Sitting alone in this house is comforting in a way. I don't have to be around crowds of people telling me how stupid I am being hung up on Rion.

Day 26 and she's still gone. Hasn't contacted me or posted anything on social media. She completely fell off the face of the earth.

Louis has been around a few times with some girl, said he had some shit to do in the basement. I didn't ask any questions. Just figured they're fucking.

He hates fucking in his own bed so that's probably why they went to the basement. All that's down there is a couch, an empty closet and some expensive booze we never drink.

My phone vibrating in my pocket distracts me from my marathon of Dexter.

"Hello." I groggily answer.

"Harry dear, have you talked to Rion? She hasn't called in weeks and we tried to get a hold of you but couldn't." Rion's mother worriedly rushes her words out.

Wait. If Rion isn't home? Where is she?

"She's not with you?" I question.

"Oh god." She cries. "Please tell me she's safe."

I couldn't answer that truthfully if I tried.

The last thing I ate was a peanut butter jelly sandwich yesterday night. I can feel my stomach start to eat itself and there's nothing more that I want then to be in Harry's arms.

I can hear him at night. His screams are loud and fists connecting to the wall nearly shake the house.

I put together the pieces and I know he thinks I wrote some sort of letter saying to leave me alone. Those are just some things I've picked up from conversations I've overheard.

I hear footsteps above my head then a slam of the basement door.

Those aren't light footsteps like the women's those are sounds of heavy boots. It's Harry. He's coming down the stairs..

"Harry!" I scream. But I remember it's no use.

I listen closely to him shuffle around outside the door and hit something with a clanking sound.

The lights in my room flash on and off three times and I hear a loud sigh from right outside my door.

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2 months ago:

"Babe.. Babe wake up." Harry whispers against my neck..

"What time is it." I groan into my pillow.

"Seven."

"Why the hell did you wake me up so early you said lunch is at one."

"Yes but I have that photoshoot at nine."

"And what does that have to do with me." I tiredly argue.

"I have to shower."

"Then go shower."

"But babe." He shoves his face in front of me pouting. "I want you to shower with me."

"No."

"Please."

"Too tired." I grumble rolling over.

I hear a loud sigh in defeat.

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Present day:

I'm all too familiar with that sigh. That's a sigh of he's not giving up. He's already infested so much time into something he's not giving up. He's going to find me. I know he will.

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2 months ago:

"Fuck." I groan as Harry slowly slides into me.

My hair is soaked and sticking to my face and I grasp Harry's hair tightly around my fists.

"I knew you'd shower with me."

"Shut up." I sigh as he leans me against the wall balancing me between his body and the shower door.

He chuckles and kisses me on my forehead.

"So tight baby." He moans against my neck.

"Harder." I beg.

"I can do that." He thrusts his hips forward cause our bodies to make a smacking sound as he continually thrusts in and out of me.

"Fuck fuck fuck I'm so..." I finish that sentence with a moan and feel my walls begin to tighten around him..

"I'm gonna cum." He moans. "I'm going to cum so hard inside of you." He sexily moans making me grateful I'm on birth control.

We both let out one last moan ending our highs.

"I will never get tired of fucking you." Harry says kissing my neck sweetly contradicting himself with his previous words.

"Love you too." I laugh.

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Present day:

The door handle turns and my heart stops.

Slowly the door begins to open causing my heart to beat out of my chest.

"Rion?"

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