Abhor

Chapter Eleven

Elliot Horan

I rush back to my room before Harry can see me, locking the door behind me. I thought that wallet was Niall's.

I'm fully in for it now. I'm gonna die. He's going to kill me. I don't even know what he's capable. It's probably all just scare tactics.

I sit on my bed, thinking about what the fuck I'm going to do when Harry realises I've stolen his money. He might not care. His net worth is like £80 million anyway so.

I know stealing is wrong, but Niall said I could use his money for whatever and I thought it was Niall's. I need to think of an alibi. Or just come clean. Either way I need to get out of this situation.

I twist the lock on my bedroom door and walk into the hallway, approaching the stairs. Somebody is walking up. I have to run. If it's Harry, I can't run into him alone.

So that's what I do, run. Closing the door as quietly as possible, although it slams shut anyway and twisting the lock. If he wants to talk to me he's going to have to break this door down.

I climb into bed, pretending to sleep. Not that it'll do much if I'm honest, he can't see me through the door.

Knocking.

I ignore it. I can't deal with him right now.

He knocks again, harder this time.

I ignore him.

He does it for a third time but this time it's a lot louder.

"Elliot, get the fuck here now."

I have no choice. I can't be bothered with the whole banging and shouting through the door. It's too draining.

I climb out of bed and head for the door, twisting the lock for the fifteen millionth time tonight.

I open it slightly ajar, peeping my head through the small gap.

That's not good enough for him apparently because he swings the door open, almost knocking me out.

"Care to explain where my money has gone?" He spits, he's angry. Very angry.

"What money?" I cover it up. It's not very believable but oh well.

"You know, the money that was in my wallet. The money that was left on the counter while we were at sound check." His eyes are dark, his eyebrows are so drawn together I'm afraid they might permanently crease. "Don't bullshit me Elliot I know it was you now give it back."

"I can't. I already spent it." He opens his mouth to talk again but I cut him off. "In my defence I thought it was Niall's."

"Well whatever you bought, you can take it back." He speaks sternly, turning on his heel.

"Hmm, no I won't. I'll just pay you back when I have money. The purchase I made is really important to me." I say it, trailing off towards the end. I can't hold eye contact with him for much longer.

"Elliot, I really don't give a fuck." He turns around to walk out, slamming the door behind him. I can just get Niall to pay him back.

Then I realise that he's going to notice my phone is missing as well, fuck.

I run down the stairs to the boys.

"Niall! I thought that was your wallet! I didn't know it was Harry's!" I speak breathlessly.

"Hey, Elliot, it's okay, we can just return whatever you bought. It's no biggy." Niall responds calmly.

"No I went to this really fancy restaurant so the money is gone."

"Well we will go tomorrow and get it back."

"It's no returns."

"Which restaurant? I'll call them." Louis speaks from beside Niall, a small smile on his face.

"Okay so it wasn't a restaurant but we can't take what I bought back."

"What did you buy?" Liam asks softly. He looks slightly concerned.

"Uhm..." I really want to keep it a secret. I don't want people to know I can play. It just draws attention to me and it annoys me.

"Elliot." Niall spoke sternly.

"Fine. Fuck." I don't hear the footsteps coming from behind me. "I bought a guitar."

"What?!" The raspy voice speaks from behind me. What am I supposed to do now? "You spent my money on a fucking guitar?"

"Well, I thought it was Niall's so it's not entirely my fault."

"Take it back to the shop."

"No."

"Elliot we will take it back tomorrow." Niall says to me. He sounds guilty.

"No. We won't." I say back to him, no hint of a joke in my voice.

"Yes you will." Harry speaks from behind me. Again.

"Look, I'm sorry that I used your money but I didn't know it was yours." I begin, he opens his mouth to speak but I keep talking. "But I'm not taking it back. I can pay you back. I'll get a job on set or something. I need that guitar."

"Elliot, you can save up to buy a new guitar. Just go back to the shop." Niall speaks again. I don't know why he keeps using my formal name but it's really starting to piss me off.

"Nope." I say popping the p and turning on my heel. "If you want me, wait I'm going to sleep. Hope you all sleep well."

"We're going to the shop tomorrow." Harry says.

I raise my middle finger at him over my shoulder, walking casually up the stairs.

I get back to my room and close the door. I don't lock it. I don't feel the need to.

I plug my phone in, it still has a bit of charge left. I remember I gave that girl my number. I didn't get her name.

And sure enough, she'd messaged me.

[21:36] Charley: Heyyyy, this is Charlotte, I'm going out tonight. Wanna tag along? xx

[21:37] Me: Sure! I'll be ready in half an hour, I'll meet you at the shop? xx

[21:38] Charley: Yay! See you soon! xx

I pull my clothes out of my suitcase, a small black dress and a leather jacket with black heeled boots.

My phone is charging and I get a small black handbag. To my luck I find $50 in there. That'll be enough for a night out surely?