I wake up in the middle of a ton of cushions on a fluffy bed and it takes me a few seconds to adjust to my surroundings. Where the f-am I? 

Then it comes rushing in, the wedding, the shooting, oh god, there were bullets flying over my head but i'm okay -- and Harry, and how I'm living with him now.

I cock my head to the door frame, listening for any sounds that tell me there's someone else in the apartment, but I'm met with utter silence. A glance on the bedside alarm clock tells me I have slept for about fourteen hours, and it's nearing noon. 

A rush of disappointment floods me, taking me by surprise. I thought Harry had said he would see me in the morning. Did he conveniently forget that I was here? Or maybe he's simply working from home today, in an office I didn't see yesterday and that's why it's so quiet. Yes, that's probably it!

I decide to go look for him once I've showered and dressed. Can't go find my husband wearing nothing but  worn out PJ's. Surprisingly, after my shower, I find my own clothes in the wardrobe. Who arranged it? Who packed my clothes? Did he have Roan do this? Or one of his goons? I worry when I think of how that person went through my underwear and find either one of my options equally horrifying.

I try not to think of it as I slip into one of the more conservative cotton panties. I can't bear to wear one of my more lacy ones, because I don't want to think of whose hands touched them.

By the time I'm dressed, it's nearing one and my stomach is letting me know how long I've gone without food. Gotta find Harry first though, I remind myself. So I exit my room, ignoring the long hallway of doors, I fear what I'd find if I open them. Then I realize Harry might be behind one of those doors. 

"Harry?" I hesitantly call out, followed up by a louder one, "Harry?"

My voice seems to echo around the empty apartment, but I might be imagining that. I stand around for a few seconds, waiting to hear shuffling, announcing Harry's presence, but there's nothing. Another wave of disappointment rushes over me, taking hold of my body, and I walk over to the open plan living area, shoulders slumped. Another rumble of my stomach reminds me of my empty belly, so I carry on towards the kitchen. 

I notice it's a very high tech environment, the stove seems to have a child lock and I can't turn it on without pressing some kind of key panel, but it doesn't work for me, I can't even get the screen to light up. I feel close to crying because I'm so hungry, we didn't eat yesterday as we didn't have a wedding reception, and I slept all through breakfast time, so I would really welcome some kind of real food right now. 

Realizing how that's not going to happen, I start going through the cupboards until I find something ready to eat, finding a box of cereal at the back of one. It hasn't even been opened yet. I don't bother checking the date, in case it has already expired. What I don't know, can't hurt me. Instead I open it, sampling one of them, and because it is still crunchy and tasty, I decide it can't be that bad. I pour some in a bowl, and when I try to open the fridge I come face to face with another child proof lock. Why would he have childproof locks everywhere in his kitchen? He's a freaking bachelor! 

Dry cereal it is then, I compromise, thinking it's better to have eaten something, rather than nothing, even if it won't be as tasty. I sit down at the breakfast bar to munch on my cereal and look over the open plan living room. There is little furniture and I start to wonder how much of his time, Harry actually spends here. There's a couch, a pretty big and wide one actually, it looks really comfortable. No blankets to snuggle under though. A table sits in front of it, nearly the same width as the couch, perfect for placement of drinks or snacks during parties with friends, not that I think that happens often. Opposite the sofa, is a large curved television. It's the only item of furniture that seems to be picked out, instead of already being part of the environment when he bought the condo. Maybe I could watch some television to kill the time though, who knows when Harry will return, and I can't leave the apartment, because I don't have the code to enter again.

After finishing my bowl of cereal, quickly rinsing it off and putting it all where I've found it, I make my way over to the sofa, looking for some kind of remote control. All I can find is some sort of tablet, that has the same name brand on it as the television, but what do you know, it's password protected. I'm starting to feel more like a prisoner here than a wife. With a sigh, I slump down onto the couch, finding it less comfortable than I thought it would be. Now there's nothing left for me to do, but wait for Harry and that could take hours. I  check my phone, but notice that the battery has died. So I go back to the room I was assigned to, trying to see if someone packed my phone charger for me, but came up with nothing. Great, now I can't even call Roan so he could give me Harry's number or ask him when he'll be home. Home. I can't think of this place as home, it doesn't feel right.

With a heavy sigh, I walk back towards the couch and sit down, desperately trying to find something to keep me busy, as I try to hold in the tears, threatening to escape. I lie down eventually, sick of sitting up as rigid as I am. I lose the battle against my tears and let them flow, while slowly falling asleep because of the heavy emotions flooding my body. 

***

A gentle pling wakes me up from my dreamless state of sleeping. Disoriented, I sit up and notice how the lift doors are opening. Harry! I eagerly sit up, but when that familiar curly hair walks in, he walks straight past me, not even noticing I'm here. Disappointment rushes over me and I can't help but whimper at the rejection. He stills in his movements and turns towards me. I smile at him, glad he's finally here and has noticed me, but I'm quick to regret it, as he walks over to me in a few long strides, stares menacingly down into my eyes and yanks me by the arm.

"What. Are. You. Doing. Here?"

His tone is so cold that I forget how to answer, until he tightens his grip on my arm some more and shakes me from my stupor.

"I live here." I answer stupidly, not knowing what he means. "We got married yesterday?"

"I mean what are you doing in the living room, you were supposed to stay in your room. Did you go into any of the other rooms!"

"No, of course not, I only came in here because I was hungry, but everything's got a child lock on it, so I waited for you to come home and fell asleep on the couch again."

"Good. Make sure you don't. You might be expected to live here, but don't make yourself at home."

I nod, trying not to cry, but his hold on my arm hasn't loosened, and it's becoming harder and harder not to cry.

"Can you please let go, you're hurting me." My voice is small, I've finally begun to realize how dangerous he is. Now I'm left wondering how I'd ever developed a crush on him in the first place. 

Harry's gaze falls to the spot where he's holding me and lets go instantly, but his gaze stays trained on the sore spot. I glance at it myself and see how his hand has left nasty red prints. It will surely bruise my pale skin. I bring my hand up to it, trying to get the blood to circulate again, as it starts tingling painfully.

Harry briskly turns around, leaving me standing in the room, but he halts near a side table, grabs a paper and pen from the drawer and jots something down. Once he finishes, he looks at me and says:

"Go to bed." 

He dismisses me, before walking of, presumably to his own room. 

Curiously, I walk over to the piece of paper and find instructions to the child locks. At least he'll allow me to cook and keep myself busy tomorrow. I still can't charge my phone though, I wish I would have asked him about that, but maybe I shouldn't push my luck. 

Glancing back at the room, I wonder if I should try out the stove and television, but it would probably anger Harry more, if I disturb his sleep, so I decide against it and walk over to my own bedroom. 

Tomorrow's a new day, and it has to be better than today, right? 

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