Farfalla

4.

9:12 AM

Fluttering my eyes open I realized then I had fallen asleep. Closing my eyes again and letting a yawn escape me I stretched out only to shrink back into my chair for a new comfort. Looking around for my phone that I had sworn I left on the table I scrambled to find it.

Looking over at Harry I saw he was gazing out the window at the white fluffy clouds surrounding us. The sun shined in from the many windows of the private jet we soared in.

"Have you seen my phone?" I spoke in a raspy sleepy voice. I could only picture what I looked like to him, my makeup was most likely smeared all over my face while my hair tangled in knots from sleep.

"Yes." He stated simply not bothering to give me eye contact. I got the idea that he didn't care much for my wants.

"Well do you know where it is?" My arms hung by my sides as I gave him a look of annoyance. My tone coming off a bit demanding although I didn't mean to come off like that.

"Yes." His simple statements and avoided eye contact made me boil on the inside. How could he be so rude?

"Well then where is it?" My attitude reflecting my bottled up feelings. I didn't care much for his attitude towards me and the way he thought he was above me. Folding my arms I saw him turn in his chair, his expression that of angry and tense.

"Sit your whiny ass down and shut up!" He snarled with his intense green eyes staring me down, making me feel intimidated.

"I-" Before I was able to speak another word Harry interjected causing my mouth to snap shut when I saw his lips part.

"Listen here princess and listen good. You will not argue or talk back to me, do you understand?" Harry stood up coming close enough for me to feel tiny in front of him. Heat rose to my cheeks from the intimidation that was affecting my blushing. With my eyes downcast I only nodded for a response.

"I expect an answer when I ask you a question." His hand hooked around my jawline and pulled my face up to where his eyes were full of intensity.

"I understand." I gulped afraid from the pressure Harry pressed to my jaw. The heat was growing between us when my eyes looked into his, the only emotion that was clear was anger. I never knew by such a small conversation I could cause Harry to come to the end of his rope.

"Good, now sit down and shut your mouth." Harry released the pressure from my jaw slowly letting me lean back into my seat. From under his gaze, I was afraid to even move, like if I shifted slightly he would become increasingly mad.

I felt the heat dissipate when he returned to his seat. I kept my gaze out the window at the clouds that surrounded us. My mind was reeling to Louis, I wondered what he was doing right now. I wanted to text him and tell him that I already missed him but he probably already knew this. Louis was kinder then Harry who from my short interactions definitely dealt with anger issues.

I didn't even give Harry much of an attitude when I was clearly frustrated by his short answers. I may have come off like I had a slight demanding attitude but I didn't think it was much for Harry to call me out on. I didn't expect him to grab my jaw the way he did, the way his eyes burned into mine.

All I wanted to know was where my phone was so I could talk to Louis. I only wanted to entertain myself with what little things I had to do yet Harry shut me down. He was a man of a short fuse and I learned this the hard way, unfortunately.

Daring to peek over at Harry I saw his hard gaze on me. Like he was burning me in his mind with that deadly stare he gave me. What did I ever do to deserve such a nasty look? Without thinking through this entirely I parted my lips and began to speak to him.

"What did I do or say to you to make you hate me so much?"

I waited for a reply but rather than answering the question he stared at me with the same intensity as before. Rolling his eyes like I was some child asking a stupid question I folded my arms in my chest boiling at the way he treated me. First coming off threatening despite his job title and now he just ignored me rather than gave me the time of day. Maybe it was better I didn't say a word, I would get less eye rolling and glares that way.

1:25 PM

Hours passed slower and slower with zero entertainment. Sitting in the silence of Harry and me, I drove myself insane with keeping all my thoughts in my head. Since I had nothing to do but sit in silence I began to try and situate myself in my seat, maybe a nap was in order. The ride would feel shorter if I could sleep through it, this was going to be my solution.

Nuzzling into my oversized chair I pulled a blanket over me, cuddling myself into a ball and closing my eyes. Keeping them open very slightly, my vision was very blurred with only color distinctions to make out. I kept my eyes on Harry watching as he sat in the silence, how could he not be dying of boredom like me? If he was, he was excellent at shielding it from me, I would have never caught on to a person like him becoming bored.

Seeing him move finally I saw him pull something out of his pocket. Narrowing my eyes on him I tried to make out the color of the object I could see was a phone. Rose gold, I said to myself knowing that, that was my phone I was looking for earlier. God damn, he took my phone!

