. I bit my lip trying to control my breathing as my heard thudded violently in my chest.
“I must admit,” he continued huskily, “It kind of turns me on.”
Almost instantaneously all previous confidence I had possessed evaporated into thin air and I was left the timid girl without the anger and frustration of my own to fuel to my uncharacteristic behaviour.
How did this all of a sudden happen?
“I – t-that was not my intention,” I murmured shyly, my cheeks tinting a light pink as I took a small step back in hope of decreasing the proximity between the both of us. Timidly I peeked up at him from beneath my long eyelashes, his green eyes dancing with mischief and desire. I held his gaze bravely, but when he advanced forward yet again I neglected his captivating orbs, my eyes staring to the floor beneath my feet.
Harry’s arms enveloped me, draping around my waist for a brief moment, before one hand moved to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear with a sweet tenderness that rippled through me; but he gave no time for me to recover and regain my breath and calm my wild heart as his lips abruptly landed on the skin of my neck, sponging light and soft kisses up and down the column.
My eyelids fluttered close and neck instinctively and subconsciously arched, granting him more access. In response I felt him smirk against my skin.
“You’ve been naughty.” He whispered in a purr.
I should have pushed him away, I should have refused his kisses and done the logical thing – it was what anyone else would have done. But I wasn’t anyone else and I hated logic and his lips were jumbling the thoughts in my mind.
“Maybe I should punish you?” Harry suggested, his voice managing to caress every nerve in my body while also causing a shiver of fear to jolt down my spine. I was confused and exhilarated and nervous, my heart thudding so violently I thought it might rip through my hest; my palms sweating so much I thought it might result in puddles on the floor.
I had never experienced anything like this.
“Hmm?” Harry taunted.
I knew he wasn’t expecting or even wanting a verbal response, he was merely teasing me; increasing the ever-growing nervousness that I was dealt with.
My conflicted mind attempted to discover what he meant and what he had planned; what was he going to do? Would it be anything remotely similar to my last punishment? Did I have the willpower and energy to fight against him, or would I simply succumb to his demands and obey what he wanted from me; too ripped of confidence and too naive and shy and timid and obedient to resist? Did I even want to?
His lip were soft and kisses sweet, though somewhere in my mind I was aware it wasn’t right, the logic and reason was lost in the midst of colliding thoughts. I don’t think I wanted him to stop; maybe my mind was screaming in protest but my body betrayed me, whatever resistant voice drowned out until I could barely hear it at all.
When I began forcing my eyelids open; although Harry wasn’t in the position to witness my newfound vision, immediately it was cut short and my eyelids snapped shut once again.
Harry abruptly nipped at the sensitive skin on my neck, biting and tugging and sucking, my mouth releasing a small cry in shock at the pang of pain. He didn’t stop, but my response encouraged his actions, and his teeth tugged particularly hard at the same spot, without a doubt leaving a heavy and noticeable mark; something I’m sure would please him when he finally looked.
“Mine.” He growled against my neck, his hand snaking from its current position. One remained at the small of my back, and the other moved to fist my long hair, and he gave it a small tug, not enough to cause any pain but to ensure my head moved to the side; neck extending further. Eventually, Harry flicked his tongue out, rolling it over the sore patch of skin and soothing it with his tender touch. He blew air to the area.
Harry was marking me, a physical reminder on my body that I belonged to him. If he couldn’t make me believe it mentally, he was actually showing me. And it was somewhat working, I had never had anyone touch me like this, and in spite of being unable to see the damage he had done; I knew my body had never displayed such territorial affection.
Harry flicked his tongue over the spot again, and this time I couldn’t stop myself from gasping; much to his pleasure and amusement, he smirked again against my skin.
Making a content noise against me, the smirk was evident in his tone too, and breathing shallow and ragged, mind a complete mess, I was vaguely aware of his other hand sneakily snaking down my back, slowly, gradually reaching my bum; my attention definitely captured and body jumping when he gave it a firm squeeze.
Harry pulled apart when I jumped a little, and immediately my first reaction was to reach up to touch the damage Harry had inflicted; but my hand hadn’t even got half way when he caught my arm and brought it back down to my side.
“No, no.” He chastised in a tone that I could describe only as patronising.
I frowned a little, the temptation to feel the sore spot of my neck increasing with my told not to do so; but I knew now not to go against Harry’s say so, meaning my arms remained limp at my sides.
“Good girl.” Harry praised with a crooked grin.
“Now come on.” His hand hadn’t left my arm and he gave it a gentle tug to encourage me along.
I was left confused and curious and nervous; was that not my punishment?
“Where are we going?” I questioned quietly, in a small and timid voice that I thought I had grown out of, at least for the day and the day before – but apparently not.
Harry turned to me briefly; smirk returning to tease his lips, a glint in his mischievous emeralds as he parted his lips to multiply the intense beating of my heart.
“You’ve been a very naughty girl.”

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