By the time I woke, the other side of the bed was empty and sunlight is trying to seep through the curtains. With a groan, I sat up and register my surroundings. Instead of waking up in my room, starting a new day, here I am in a bedroom in a house full of strange people. I slightly shivered when my foot touched the cold floor, ignoring the slight pain on my ankle.

I wrapped the blanket around me due to the cold atmosphere. My ears picked up sounds of water rushing from the bathroom. Yawning loudly, I walk to the nearest window and watch as the snow fall and cover the ground.

Should I proceed with my plan to visit my family? How will I escape when this psycho is keep watching me? I can't run because my ankle is not fully healed, and besides, there are other strange people here in this house. I am not alone.

The water stopped and after a few minutes, the bathroom door open and Harry walked out in a new set of clothes, a black shirt and skinny jeans. He turn to stare at me, "I see you're awake." He looked down at my sprained ankle, "Is it healed?"

I shooked my head, tightening the blanket around me. "I can still feel pain whenever I walk." With a short nod, he went out of the room. I sighed and went back to lying down on the bed. What is dad doing right now? Is my mother reading those magazines again? I guess I'll never know.

The door swung open and in came Harry and Grace, "Take her a bath, and when she's finished, go down and let her eat breakfast." Harry ordered, Grace slightly bowed. "Yes Harry." He gave me one last look before exiting once again. Grace went to my side and escorted me to the bathroom just like yesterday.

After a short warm bath, Grace gave me clothes to put on. When I was finished putting on the maroon shirt and black leggings, Grace handed me a crutch. I frowned at it, "What is this for?" I questioned, combing my wet blonde locks.

"Harry bought it for you yesterday, since your ankle is not yet healed."

I snorted, handing it back to her, "I am not using that. I can walk just fine." She shooked her head, giving it to me once again, "He said you should use it. It's not a good idea to disobey his orders." Laughing bitterly, I walk pass her. I put on a normal face even if my ankle was causing me pain, I don't like showing any weakness to these people.

By the time I reached the bottom of the stairs, I admired a few photos that were hunged on the wall. It wasn't family photos or anything special, just pictures of different kinds of houses. It's boring, but what else could I do?

"So, Lucinda, right?"

Startled, I turn to be faced with the same blond man that I saw along with Zayn and Grace yesterday. Except, I never knew who he was, and Harry didn't bother telling me. His bright blue eyes fixated at me, arms folded on his chest and his body leaning against the wall.

"Yes?" He chuckled and made his way to me, his tall demeanor towering over mine. He held his hand out, a smile on his face. "Name's Niall, Niall Horan." I shook his hand without hesitation, this made his smile go wider. "I should've known Harry forgot to introduce me, the bastard." My eyes widen, if anyone would call Harry names, they would've been dead by now. This man here just called him a bastard without a care in the world.

He must've noticed since he just laughed it off, "Don't worry cutie, he won't kill me and I have called him far more nasty names." Cutie? The sound of footsteps reached us, Grace walk down the stairs, the ugly crutch in hand. Niall cocked an eyebrow at her, "Why are you holding a crutch?"

"Lucinda here should've used it, but it seems like she doesn't want to."

"Like I said, I can walk just fine thank you."

Niall took the crutch from Grace, "Why would he want her to use this? She's walking perfectly fine." Grace shook her head, "She sprained her left ankle, Harry wants her to use it but she doesn't want to. Claiming her ankle is already healed."

Niall tsked, before handing the crutch to me. "Cutie, if Mr. Styles say you need to use a crutch, you do it. No questions asked. If he finds out you wouldn't use it, he'll throw a fit and you don't want that to happen." I just stared at the two of them, with a heavy sigh, I nod.

Niall smiled, "That's better, are you hungry? Breakfast is waiting for you." Grace guided me to the dining room, which was huge. A long wooden table sat in the middle of the room, seven chairs unoccupied. The table was filled with food, it made my stomach grumble. I sat down at the end of the table, while the blond man sat across me. Grace disappeared into the kitchen, leaving the two of us alone.

"How old are you Lucinda?" He questioned, grabbing an apple. I shifted on my seat, trying to feel comfortable before answering, "17, turning 18." Niall suddenly pointed at my direction, a huge grin on his face. It shocked me a little. "She talks!" He cheered, "And I thought I was talking to a mute person."

Mentally shaking my head at his childish antics, I grab a plate of bacon and place a few on my plate. It may seem like an innocent breakfast, but I'm actually fidgeting underneath in nervousness. Taking a sip of my water, I eyed Niall silently as he ate. If Harry is a demon, Grace is a soul eater, what is he?

"I can tell you want answers cutie, just ask and I'll answer them. No need to stare at me and act like you'll bite my head off." My face turned a shade of red, I cleared my throat before asking him. "A-are you just like Harry? A demon?"

