Elle's p.o.v
I woke up in my usual bed. Weird. Last thing I remember I was in the basement in the cell.
Oh wait.
The tattoos!
Oh my, I've just remembered. Reece forced me to say things I want on the boys tattoos.
******Flashback*******
I had only just woken up from my dosage of Reece's knockout injection. I must have had less than everyone else because they were all still stone cold out.
Five minutes later or so, Reece came down and gave me a piece of paper and a pencil.
"I told you I was going to do tattoos Elle and I still plan on it. But I WILL let you choose what each one says. You have five minutes."
I quickly set to work, knowing that if I refused, Reece might write something horrible on them forever.
I decided on 4 of the tattoos but I just couldn't seem to put my affection for Harry into words without it sounding cheesy.
Ah what they heck, he's already got loads of tattoos, one more cheesy one won't hurt.
'Harry- I love you' I scribbled before handing the paper to Reece.
Little did I know that when I walked out of that cell, it would be the last time I saw those cheeky boys.
*******end of flashback******
I sighed. All along I wanted them to be free as soon as possible and believe me, I'm so happy that all my hard work and punishments paid off.
But my body feels empty. I feel like there is no reason for me to be here anymore. I'm here as a slave and it's not my job to protect anyone.
I exited my thoughts and made my way to Sam's room. It was about 10 o'clock in the morning so the boys are probably safe in a hospital now. They are most likely still unconscious, as I found Sam still fast asleep from whatever chemical Reece injected into us. I just had a very small dosage so I woke up quickly.
Jamie was still asleep, in Niall's room.
Well, it's not Niall's room is it? It's simply a room that used to accommodate somebody that I used to know.
**************
The day crawled by. Sam woke up around 2 and Jamie came downstairs about an hour after that. I made my usual meals, for five fewer people, did the washing and ironing, for five fewer people.
Last week, it seemed that everything revolved around those boys, or should I say men?
Overall, it was much more peaceful around the house and Reece wasn't even in sight for most of it.
When I was cooking the evening meal, I felt like I was waiting for someone to ask when it would be ready, or complain that they were starving, or offer help with preparing the food, or stand next to me and chat, or crack a joke that would make me spill whatever I was holding.
But no...
That time is gone and I need to get over it. They are gone, they are safe and I am here so I need to pull myself together and get working on my plan to escape.
Louis's p.o.v
We've now been back for 4 days. It's gone really slowly and I've not done very much. I got a call earlier, asking us to appear on a morning chat show on TV to tall about everything. We are going on the Jonathan Ross show tonight and I have a feeling that we are going to be questioned about Elle.
We've also had loads of meetings with management and the police investigation department. It's been odd and I have had fans outside my house for two days now.
