I woke up on something soft, but unfamiliar. I cuddled into it anyway, until my sleepy daze subsided, and snapped my eyes open. I jerked into a sitting position, and looked around the room.
No Louis. Good. That asshole can stay far away from me.
I took a second look around the room, trying to find any way out of here. I looked at the clock on the nightstand, it was around 1 in the morning, so if I was quiet enough, I might be able to get out.
Wait.
What if Louis put cameras in here? Or microphones? Or sensors in general. Before I came up with an escape plan, I had to check.
I started with the alarm clock, facing it downwards, and checking under it for any microphones. I didn't have anything like a screwdriver to check inside of it, so this would have to do.
I continued to tip-toe around the room, the floor was carpeted, but I didn't know how thick the floors were, and if anyone was below me. Knowing my luck, it was probably Louis.
I checked under the bed, behind it, there was a small desk in the corner too, so I checked that. I started with the small stack of books, opening each of them. They were just normal books. I then went to the pencil cup, the pencils were all fine, I don't know how you'd hide something in a pencil, but it's the mafia we're talking about here.
Everything was fine, until I picked up a black pen. I unscrewed the top, looking inside. Wires. Shit.
I took the pen and inspected it closer, finding a small camera in the middle. I put the pen in my pocket and opened the adjoining door, knowing it was most likely to be a bathroom. Louis wasn't going to let me leave this room, after all. And using the bathroom would require that.
It was a bathroom, as I expected. There was a small shower in one corner, a toilet in another, and a sink and counter top in the middle. I walked to the toilet and dropped the pen inside, flushing it down. Not gonna get me that easily, bitch.
I returned back to the main room, quickly finishing my search. I had to be quick, in case someone noticed I moved the camera and came back in here. I looked around the perimeter again, looking for anything that could help me escape.
A window.
There was a small-ish window on the wall. It was a little high up, but Gemma taught me to play volleyball, so I could jump pretty high. I also had the help of the desk chair, so I was pretty well off with this plan.
I quickly and quietly moved the chair so it was under the window. I stood on it, praying to whatever entity was listening that Louis had underestimated me and not put sensors on the window.
The problem was, I had no idea how high up I was. And if this was a mansion like I thought it was, there was a chance I was too high up to jump down.
I unlocked the window, poking my head through, looking for how high I was, if there were any guards, and what my surroundings looked like, in case this failed and I somehow got hold of a phone.
I was on the second story, not exactly the most convenient, but it was low enough that if I jumped, I would only get a broken leg if I landed right. It was either that, or staying here forever.
Broken leg it is.
I hopped up, balancing with shaky arms on the windowsill, eventually figuring out how to hook my legs through the window.
I was sitting on the window now, and luckily for me, the mansion or whatever you want to call it looked pretty old on the outside, even if the inside was modern from what I could tell. This meant that some of the bricks were protruding out a little bit. Just enough for my foot to hook onto.
I turned around in the window, my stomach facing down, and place my foot on one of the bricks. I continued to climb down, but when I got about halfway down the second level, there weren't any bricks to step onto. I'd have to jump.
Broken leg time, I guess.
I took a deep breath, holding it as I jumped. I heard a crack when I landed, and just like I had expected, it was my leg. I wanted to scream, curse, something, but I couldn't risk anyone hearing me. I was lucky there weren't any windows below the one I climbed out of, but if someone heard me, my asthma and the broken bone would limit my running abilities really quickly.
When I got over my silent crying fest, I sucked it up, and started walking towards the road, keeping as low as possible near the windows.
I got to the front of the house, but I wanted to avoid the front door as much as possible, so without even looking towards it, I started running, well, limp-running diagonally away from the house, hoping there was some sort of civilization that way.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Louis.
Fuck.
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FanfictionHarry Styles, an almost normal 17 year old boy, goes to school, has a few friends, stuff like that. He gets bullied from time to time for being gay, but that all changes when he meets Louis Tomlinson. Louis Tomlinson, the name is enough to scare the...