Thunder

Chapter 3-PART 4

It was the most perfect morning in existence, I lay here, the sun winking at me lazily through the half closed curtains. January lay against my chest, her small hand resting on my chest, her thick lashes casting shadows down her cheeks, her breathing light as my hand traced delicate patterns up her spine. Everything was as it should have been, how it should be, and how is should always be.

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The room was freezing cold, dark and damp. Last night had been hell, he tried to make me tell him. I wouldn’t tell him, I couldn’t tell him. He even rang January, I don’t think she answered. A shiver ran up my spine. I wasn’t going to get out of here alive.

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I saw Niall approach me out of the corner of my eye, “here mate,” he said quietly, gently pushing a cheap cup of coffee into my hand. We stared through the rooms window in the hall. Jamie lay there motionless, until his eyes slowly opened.

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I felt a light touch caress the small of my back and I felt a ripple of pleasure run through my body like a current. My eyes fluttered open, I was draped across Harry’s chest, he was singing softly, his head cast up onto the ceiling:

“I should ink my skin with your name

And take my passport out again

And just replace it

See I could do without a tan

On my left hand,

Where my fourth finger meets my knuckle

And I should run you a hot bath

And fill it up with bubbles.”

“Good morning,” I said, leaning up and pecking him on the nose, he immediately grinned at me and hugged me close to him and pressed his lips to my ear.

“I think good may be the world’s biggest under statement.” He growled playfully. I giggled pushing myself into him a bit more.

His phone vibrated nosily on the table.

“You better get that,” I said breathlessly, my hands in his hair.

“Go away,” he groaned at the phone before moving away from me reluctantly, he picked up the phone and answered it.

“Hey Lou,” he said tiredly, as I flopped back down on to the bed, “he what?” Harry said suddenly, more loudly, he jumped off the bed and held the phone between his neck and shoulder as he pulled on a pair of black jeans. He did the zipper and stood up straight his face contorted in concentration. God he looked amazing.

“Right,” he said tersely, “we’ll meet you there.” We’ll? I thought.

“What did he want?” I asked, pulling the covers up on myself beginning to feel self-concious, Harry’s lips formed a small smirk but he didn’t comment on it, immediately his face fell back into seriousness.

“Jamie went to the hospital last night,” he said, watching me carefully, “he wants us to talk to him.”

I looked at him appalled, “what?” I said, “No, ring the police.” Harry’s face twitched and he approached me on the bed and sat at the edge beside me taking my hand and looking straight at me.

“We can do that if you want,” Harry said gently, “but I could go down for GBH

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“What in the name of fuck took you so long?” Louis demanded on my arrival before his eyes widening in surprise when he saw I had January in tow by the hand, she immediately blushed and looked away, “well this explains a hell of a lot what the hell are you doing here?”