Watching his next interactions with my phone I saw him flip through unknown things, seeing him scroll most likely through my photos or text messages I can only assume. Why was he invading my only privacy I had left? I guess someone in my position doesn't necessarily get privacy, privacy is seen as a luxury that I apparently didn't have. Why did Harry care about my conversations with Louis and others anyway? What could he benefit from reading my messages and looking through my personal photos?

Clenching my jaw I wanted to scream at what he did next. Internally screaming at him I watched as he dropped my phone into a tall glass of water, causing the screen to immediately turn black. The phone losing all its power due to the damage the water had done to the electronic. Damn it I cursed to myself.

"I know your awake little Farfalla." He mocked calling me out on my spying I thought I was succeeding at. Popping open my eyes I immediately responded to his mocking tone.

"Don't call me that!" My cheeks flushed feeling embarrassed about my nickname my father had called me when I was little. The name had carried on into my adulthood, bringing me a sense of comfort when he called me by it but hearing the mocking tone from Harry only made me feel annoyed.

"Don't you raise your voice at me," Harry warned seeing that I was getting escalated. Huffing in frustration before I spoke again I collected myself thinking before I chose to speak. Standing up from my chair, Harry met me with only a few steps.

"What did you do that for?" I asked him as calmly as possible. From Harry's little stunt that proved nothing but that he was an asshole, I had lost any memories I had left. I wanted to be as patience as possible but that was wearing thin with the constant negativity Harry lashed on me.

"I thought you said you have been doing this your whole life?" Harry became more condescending the more he spoke. Every word he spoke fired at me, attacking me.

"I have.." I stuttered unsure of what he was trying to connect. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, then you should already know that any type of outside communication is prohibited. Although you don't seem like the sharpest knife in the drawer so I wouldn't expect you to remember that." Harry jabbed at my intelligence that he downplayed majorly.

"I may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer but, at least I'm not the worlds biggest ass," I mumbled to myself out of anger and frustration. I don't know if I wanted him to overhear me or not given how he controls his anger from the past.

"What did you just say?" Harry questioned towering over me again using intimidation to break me down and feel small. Immediately regretting my mumbled words I looked up at him seeing his green eyes burn with anger.

"Nothing." I shook my head knowing that this was a lie and he knew it as well as I did. His eyes burned into mine, keeping a strong stare at me.

"I will not tolerate disrespect, princess. I don't care if you like me, I'm not here to be your friend but, you will respect me." He demanded with a stare that killed me over and over again in his mind no doubt. My hands balled into fists at my sides with frustration fueling me. The heat was rising to my skin, heating from the inside I boiled under the frustration I felt towards such a man.

"Respect is earned not given." My teeth clenched at the anger that locked my jaw. How was I expected to respect such a brash and offensive man? I had barely spoken two words to him before he rudely replied to my kind gesture upon meeting him. Already treating me like the scum of the Earth.

"Just remember who is taking a bullet for you, princess! Your safety is given to you not because you earned it, but because it's handed to you!" Harry's voice rose above an average volume ultimately scaring me. I didn't like when voices exceeded a certain volume, I never did like the sound of fighting.

Not knowing what else to say I stood looking completely stupid. With nothing else to say I took in a breath quietly, swallowing what little pride I had left. Harry was right, I didn't earn the right to be protected, it was given to me. Why am I anymore special then another person walking the streets of London?

"Since I can already see you have an issue with respect for authority, I'm putting some rules in place," Harry growled still in an intense voice that never ceased to bring me anxiety. His demeanor always that of intense and cold from what I could tell so far. "Your father told me you were very cooperative so these should be easy to follow. First you will not speak unless spoken to, and second, you will do anything and everything I ask of you, yeah?"

Gulping down the anger I nodded as a little kid would to their parents after understanding what the parent was telling them. Harry was taking the role of my father in a way, he treated me like a child and that only made my heart burn with anger. My soul was on fire from the way Harry treated me, his eyes giving away the only emotion he held.

"Yeah." I released my clenched jaw, and let go of my fists. The anger becoming less concentrated in these areas of my body.

"Great." Harry's green eyes turned away from mine, his feet leading him back to his chair he sat in.

Why was Harry like this? Was his growing anger something that he was born with or was it something developed over time? I guess it was going to be a great mystery anyways since Harry guarded himself and closed himself off. I was not allowed to speak unless spoken to, he didn't care for talking to me, getting to know me or vice-versa. Harry didn't strike me as a person to care about anything or anyone but, his job as my security forced him to.

-April 15, 2016