Adopted by Emma Watson.

t h i r t y - f o u r

The next morning I woke up with arms wrapped around me. We went to a hotel, far from her house. I smiled, I looked over at her, her back was bare, her hair was a mess, she looked perfect. I felt her moving around, her arms never leaving my body. Events from last night playing through my mind. 

Her eyes fluttered open, she smiled at me. "What time is it?" 

"Um. Twelve past one," I voiced. Her eyes shot open. "You wanted to stay up all night, so don't look at me." 

"You didn't enjoy it?" she smirked.

"It was alright." She threw a punch at my shoulder, "ouch. Child abuse." 

"Quiet. I am going to get a shower," she got up, wrapping herself in the bedsheets. "Why are you still sitting there, come on." 

We were in the middle of our 'shower' when someone started pounding on the door. I hurried out throwing a shirt on and some pants before throwing it open. "Listen, I know you are probably busy at the moment, but some expensive looking dude came around asking for you. I knew better than to answer, but I can still pull your location from snap, so you might want to turn it off." 

"Charlotte who was it?" Emma came around the corner. Olivia's mouth fell open, before a smile appeared on it. 

"I want the deets later," she whispered. 

"Oh hey Olivia," Emma smiled. 

"What it doesn't freak you out? Emma she knows."

"Of course she knows, do you think you were the only one to talk to her," she said in a know-it-all tone. I just shook my head, and went to go find my phone. So all of those snide remarks Olivia made, as it turned out, she just, knew. But what did she know? 

"Emma do you want your phone?" 

"Yes, please." I grabbed both of our phones and hers' to her. 

Olivia left awhile ago, her and Emma must've got bored gossiping about me or something. Bunch of losers. I sat in the bed, I had no clue what we were going to do. There was some rich dude hunting us down, and Emma was so famous it was only a matter of time before they pinned a location on her.

And it wasn't like she could announce to the world 'Hey some murderer is coming for me, hide me, maybe don't snap photos of me.' So for the time being we were stuck and trapped, and for once they ever so witty Charlotte Watson had no jokes, no wise cracks, no comments to make. And more importantly no answers...

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eh, eh, eh, eh, emmmmmm