Thunder

Chapter 2-PART 2

I would be back next week, what a twist of fate, the re-launch of One Direction would be in the same show in which January now contended, I couldn’t get over it. So much had changed since that night....

“Where do you wanna go?” I had asked her tersely.

She ran a hand through her hair, “I don’t know Harry, this is all so fucked up.”

She was silent, “I have a friend up North, take me to the train station.”

“Will she let you stay with her?” I asked her, nervous.

She nodded, “she crashed at mine for a good 3 months a while back, she owes me one.”

The rest of the car journey was silent except for January’s phone lighting up constantly with phone calls from Darren, but she kept it on in case Ashley called her. We were parked outside the train station when the phone blared again, I snapped it off the dashboard and put it to my ear:

“Get the fuck back here January, or I will drag you away from him by the hair,” a voice growled.

“Do not come near her ever again,” I hissed down the phone, “how dare you treat a woman like that.”

“You!” he cried, “don’t tell me what to do, she is mine,”

“She is not a possession, do not come near her, or I swear it’ll be the last thing you ever do.” I hung up the phone and January leaned in to give me a tight hug.

“I’ll call you when I get there,” she promised, and I squeezed her hand tightly.

I snapped out of the flashback and pulled out my phone, I had the same number I had had when I left her, I scrolled down to her old number, my finger hovered over the call icon, but I shook my head and put it away. Could I face her now after everything, I had left her when she had needed me most, I know nothing had happened and now she was on the tracks to stardom, but still, I had let her down I should have stayed.

Now what was I? A singer turned model. That had been a change, our last song had tanked, completely bottom out, it was called “Too much loving” and was the worst sold song of the year. The fandom slowly fell to pieces, between my moving and Louis’ wedding everyone lost hope, I got a contract with Burberry and stayed with Ashley, we got married a year later. Problems erupted soon after that, but then she told me she was pregnant and everything seemed fine, until I found a paternity test under her bed, and the kid wasn’t mine. Divorced at 22, that was something I never wanted, then Simon calls a few years later and wants a reunion tour, and that we have to promote on the X Factor and then there was January.

Sweet, talented, trusting, she called me that night and told me she was staying at a hotel across the road from the train station and getting a train the next morning, I was just glad she had gotten away from Darren.

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I walked up to the teller at the train station.

“When’s the next train toCoventry?” I asked the woman, she flicked to the next page in her tabloid magazine smacking her gum.

“Tomorrow.”

I frowned, “What?”

“To-mor-row.” She repeated, still not looking up.

I sighed, “What time at?”

“11am”

“Is there anywhere I can stay until then?” I asked her, she looked up at me at last.

“There’s a motel across the road, but word of advice don’t eat the food.”

I nodded and thanked her, I left the cold train station and trekked across the road.

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I checked my watch 2.30am, my shift ended in half an hour, all I had had some far was some girl demanding a train to Coventry, well she would just half to wait, I was just heading for another coffee, when a man approached the pay point.

He had dark hair pushed back from his face, but he kept his head down.

“Girl come through here?” He asked, I looked round at him.

“Maybe.” I answered, eyeing his wallet which stuck out of his jeans, he got on fast, and pulled it out.

“How much?”

“Fifty.” He didn’t even barter, and handed it over.

“She wanted to go toCoventry, but the train’s not till tomorrow, she’s staying at the motel across the road.”

“Thanks”