Irreplaceable

fourteen

Mya Amalia 

It's been a lovely day, I've quite frankly enjoyed myself. Harry took the pleasure of showing me around London. We had a burger from a weird van near Oxford street, I think it was. We then went to Big Ben and then to London Eye. Im so worn out though. 

We got back onto the tube and went to a place called Manchester. To where harry has revealed to me this is where he grew up as a child and it has immediately become a more sentimental place because it means so much to him. He found a small hotel not too far from the town centre. 

Its small. But big enough for both of us for the next few days while Harry pulls some strings. We bought an iPhone 8 to share. So I guess there's that. 

Im sat on the bed while Harry is stood over by the window, topless. Fiddling with the curtain while he is on the phone with Niall discussing plans unknown to me. Everything is just completely up in the air but I don't care as long as im with Harry I don't mind what im sheltered from. I watch intently, His muscles flex and his tattoos stretch with his skin as he runs his fingers through his hair. Then his fingers move to fiddle with the rips in his jeans as he stands. One leg on the window ledge and the other holding him firm to the ground. His voice is quite like he is trying to keep me from hearing as little as possible. I sigh slightly and look back to the tv screen in front of me.

Its around 10pm and im nowhere near needing sleep. I get up and go through the little clothes I have packed. Picking out some shorts and a t-shirt, I make my way into the bathroom and begin to get ready for bed. I turn on the shower and let down my hair. I quickly check the temperature and get under the water. The heat relaxing my skin and tickling my back. It feels amazing, this is what I've been needing all day. I grab the miniature shampoo and use most of it on my hair, I rub it all around my hair and wash it out. 

I hear a little knock come from the door as I wash the conditioner from my roots. "Mya?" Harrys voice is quiet like he is scared almost. I pull back the shower curtain slightly so I can stick my head out to see him. 

"Yeah?" I give him a warm smile. His eyes are glued to the mirror out of sight, his face in complete horror.  I frown. "Whats up?" Harry quickly blinks and looks at me. 

"Did you do this?" He asks, What the fuck is he on about? I stick my head back into the shower and turn off the water before putting my hand out for a towel. Harry passes me it, I wrap myself up as I step out of the shower and im in complete shock. 

The letters

'YOU CAN'T ESCAPE ME LITTLE BIRD'

I look to Harry and he is looking at me. No, this is not going to happen again. "Did you leave the room?" I ask him, my eyes stuck on the melting words. 

"To finish up the call with Niall. The shower was too loud." His voice sounds guilty. How the fuck could have this happened? 

I force myself to look away "How far did you go?" I turn his shoulder so he is forced to look at me. His eyes, they're frantic. He's breaking out in a sweat. But when he looks into my eyes and sees the bordem in mine, he relaxes slightly. 

"Just to the lobby to get a red bull. I know I have more calls to make so I got a drink, I locked the door. I made sure it was locked. I locked the bathroom door. I locked the windows, I closed the curtains. I made sure it was safe. I don't understand how this has happened. Did you not hear anyone? Mya?" Harry throws all these words at me, But im just staring back at him with no fear, no concern. I shrug. 

"I heard nothing," I state before looking back at the mirror, I can see how puzzled harry is from my reaction. But I've just learnt to become desensitised from everything, With the trauma I've been through. I step up to the mirror and wipe away the message, revealing our reflections. He seems calmer knowing how I've reacted. He must have thought I was going to get mad. Im not mad or upset. Im just bored of all this now. I want to move on and start a new life. I turn to face Harry, I take his arms into my grip and give him a small squeeze.