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        HARRY rode in the car with me once more on the way back. The only difference was the continuous silence throughout it. I tried my best to remain closed off towards him. There was no way I could solve the enigmatic puzzles inside of that brain. Or at least, it'd take years, but I don't have years to spend.

        When the car stopped, I could only hear the sound of my father's elated footsteps. Success was the derivation of his happiness, the origin of his good doing. When he found triumph, he sprinkled a bit of gratitude to everyone and anyone. However, when failure came around the corner, he'd shoot down two of his own men. 

        I stepped out the car just before Harry had. He quietly followed behind me. The way his footsteps were barely heard, his breath so steady and quiet. It reminded me of the time I first saw him about five days ago. He was serious this time. He wasn't going to give me the pleasure of hearing him crack and shout, or talk to me even. Harry had completely ripped himself away from me socially and emotionally. 

        The night was warm. Its air was soothing and marvelous. A breath of fresh air. Behind me, Harry was giving off orders. My father walked inside with a man next to him, assumably belonging to him considering the fully black attire. Father talked loudly when he was happy. His cheerful deep tone and genuine smile relieved the tension he tends to bring around with him to any room. 

        I sighed to myself, hitching my dress up by the hips as I took a few steps up the front stairs. Behind me, I heard Harry tell one of the men, "Guard the west for the night. Devon takes the east. North belongs to Jacob and Parker. South's Mr. Gates's section, so advice you choose men willing to work overnight." 

        "Who gets Catalina's side?" 

        "You know I do." 

        I began to walk through the door when I heard someone chuckle. "She's fit isn't she, Styles? What I'd give to have your job."

        Harry paused and I swore I felt him glance at me as I stepped through the door. He plainly said, "Get to work, Zayn. No one goes in and no one goes out through those front gates. Any suspicious activity is reported to Liam. Understood, Malik?" 

        "Got it, boss." Zayn clicked his tongue and winked in Harry's direction, indirectly teasing him about my appearance and how tempting it must be. The thought made me snicker as I finally decided to walk at a normal pace. 

        When I walked down the hallway, I felt Harry sticking around behind to talk to my father. I stopped by the stairs to remove my shoes, pretending to mind my own business, but I'm sure Harry and I both knew I was listening. 

        "Harry, just who I wanted to talk to." My father stopped him. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched my father press his index finger into Harry's chest, a big grin on his face. "I'm very proud of you, son. Catalina said you're a very responsible man and did everything in your will to make her feel secure." 

        "That is what I intended. I'm glad she feels that way," he murmured. A little eye roll left me as I undid the clasp on my right high heel. Secure is what I felt when we finally arrived. There was not a moment a felt completely content besides when he brought me something to eat after debating whether he should let me die of starvation. 

        I did not feel safe when he said he'd kill me himself if he could because I was so annoying. The multiple threats to shoot me if I didn't shut up. All because he wanted to keep himself from getting killed by my father. He wanted to detach himself from me on an exaggerating socially level. 

        Three hours later I had been standing in my underwear and a bra. It was nearly three in the morning, and I've been craving to eat something. I couldn't sleep with the constant sound of the electric fence around my window. They definitely played no jokes with protection. Meanwhile everyone slept, I tied a grey linen robe around me that fell by my upper thigh and planned to leave my bedroom.

        I sighed to myself, reaching for the doorknob. Harry could be out there, standing by door with a loaded gun. Not as if he'd shoot me with it, but he would definitely demand that I go back inside and sleep away the hunger. Taking the chance anyway, I turned the knob and came to realize that Harry wasn't around. I looked up and down the hallways before proceeding to the kitchen.

        My silence was commendable. I made no noise as I looked through cabinets and searched for anything edible. Once I found a box of creme filled cookies and a glass of water, I grabbed the two objects and headed for the hallway once more. 

        Down the hallway, I softly hummed to myself. I felt completely content with the smell of the cookies and my mood was satisfying until I heard, "What. Are you doing out of your bedroom?" 

        My breath hitched in my throat, my eyes widening as I turned around and that that he held a gun tightly in his hands, now aimed at the floor as he realized who it was. How ridiculous I looked with a box of cookies in my hands at three in the morning. He watched me with a frown, his fingers near his ear as he muttered into the speaker, "I found the reason for that triggered laser, Liam. I'm taking care of it."

        He straightened out again and tugged his gun into his back pocket, staring at me with his piercing green eyes as if he's about to scowl me and call me fat. This felt like getting bullied and he was only looking, not making any gesture of disgust. He just looked angry all the time, which was hard to distribute from actual emotion. 

