Dougie sat in the living room with his eyes cast to the floor, biting his bottom lip and hands nervously fumbling with the hem of his shirt. He listened as Harry moved around in the bedroom, putting fresh sheets on the bed. Dougie wasn't sure why he was doing this but he let Harry go, deciding it would be better to avoid an argument. He desperately wanted to leave the house because the sudden change of Harry's emotions was quite frightening; he was so obsessed with keeping Dougie around. Everything went silent and Dougie listened intently but couldn't hear Harry moving. He looked up then turned around. His heart sped up when he saw Harry standing in the doorway watching him.
"I don't want you to leave me again, Dougie," Harry said. Dougie shivered at how smoothly the words slipped from Harry's lips. "And I know you want to leave..."
"So you're holding me hostage," Dougie interrupted.
"I'm not holding you hostage. I am keeping you safe, and really, this is where you belong," Harry said, his tone never slipping. Dougie swallowed hard. "Have you spoken to Katie?"
"No," Dougie shook his head.
"Well, you should. You should ring her, tell her that you've found the person you love," Harry said before turning and walking into the kitchen. Dougie sat and thought about what Harry had just said. He knew he should ring Katie but he couldn't say that he'd found the person he loves. At the moment he didn't know if he loved Harry. He pulled out his phone and bought Katie's number up on the screen. Just as he was about to hit dial Harry walked back into the living room.
"I'm about to ring Katie," Dougie said, feeling he needed to explain.
"Ok...But don't tell her that you're been, as you like to put it, 'held hostage'," Harry said and left again.
"Katie, hi...Yeah...I'm-at Harry's place...Yeah, I think I just need to spend some time with him...Ok...You too...Bye," Dougie put his phone on the coffee table and walked into the kitchen. Harry was standing at the counter making dinner.
"Chicken curry for dinner...I know you like it," Harry said without looking up.
"Ok," Dougie mumbled before walking into the bathroom. He closed the door and stepped over to the sink, staring himself down in the mirror. His eyes flicked from his own face to the reflection of the window several times. For a moment he thought about jumping out of the window but seconds after the thought a dreadful image of Harry hunting him down slipped into his mind. So brushing off that thought he splashed water over his face then left the bathroom. He walked into the kitchen and this time Harry turned around.
"Come sit up here," Harry smiled, patting the counter next to where he was making dinner. Dougie hesitated for a moment but complied with Harry's wishes. "You're not trying to run away,"
"No...I don't want to leave..." Dougie knew this was a lie but maybe if he convinced Harry that was the truth he would unlock the doors and stop watching him like a hawk.
"Really?" Harry smirked. "I don't believe you,"
"Why?" Dougie asked.
"You look scared," Harry stated. Dougie knew it was true; he couldn't help the scared look that had glazed his features. He thought for a moment and then slipped to his feet. Harry put the knife down and went to speak but Dougie pushed himself between Harry and the counter.
"Do I look scared now?' Dougie questioned. Then he pressed his lips firmly against Harry's. It stunned Harry for a moment and Dougie knew this because Harry didn't kiss back.