He nodded, as if it wasn't a big deal, mouth full of food. Niall swallowed before answering, "Yes, I am a demon, but Harry's different. He's sort of..." He trailed off, trying to find the right word to say, "...cursed." Knowing it already, I merely nodded. "I know."

"You do?"

"Yes."

"Wow." He breathed, "You two are really that close." I furrowed my eyebrows at his statement, "What? What do you mean by 'close'?" He shrugged, grabbing a piece of bacon. "Well, he doesn't really share much information about him. I don't really know him that well, but we do get along just fine."

Close? Looking down at my plate, I stared at the suddenly interesting half bitten sunny-side up. How could he say we are 'close'? He hasn't even seen what Harry did to me back then. I gaze up at Niall who is now drinking orange juice, choosing to ignore him, I continued eating.

"Horan, any news from Sonya?"

I sharply turn my head, relief that I didn't snap it, to see Harry walking in, eyes hard, hands fisting on his sides and nostrils flared. Niall shooked his head, wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin. "Not a single word, but I'll let you know once she sends something." Harry stopped by my side, scanning my face with that piercing stare.

I shifted uncomfortably before looking away. Niall send me a wink and stood up, saying he'll be outside and left. Harry took the chair beside me and sat down, not using the plate or eating. He just sat there, burning holes through my face. Clearing my throat, I mustered all my courage and faced him.

"Yes?"

Huffing, he shooked his head, placing his hands on the table. "Nothing," He spat out angrily, gripping the white plate in his hands. I almost jumped out of my seat when he threw the plate, it shattered against the wall. Taking in deep breaths to calm myself down, I stared at him in disbelief. Why did he just do that?

Grace rushed out of the kitchen and examined the mess with a frown, "Harry, this is the seventh plate you broke this week." He snapped his head to face her, "I don't f*cking care! I can break a lot of plates all I want! You don't tell me what to do!" He yells out in anger and frustration. I began playing with the hem of my shirt as Grace apologized to Harry, cleaned up the mess and took off.

Recovering from my shock on what just happened, I look at Harry who is currently covering his face with his hands, as if in defeat. "Hey," I softly said, but it captured his attention and gaze up from his hands, narrowing his black empty eyes at me. "What?" Ignoring that he is angry, probably similar to a bursting volcano, I placed my hand on his shoulder. "You okay?"

His eyes turned back to it's normal green shade, they softened a bit before they became hard again. "What kind of question is that Mackenzie? Of course I am not f*cking okay! Did you see me toss a plate to the wall, or do you want me to do it again, this time making sure you see it?" Mentally rolling my eyes, knowing he'll snap at me if I really do it, I just sighed silently. "Don't have to be so tense, dickhead." I murmured, whispering the last part.

If he heard it or not, he didn't say a thing. Not even one. He just sat there, staring at wall, looking lost. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost. Without any other word, I stood up. Grabbing the crutch that I should use, I walked away.

I ended up in the living room, where Niall was texting with someone on his phone. An idea went through my brain. Of course! Why haven't I thought about it before? I waited for Niall to stop texting, and he did. He gave me a funny face, "Yes? What is it Lucinda?" He questioned, placing his cellphone on the coffee table. I shrugged, "Nothing, it's just that, maybe Harry want some company right now, he seem distressed." I mumbled.

Cocking an eyebrow, he questioned me. "What? Since when is Harry distressed?"

"I don't know, it's something about that 'Sonya' girl you mentioned awhile ago. He began to feel that way." I answered, "Is Sonya someone special to him?" My question made him chuckle out loud, "Sonya? Please, she's just another ally of Harry. Harry is never attached to any women, he prefers to be alone-" Then, he smirked mischievously. "Wait a minute, are you jealous?"

I furrowed my eyebrows, "Are you crazy?" I whispered hotly. "I just asked who she is to him, I am not jealous or anything." Niall raised his hands in surrender, "Alright, alright. Don't have to be so mad."

He stood up, "Fine, I'll try and talk to him." And went straight to the dinning room. When he disappeared out of sight, I made a beeline for his phone and started to diall dad's number. I began to bite my nails, something I haven't done before due to nervousness of being caught. This is dangerous! My subconscious screamed out.

Even at the third or fourth ring, he wouldn't answer. Groaning, I tried to dial my mother instead. I felt my heart jump happily when she answered.

"Hello?"

I was about to answer, when I heard someone talking in the background. It was a male voice, but it didn't belong to my dad. Is she having an affair again with that dumb neighbor of ours before? What was his name again?

"Hello? Who's this?"

She questioned again, ignoring the person. My mouth went dry, face twisting in anger. Even if dad is around, she's flirting with other men? What the hell? No once of hesitation, I hung up. How dare she?

"Lucinda!"

My heart stopped beating, I felt my body went rigid. I slowly turn to see Harry, who is glaring at me, shooting daggers on my skull. And Niall, who is gapping like a fish out of water. My lips parted, I couldn't form even one word.

Damn, caught in the act.

//HIGHLIGHT WITH A QUESTION//