        "You triggered the door, and got the whole watch shift on alert for a box of fucking cookies?" He questioned with annoyance. 

        I opened my mouth to speak and blurted out, "I was hungry." 

        "I said call for me when you need anything," he remarked lowly. "But you don't leave the bedroom at three in the morning for anything." 

        My silence confirmed I didn't have anything else to say. I held the box closer to my side, crossing my legs and murmuring, "Well, sorry." There wasn't another word spoken, and being curious as to what was taking him so long, I looked up and saw his eyes scanning my attire. The robe I tied was pretty short, and revealed enough leg than needed. 

        It also didn't cover much of my chest, either. The look on his face still contained the same angry features, but his eyes lingered on my body rather than my face like they should have. 

        I felt a small smirk curve into my lips a little at this. This was my chance to push him to his limits. I uncrossed my legs and began to walk to the kitchen, and I heard him ask, "What are you doing now?"

        I didn't reply as I placed the cookies and the glass of water on the counter again. Harry just entered the kitchen when I turned around, having loosened my robe when he was still making his way into the kitchen. 

        "You know what?" I sighed. "I'm not even hungry." 

        "Alright," he barely said. "Then I'll walk you to your room. Make sure you stay in there this time."

        My shoulders raised in a shrug. "Actually, I'm a little sorry." I pouted my lips a little, casually seeming apologetic. Harry, however, eyed me down carefully, wanting to properly examine what the Hell was going through my mind. I had a feeling he already knew. "You know, I understand I shouldn't have done that. That was really wrong of me."

        "I have other matters to attend to. Room, now, Catalina." He warned, turning around and not waiting for me to follow him, considering he assumed I was obeying him. 

        A soft grunt of irritation left my lips, and I left the kitchen to be led into my bedroom. At that point in time, with him standing around in my room, scanning every corner and glancing out the window, I undid my robe fully and let it drop to my feet.

        He turned around and immediately saw what I wanted him to see; me. Not his boss's daughter. 

        Harry clenched his jaw, averting his eyes from me as I laughed and said, "What? Are you mad about what I wear to sleep? Is this a problem for you?" 

        Even though he knew fully well what I was doing, he hadn't bothered to address it. His nostrils flared as he began to move towards the door. I scurried towards him just as he reached for the door knob. I grabbed his arm, and he whipped around ready to snap at me when I wrapped my arms around his neck, hooked my leg up to his waist, and stared up into his angered eyes. 

        "Catalina," he growled, reaching for my arms that were wrapped around his neck. 

        I leaned forward more, making sure he looked right into my eyes. "You've been staring at my legs," I commented quietly, glancing down at his lips that were pressed into a thin line. 

        He attempted to pry my arms off of him, but I only grabbed his hand and forced it beneath the leg that was hitched up on his side. There, I held his hand and whispered, "I know you've been dying to do that." 

        I was satisfied when he didn't object. But, he remained silent. His lips were no longer pressed into a thin line. They were plump and soft-looking as always, my weakness. When I left his hand, he moved it to hitch my leg up more, adjusting it. I resisted the smile, knowing he was slowly accepting this.

        His other hand surprised me as it slowly trailed to my behind. He squeezed and just as he did so my heart leaped into my throat in excitement. All the while, he didn't say a word. 

        I let one of my hands trail up into his hair, watching his green eyes pierce through mine. He looked lost, distracted for a second. I took my chance to press my lips to his, slowly feeling him kiss back. It was slow and in sync, my satisfaction increasing by the second. 

        When I pulled away, it was only to surprisingly breath out, "I'm sorry. I was being a bad girl, wasn't I?" 

        Harry inhaled deeply and rasped out, "You know what happens to bad girls, Dollface?" 

        "What?" 

        I shrieked as he picked me up and soon enough I was thrown onto the mattress. Not in that cute, playful way you see in the movies. It was harsh and all because I did something Harry swore would never happen to us again, within hours.

        He glared at me from the foot of the bed. I sat up with my breath rapidly leaving my mouth, my hair flowing to my face, and my shocked expression staring back up at him. "Do that one more fucking time and I will make you cry harder than you've ever in your damn seventeen years." 

        I couldn't mutter a word. 

        "Stay in this room. This is my last warning before I let you know just how horrible I can get."

        With that, he left the bedroom. 

        note// oh. shit.