Why did I have to see that scar? Why? Now I lay in bed, tossing and turning, the memories on a loop in head...
"So when are you and Harry heading out?" I asked Ashley, who had picked up the phone because Harry was in the shower.
"Tomorrow," she replied, "hunny, it's 2.30 in the morning, you've had the week from hell, get some sleep," she urged me. I smiled, Ashley had been horrified when she had picked up the phone, Harry had told her every thing.
"Okay," I agreed, "Oh will you put Harry on, I want to thank him for everything,"
"Yeah, he's out of the shower now," I heard her stand up, "Harry, January wants to talk to you."
"Bye Ashley," I said sadly down the phone.
"Bye babe," she said equally so.
"Hey January," Harry's husky voice said, "are you on your way." I shook my head even though I knew he couldn't see.
"Train's tomorrow, there's a motel though so all's fine," I replied.
"Look after yourself okay." Harry said.
I smiled, "You too, thanks for everything," I said.
"You too," for what I thought.
"Bye"
"Bye."
I tossed over in my bed again, block it out, I thought, just block it out. It was impossible, and the memories continued to wash over me...
I rolled over in the papery sheets of the hotel bed, 4AM, great. The room phone rang suddenly, I leaned over and picked it up.
"Miss. Bellame?" a foreign voice chirped.
"Yes?"
"There's a Mr. Styles down here in reception for you."
I frowned, what was going on, why was he here?
"Yeah," I said, sitting up and pressing a head to my hand, "send him up."
I hung the phone up and pulled the covers off me, and went into the bathroom, to check I didn't look too awful, I didn't want to worry him. I heard the door open, just like Harry to barge on it.
"I'm in the bathroom," I called, the door of the bathroom was open and I saw a tall figure behind me in the mirror.
It wasn't Harry...
I shook myself back to the now, don't think about it Jan, I thought, I leaned over to my nightstand to take one of the sleeping pills I have never been able to stop taking since...the night, before I feel asleep, I hitched up my pyjama top slightly and traced over the faded scarring that was there. Three words that I heard every night in my dreams were etched upon my skin forever:
"You're Mine Always"
YOU ARE READING
Thunder
Fanfiction"I knew what I was doing throughout all of this, I knew what I was getting into. They may blame us, persecute us and say it was all our own fault, but do not let them weaken what we built, you are what I have been living for. I’m not afraid anymore...
