My Master Hates Me [h.s]

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Chapter Four

The Next Day

Lola's POV

The next day I woke up with a throbbing headache, I had cried through the whole night till my tears dried up and sleep overcame me. Slowly walking to the bathroom I grabbed a glass of cold water and chugged it down hoping it would cure my sore throat as well as my headache. When the pain subsided slightly I walked back to the bed and sat there, staring blankly at the wall. I didn't even want to know what horrible thing I would be made to do, the unknown was better than knowing.

A knock at the door made me jump and I went to answer it halfheartedly, hoping it would not be the messenger of bad news. A young maid stood in front of me with a letter in her hand, she averted her gaze and instead focused on the patterned carpet. After thanking her she almost ran away, it unnerved me slightly but I chose to ignore it; after all I had not been bought to make friends.

Walking back into the depressing room, I opened the letter with shaky fingers hoping that it wouldn't contain some horrible orders.

To Lola,

Today we'll go shopping and get you some clothes seeing as the ones you have are dreadful.

Ms Styles

I smiled down at the note and then stopped myself, I couldn't like the person who had physically bought me for the purpose of pleasing her son. Tucking the paper away, I decided to shower and get ready seeing as last time she was not happy with my attire although I couldn't really blame her.

The hot water cascaded down my back and I immediately relaxed and forgot about where I was, the soap undoing the knots in my back and the steam clearing my thoughts. In that small glass space I almost forgot where I was and what happened the day before. Almost.

"Lola?" A shrill voice from outside called and I sighed heavily- I couldn't even enjoy one moment of peace to myself.

Regrettably I turned off the water, wrapped a towel around myself and went out to see who my rude intruder was. When I opened the door I saw the same young maid that had delivered the letter, she was holding some clothes out. Thanking her, I went back into the bathroom and hoped that she had given me something decent to wear. It was plainly a black jumper and a skater skirt- very modest which surprised me.

A few minutes later, I was ready to leave for my expedition. The more I thought about it the more nervous I got. I couldn't tell whether it was some secret initiation test, I shook that idea off when I realised that Mrs Styles didn't really care about my personality; as long as I was obedient and satisfied her son she was happy. The maid came to collect me and she looked me up and down with disgust in her eyes; I knew what she was thinking- 'slut' or 'whore'. I didn't really care what she thought.

The more I walked through the corridors, the more acquainted I got with them and I was beginning to map out the route to the front door and living room. Standing there in a plush, fur coat was Ms Styles who was staring impatiently at the clock; when she saw us she gave a relieved smile.

"There you are!" She said exasperatedly, and came over to drag me with her but before she could even open the front door a certain someone stopped us.

"Are you going shopping?" A deep and husky voice called from behind and we both swivelled round to see who was talking. It was Harry- the rude, intense, gorgeous man I had met the day before. I turned around to face the door again when I realised that they didn't need me in the conversation.

"Yes dear, why'd you ask?" Her voice sounded sweeter and higher when she spoke to him, like she was trying to be something else around him. You're being paranoid and nosey, I told myself.

"I need to get some things- mind if I tag along?" He said, walking towards the maid who was holding out his coat. I couldn't help but stare, he was like no one I had ever seen and I had seen some beautiful men. The way his hair fell effortlessly down to his shoulders in gentle curls, the way his eyes sparkled in any light, his jawline that could cut stone, his staggering height. I could see why Mrs Styles had married him.

We walked in silence to the car, I could feel some awkwardness in the air and I couldn't help but feel like I was the cause. Ms Styles got into the driver's seat and Harry managed to fit his long limbs into the small space.

I fumbled with the complicated seatbelt, getting more frustrated and embarrassed every time I failed to lock it in.

"Need help?" A voice from the front said and I almost fainted from shock. That was the first time Harry spoke to me.

This was kind of a filler I guess- sorry guys :/

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