The Journey To Freedom

Chapter Four.

I wake up on a hard surface.

Where the fuck am I.

I can't bring myself to open my eyes, the banging headache I have right now really is not a vibe.

I groan and attempt to roll over but struggle because of another uncomfortable object on the side of me.

Okay I need to open my eyes.

"Roll over one more time I swear to god Amelia" Harry's rusty morning voice speaks to me.

My eyes shoot open.

I'm lying on Harry's chest his arm around me, kind of locked around me actually. No wonder I can't move.
We're on a single bed, fully clothed?

I sit up, rubbing my eyes and tying my hair into a bun trying to figure out what happened.

We're fully clothed so surely not?

He put both this hands behind his head stretching and rubbing his eyes.

"God I feel like shit" he moans.

I laugh just staring at him. Then down to my dress that was just about covering my dignity areas.

"If you're wondering why you're in my bed, you'd said yesterday you didn't feel comfortable staying here and when I got back it didn't feel right leaving you in a bed by yourself if you genuinely didn't feel safe, so I didn't.

But kept trying to roll off the bed so I put my arm around you.  You know, safety first" he sits up ruffling his hair messy hair, he looked so good in the morning, I was struggling to pay attention to what he was actually saying, too focused on his appearance. 

That was really kind of him? I'm shocked that even when he was intoxicated he still remembered how I felt about sleeping here and stuck to his word f making me feel safe.

"Thankyou Harry" I grab his hand showing him how genuinely thankful I am that he wanted to make me feel safe.

He nods and pulls his hand away quickly.

I forgot there's 4 other people in this room, only none of them are here, again. I look around and see their belongings are here so where is everyone?

"It's 2pm Amelia. They left to I don't know, explore" Harry sighs, grabbing some clothes out his bag and heading to the bathroom.

"I've got some errands I need to do so I'll be back later at like 5, we can grab some food and hopefully be able to move on but I'll let you know" he peaks his head out of the bathroom door grabbing my attention.

Thanx for the invite?

I must've fallen back asleep because when I reawaken he was gone.

He was gone but that just made my curiosity run wild. He doesn't know anyone here, I don't think,  so where the hell is he going?

I notice his big ass black hold-all bag is still in the corner, I'm never one to pry but I do have a right to know whether he has a bag full of knives or drugs or even a body in there.

I get up off bed , what if I don't want to know?

He seems so sweet, what if it's just his whole life in a bag? Why would he need two big bags? Some things just weren't making sense, this was too complicated for my hungover brain.

It doesn't matter what I think anyway as the bag is padlocked, not once but twice.

Whatever the hell he has in there, he does not want anyone finding.

I'm found feeling even more curious to who Harry is, if that's even his real name.
I need to find out his last name so I can search him on social media and his birthday encase that's his passcode lock.
I need to know more.

I decide to head out, why am I acting like a prisoner doing what I'm told sat here waiting for him to return?

I came here, I ran away, I escaped to be free. I don't think I even actually want to leave my bed but it's the principle of being told what to do that forces me to get ready and leave the hostel.

I put on some gym shorts and an oversized hoodie with some trainers, tie my hair into a bun and head out.

This place is so dead. The streets are quiet, there's no clothes shops, there's cute cafes and a post office though. Maybe I should let Louis know I'm okay?

I buy some stamps and a notebook encase I do decide to send him a letter, I know I have my phone but I feel like this has a more personal touch and I can send him postcards of where I get up to, that's if I go anywhere exciting.

As I'm walking to the coffee shop I notice a familiar figure sat in a car opposite me, he doesn't look up to notice me but he's sat next to a guy in a black convertible.

They look like they're in a heated discussion, hand movements and heads nodding. I don't want him to see me spying but hell, if this is the stuff he had to sort out why is the other guys car worth more than my family home?

"Mate I'm not fucking around here, do I look like I'm fucking around" Harry shouts slamming the car door and leaning over it towards the other gentleman.

"Just give the parcel to him, let me be, I know what I'm doing. I have to" harry says, sounding like he's trying to convince himself more than anyone else.

Within seconds the car speeds off and he turns around, I whip my head straight and carry on walking into the coffee shop.