Escape His World (H.S 1D)

Chapter 19: Escape

A/N: heyo! So sorry I haven't updated in a while but here is Chapter 19. I've decided to start wrapping up the story. Don't worry! It's wont be over for a while but this story was originally just going to be to test the waters of wattpad and I'm so happy that this book got such good responses. So just a quick update on what my plan for this book is. I am planning on completing soon so keep checking back for new chapters!

I'm really proud of the next few chapters so happy reading....

Ily! Xoxox

Luhu

Previously On Escape His World

We sprinted into my apartment. Harry grabbed that stupid journal that started it all and opened it to the last page with all those random bloody words on the pages. On the page afterwards, I saw a different scrawl, different handwriting, kinder....handwriting....Louis' handwriting.

Angela's POV

My world started spinning. How could this be happening. I couldn't read the words correctly as my vision blurred with tears. Harry stared at me with his bright green hues and decided to read Louis' note to me...

Hey Angela, Harry. So as you probably know....Im dead. Lol never thought I'd hear myself say that! Anyway, Im not quite quite dead. Im in this half concious predicament I dont know Im not a professioanl in this field! Anyway, I don't know how I figured out how to write this to you, it just sorta happened. I wanted to tell you what I was planning on telling you on the phone earlier. I missed you. I really did. After your dad died, I never thought I would see the old Angela again. I saddened me. It just makes me happier knowing that you were brought back. Harry, if you're reading this, I dont like you. I really don't. But I am so grateful that you brought my Angie back. So thanks.

Oh! One last thing....Your mom is here! I know, wierd. If I wasn;t dead I would stomp myself over to your place right now and yell at you for hiding all this cool stuff from me. Anyway, she says hi! And I have no idea what this means but she told me to tell you this: Escape his world. Escape his game and his hold on your life.

Angela I have no idea what is going on and you know how I hate being clueless. I should be pissed off but that wouldn't really do me good now would it. God, I'm dead. Its really hitting me now. I love you Angela. Good luck on whatever your mom meant.

Love, Lou

Harry finished reading Louis' note and I broke down in tears again. I cried until there weren't any tears left. Harry just hugged me to his side and let me rest my head on his chest. When I had passed out only a day ago, I saw my mom standing in front of me. She told me that I need to get away, but I can't remember anything else. Harry was on edge the entire day. Treating me like glass.

"Angie, this is progress right? Now we know your mom's perspective on this. It's just a matter of figuring out what she meant by escape your dad's game." I sniffled and nodded, burying my face into the crook of his neck.

Louis' POV (Enjoy it cause it's the last one!)

I stared ahead of me. The blankness was annoying and confusing to my senses. I was just looking at a white room that seemed to have no end. The only thing in front of me was a journal peacefully laying on a beaten, antique desk. I looked down at my body. It wasn't mangled in the least. In fact, I was surprisingly in tact and rather spiffily dressed. Cleanly shaved and everything. I sat down at the desk and just sat for God knows how long, thinking. Its the most interesting thing one can do at a time like this I guess. I couldn't believe I had died. I mean, it still hasn't hit me.

Or maybe it has hit you and you just don't care. My stupid subconcious adds in. Of course I cared. I left a pretty good life behind. One that i hadn't lived to the fullest. I opened the beautifully embellished journal and read through the previous entries. I gasped in astonishment. They were addressed to Angela. W-what does this have to do with her? Then it all clicked. Her acting all mysterious, my death caused by some god-awful creature basically shredding me into pieces. It all made sense. Then, I felt a surge of electricity through my body and I just started writing. I don't know why but somewhere in the back of my mind I knew exactly what I was doing. A beautiful women in golden robes stood next to me. Silently urging me to continue. The gold was a welcomed contrast to the stark whiteness of all my surroundings. All I remember after finishing that article was my head being slammed against the desk by a hooded figure. Finally, a calming blackness overtook my vision.

Angela's POV
Harry and I were cuddled on my bed. No, not romantically or anything. Now was not the time. We were reading, re reading, and analyzing everything we possibly could. We scanned, copied and printed the notes and write notes in the margins. We both had our nerd glasses on.
"Hey, I think I found something Angie" Harry whispered. I turned my head slightly to him, still not taking my eyes off of one of the first letters my dad wrote. When I finally looked up, Harry gave me a hopeful expression.
"Do you see these spots of splattered ink on Louis note?" I nodded. But this was insignificant?
"Well, look closer." Harry urged me. I leaned my head closer to the note, pushing my glasses up. My eyes honed in on small arrows that were so tiny and blotchy, you could barely distinguish the angles of the arrows. But they definitely were. Each arrow was pointing to the left in no particular order. My eyes widened as I looked back up at Harry. He had a small concerned smile on his face.

"Well Mr. Styles, looks like we are a step closer to getting rid of my Dad for good" I whispered in his ear. I pecked him on the lips and his rare grin took over his face.

"I guess so Ms. Tamzes" He breathed as he hugged my close.

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Harry's POV

"I guess so Ms. Tamzes" I muttered into her hair. I meant it. I really did. I could feel her smile against my chest as I clutched her to me. Her right arm wrapped around my waist and her left tucked between our bodies. We just rocked back and forth for a while. 

"I handled everything wrong back there. When you were thinking about....ummm...hurting yourself at the party. What I should've said is that I love you. I am here for you. Truly until the end." Her grip on my waist tightened. Tears wracked her body. 

"Thank you, Harry. I love you too." I smiled. NO matter the situation, those three words meant so much to me. I carried her to the bed and layed down with her. Never letting her go. We had to figure this out. She deserved peace. 

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Who knew escape could be so complicated?

AUTHORS NOTE: OK. So the Zayn Malik issue. Im going to pretend that Zayn is still part of 1d as I continue this story. ALTHOUGH for all of you ppl hating on Zayn or Perrie. Go away. If it makes them happy LET THEM BE HAPPY. Zayn dedicated 5 years of his life helping and inspiring kids and teens all around the world. The least we can do is accept that he just wants to be a normal 22 year old. Think about it. He has spent the last five years being analyzed and speculated by the media and fans. I think it is only fair that we let Zayn be. Maybe he will come back. I dont know. But he deserves to chill for a little bit until he feels he is ready to take on the ruthless sea of girls, if he is ever ready. If not we need to accept it ok? Stop hating on Zayn because he has done so much for us and it is selfish of US to think he needs to come back to 1d if he is not ready. And no, this is not completely managements fault either. Yes, they played a major part in it but if I were Zayn, I would want to spend my time with my fiancee and enjoy life out of the spotlight just for a little bit. I know 1D isn't the same without Zayn. I know. But there are still 4 boys named Louis, Niall, Liam, and Harry who still want and need our support and want to keep going with this. Whatever their future holds, its their lives and who are we to control it? 

All the love! -luhu