I eyed Harry in interest as he paced the room, talking to someone on the phone. His hand running through his long curly hair as he talked in a soft voice, but there are times in the conversation where his eyes darken and he'll begin to shout at the caller.

"I want you to find the last one, I don't care if it'll take a week or another month. Just find the person."

I yawned, lying down on the bed and rubbed my eyes. His green eyes snapped to my direction, his features softening. "I'll call you back."

Hanging up, he walked towards me and sat down on the mattress. "You look tired than usual." He commented, brushing stray blonde hairs away from my face before pressing a kiss on my lips. "Is something bothering you? You know you don't have to worry about the police catching you cause they will never find you as long as I'm around."

I shook my head, "I'm fine Harry, just a bit sleepy." It was the truth, it is almost two in the morning, I stayed up late just to wait for him. He gently traced his index finger just below my eyes and frowned, "Your eye bags are even darker."

Groaning, I pushed his hand away and pulled him closer by the neck instead. "Shh...Be quiet and don't tell me about how tired I look." I mumbled, burying my fave further into his neck. I pressed my lips against the skin and he wrapped his arms around my waist. Both of us silent for a moment, the sound of the fire crackling in the fireplace only heard.

"We still have to discuss about what happened this morning." He whispered, pulling away slightly to look me in the eye. Before I could even start protesting, he covered my mouth with the palm of his hand, silencing me. "Don't even start reasoning out why I shouldn't."

I sighed, and pulled away from him, facing the dark corner of the room. "I am fine Harry. There is nothing more I can say about what happened this morning. I guess I just had a panic attack." He took hold of my chin and made me face him once again, eyeing me intently. "Panic attack? You're not f.ucking serious right?" I groaned once again, covering my ears. "Will you just please don't talk about what happened awhile ago? I'm tired already."

I expected for him to snap at me and tell me that I am a b.itch. But he didn't. Instead, he placed a cold palm on my forehead before pulling me to his chest. I let out a breath and scoot closer to him as he traced different patterns on my arm. "Okay, okay. I'll drop it. In one condition, that is."

Of course there's always a catch.

"What is it?" I croaked, brushing away his curls away from his face. He took my hand before nibbling gently on my palm. It was ticklish but I fought the urge to laugh since my stomach is still causing me pain. "I want you to tell me what's bothering you. First thing tomorrow."

"Okay," I mumbled and closed my eyes, eager to welcome sleep. "I'm so weak." I whispered softly, more to myself than to him.

"All humans are weak Lucinda, experiences and hardships only strengthens you. Making you a better person, but there are times it's the other way around. Take me for an example, the product of taking hardships harshly. Look at me now. A monster."

I opened my eyes, staring at him for a few second before planting a kiss on his chin. "I guess you just needed someone to guide you. Goodnight Harry."

Time surely flew pass because the moment I opened my eyes, it's already ten in the morning. Harry long gone and the only evidence of laying next to me was the cascaded blanket on his side of the bed. I'm pretty sure he went off to work on whatever job or task he needed to finish. Yawning, I stretched my arms, closing my eyes as my muscles stretched much to my relief.

"You're awake."

I almost jumped out of the bed, his sudden statement startling me. There he stood in front of me, hair neatly combed back and now wearing all black clothes. Seriously, he couldn't look much more like a demon than his choice of clothes. Imagining him wearing white or something bright seems like an illusion. "You scared me." I murmur.

"Remember Lucinda, our agreement last night."

I nod, "Of course." He became silent for awhile before raising an eyebrow, "Well? Are you going to tell me or not?" I sigh and sat down on the edge of the bed, twiddling with my fingers. "I absolutely don't know what's wrong with me Harry. I was just fine and in the next minute, I felt dizzy. I don't even have a fever."

We were both interrupted by a knock on the door, Harry answered it without hesitation. Grace's head poked out, staring at me and Harry. "Styles, they're here." Harry stiffen and gravely nod, "Tell them I'll be down."

Who? Harry closed the door once again before pushing me slightly to the bathroom. "We'll discuss this later, go take a shower and don't come down until Grace comes back to get you. Understood?" I didn't have to be told twice.

Pressing his lips on my head, he went out of the room after locking it. I grab my towel and went inside the bathroom. Undressing myself, I turn the shower on and waited for the water to turn warm. Steam fogged the glass as I went under the shower and started to bathe. Humming softly, I place shampoo on my hair and work on the lather. After scrubbing my body with soap and rinsing everything away, I walked out of the shower, towel wrapped around me.

Drying my hair with a towel, I got out of the room to see Grace already standing with a black dress in her hands. "Harry requests you to wear this. He has guests over." I took the dress and the undergarments that is neatly folded in one of Harry's drawers that is specifically for me. Grace turned her back on me, waiting for me to get dressed. "Who are these 'guests'?" I questioned as I toss the towel aside, zipping the dress down and put it on after I wear my undergarments.

The dress stopped just above my knees and it was comfortable to wear. "It's his...partners. They are just here to assist Harry on finding-"

"The last Smith. I know."

I zipped the dress back on and walked over to the mirror. I could feel Grace's eyes on me the entire time. I took my comb and brush my wet hair, watching Grace's surprised and speechless expression. "Y-you know? Who told you?"

I nod my head, "Harry did." I answered and put on the heels that she handed me. As I put it on, she stared at me the whole time. "You two are getting closer than I expected. It took a few months for Harry to tell us what his plans were." I stood up and brushed the skirt of the dress, making sure there weren't wrinkles visible. "I didn't know that."

"Harry never trusts anybody. I can tell he doesn't even trust me, Niall or Zayn. Even Sonya has trouble of earning his trust. He even told us once that we have to die a thousand times for his sake before he trusts us, obviously that's a joke. But at Harry's state of mind, it's hard to tell."

"He told you that?" I asked in shock, a bit baffled that he would tell that to them. But knowing his past, I'm sure he doesn't consider that a joke. "Well, yes he did." She answered in a small tone. "Since you're finished, let's go downstairs. But a word of advice, don't do anything and don't engage a conversation with any of them. These guests Harry has are not the typical ones."

"Understood."

Exiting the room, I followed Grace down the stairs and into the living room. My eyes shifted from Harry to five people sitting on the couch, their heads and faces covered by their black cloaks. The only thing visible of them were their hands littered by different styles of tattoos. "Sit beside me," Harry ordered, gesturing to the empty space beside him. I obeyed and sat down, avoiding eye contact with the five people. Well, if they are considered people, maybe they are even demons just like Harry here.

"This is Lucinda." Harry introduced, the five figures just bowed slightly at my direction. "To be straight to the point, we will find the last Smith for you." The one in the middle said in a low inhuman voice. The voice was similar to those villains or murderers in the movies. The only difference right now is that this person talking is real, and not some academy award winning actor.

"I am most pleased to hear that." Harry said, wounding an arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. "I can assure you, we will find them and bring them to your feet." Without another word, the middle one stood up and the rest followed. "See you in due time."

I was about yo stand and head to the kitchen to grab something to eat, one of the cloaked figures spun and face me. It pointed a finger at me, the room deathly silent. "This girl," This time the voice is similar to a young woman. "She is in deep trouble. Isn't she a human?" Turning to Harry, she pointed an accusing finger at him. "You know the rules, you cannot have a human staying in this house with you. She should be back home with her kind."

"It's just for the time being."

What?

"Master will not like it if he finds out. You should do something about it before he does."

And just like that, they disappeared right in from of us. I stared at the place where the five figures used to stand. That was strange and scary. Turning to Harry, his face is twisted in an ugly snarl. "No is allowed to dictate what I want to do. No one."