The Side You Don't Hear (1D)

Chapter 9

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Peter's POV

                What had I done?  I had mixed two very different emotions when dealing with Harry, and that resulted with me sitting here in a jail cell.  I needed to focus my mind on what was most important: Clark.  My little crush could wait, but for now I had to get the baby away from that psycho and back to his mother who is probably freaking out right now.  Lucky for me, my cousin worked at the police station where they held people over night, which is conveniently where I was until further notice.  He was a great guy and didn't deserve to get fired for helping me out, so I only asked for one favor.  All I needed was two phone calls as opposed to the one that was given to everyone.  He gave me that, knowing that I could have easily asked for more. 

                My first phone call would be to Alice, but not to tell her where Clark was.  Telling her would not be the answer as Harry would probably run away from her without a second thought, taking Clark to a new unknown location.  I had to corner him where I knew he was, and there was only one way to do that, so I dialed her number.

                "Alice? It's Peter...  Yes I know where Clark is....  No, he isn't safe....  No, I can't tell you where he is.....  I know, I'm sorry, but I only have a minute to talk and I need something......  I'm in jail, but that's not important, I need Liam's number..... Yes, Liam Payne..........Okay thank you.  I'll get Clark home safe, I promise." I hung up the phone before she could freak out anymore.  I hated hearing that kind of fear in her voice, but I had to stick to my plan for this to work.  I quickly dialed Liam's number before I forgot it and hoped I hadn't messed it up as the phone rang.

                "Hello?" Liam's voice sounded on the other line.  I sighed in relief, but then refocused on what I had to do.

                "Liam, this is Peter, Alice's friend.  We last met at the waiting room when Clark was born," I told him, trying not to waste time, "I need you to do something for me."

                "Look, I'd normally love to help, but I'm having a bit of an emergency-" he started to say before I cut him off, knowing he was trying to find Harry and the baby before Alice could find out.

                "I know where Harry and Clark are," I told him, effectively ending his weak attempt at a cover up.  Before he could start asking questions, I continued with exactly what I needed him to do for me, "This is what you have to do: go to the motel around the corner from the restaurant you met Harry at; that's where he was with Clark before I showed up.  You have to go fast before he moves again."  Liam seemed to take this in for a second, and then I heard him speaking to the driver of his car.  Finally, he spoke again.

                "Thank you, Peter," he said sincerely. "Have you spoken to Alice?" he asked, seeming almost scared to know the answer. 

                "Briefly, but I didn't tell her much.  All she knows is that Clark isn't safe any longer, but she doesn't know why-" the line went dead.  Clearly, my limited jail phone time had been used up.  Hopefully I had gotten enough information across to Liam for him to fix all of this craziness.

Harry's POV

                I sat on the bed of the small, beat up motel room holding my baby boy, my little Clark, in my arms.  He was still crying, but I had no idea what to do about it.  I tried changing his diaper, but that didn't help.  I tried giving him a bottle, but that provided the same results, as well as trying to get him to sleep.  He wasn't having any of it, and all I could think of was that being held by a stranger was scaring him.  My eyes started to tear; I shouldn't be considered a stranger to him.  If only I had come to my senses earlier then I could have been there every day for Clark.  He would recognize my voice and my touch, maybe even my face, the way a baby should with his father.  I decided that I needed to start now if these things were ever going to happen, and maybe this would even calm the shrieking child. 

                " Truly, madly, deeply, I am

Foolishly, completely falling

And somehow you kicked all my walls in

So baby, say you’ll always keep me

Truly, madly, crazy, deeply in love with you

I hope I’m not a casualty,

I hope you won’t get up and leave

May not mean that much to you

But to me it’s everything, everything."

                I sang these words softly to Clark, who calmed down considerably.  For the first time, I saw those lyrics in a different way; they will never be to a nameless girl the way most of our songs are, but to my son, who has truly kicked down my walls and made me fall in love.  I couldn't help but tear up again as I thought about him and examined his features closely as he started to dose off; something I never got to do before.  His eyes, although starting to close, were an unmistakable green that I would love to claim as my own, but they were clearly his mother's.  It was the dark ring around them that made it obvious, but others might not look that deeply into it.  His hair wasn't very long, but it was growing in slightly wavy, not quite as curly as mine, but maybe it will curl up a bit more when it's longer.  It was a nice light brown, more like my hair color than Alice's dark brown.  I was happy that he had something of mine, because I really couldn't see much else about myself in Clark.  He was clearly more his mother than I.

                Clark's eyes finally closed, and even though I wanted to sit there holding him forever, I had to act while I could.  I placed him down gently and dragged the hotel's phone into the bathroom so I wouldn't wake him with my calls.  I had to plan our escape from this world, but I needed help to do that.  My biggest question then was who to call; they had to have connections to convey messages if need be and money, as I couldn't use my credit cards without being tracked, but above all, they had to have my back.  As much as I wanted to, I couldn't call any of the boys for the same reason I couldn't flee to one of their homes: they would lead Liam right to me, as they are just as loyal to him as they are to me.  My second choice was to call my mother, but Liam was bound to go to her after not finding me anywhere in London.  After her was Gemma, who would love more than anything to meet her only nephew, but she didn't have access to any of my money the way mom did, as she insisted on never taking anything from her baby brother.  If this whole escape plan worked out, then I'd have to pay her a secret visit.  After I had crossed all these people off of my list, I had one option left, but I knew it was the best one.  I pulled out my cell phone to check the number before dialing it on the hotel's landline and waiting impatiently as it rang too many times.

                "Hello?" the familiar voice asked on the other side of the line.  I sighed in relief, happy that he had answered a phone call from an unknown number for once.

                "Hey Ed, it's Harry." I answered, smiling at the thought of my plan actually coming together.

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