That ear piercing screech had practically lifted me out of bed. But it had turned into a cry the second I was up. "Angel. Angel you're okay."
"No! No! I don't have it!" Pulling her hands away from her face, I felt my heart drop as her nail sliced over her cheek. "Shit, shit no. No I'm sorry. Oh god. Oh good I'm so sorry."
"Harry it's fine. I'll go clean her up, you just get her a drink okay?" I nod. My stomach was in knots, I know that it wasn't technically my fault, but Louis would've been so much better off with this. He wouldn't hurt her.
I couldn't move. I was just sat there on the bed the whole time, my heart was in my stomach. I don't think I've ever felt this sick in my life. I'm not completely sure if I know what to do.
She jumps onto the bed, the big star plaster covering her cheek. "I'm so sorry. I could see you about to grab your face and so I pulled away. I didn't think your hand was there."
"My face is fine. I'm sorry for waking you up. I had a bad dream. It was- the guards, and when they came to take me for my testing, they shouted that I had their gun."
"This is the stuff you have to talk to your therapist about." She huffs. "I don't like her, she doesn't- feel like- the way most people feel like."
"Okay. We'll get you a new one." She blinks at me. "You believe me?"
"Always. If you say something, I'll always listen. If you're questioning it then I'll help as best I can." She climbs onto my chest, hugging me as I laid down. "You're warm."
"Yeah- what happened to your bonnet? Where'd it go?" Louis walks in with a water and her pillow. "She said it felt weird when she slept. It apparently feels like somebody is about to check her brain."
"I see. Okay, well then we'll just use that when you're awake, okay? There will be some nights where it will have to be worn." I lift my hand up to move her hair.
Her entire body jolted up like a spring. "Okay. Yeah no that's- not good. That's really not good." She covers over my face with her shaky hands, leaving my eyes as they were. "The guard was you."
"I would never hurt you like that. Ever." She squeezes my finger. "Baby come on, he just had a meltdown because he accidentally scratched you a little. You know you're safe."
"I know that." He kisses her cheek, throwing her onto the bed. "Sleep time."
**
Louis brushes his hand over my waist, kissing my shoulder. "Are you trying to seduce me?" I squint. "No. Why are you wearing a suit?"
"I have to go kill a bunch of people. Why are you not dressed." He frowns. "What?"
"Your suit is over there. Hurry up." Pulling the tie from under my collar, I throw it onto the bed. "You're very... angry today. What's up?"
"Nothing I'm fine." He fixes my collar, resting his hands on my neck. "What is wrong?"
"I'm fine." I was a little drunk, also feeling weaker than usual. "You're acting all tense." He could've said the word please just once and I would've been wherever. "Louis if you keep touching me I don't think my suit is staying on for much longer."
"You're drunk." He states the obvious. "And fucking horny, you got any other obvious things to list or you done?"
"Damn. Celibacy really does something to you. It's only been four days." I don't know what he's doing, but it seems as though he's teasing me and I really wasn't sure if I liked it or if I wanted him dead. "Please stop."
"Stop what?" Dead. I wanted him dead. "Louis, these pants are really fucking tight as it is and I do not need the entire building seeing my boner. I will cut your fucking head off."
"Yeah?" He tilts his head with a smile. Pushing him back against the wall, I crash my lips into his. His hand pressed up against my pants, my knees almost gave in.
I could feel myself getting dizzy, my kissing was at its lowest and I almost fell to the floor. "Don't you have to be out there in like ten minutes?" I hummed out a yes as best I could.
"No! I don't want you!" Vienna was extra stressed today. I guess we both had some bad luck in the emotions department. "I just need a couple minutes." I said through a cracked voice. "I know baby, but she needs you."
"I need you." He kisses me gently. "No! No don't touch me! Please!"
"She needs you. Baby I promise you the second we get back, I'm all yours." I had to give myself a moment to breathe. Louis had gone out to help but she was just screaming.
I had three seconds between opening the door and seeing her. She was glued to my leg the second day she got the chance. "Hi angel. What's wrong?"
"I'm scared." I pick her up from the floor. Hugging her tight. "That's okay. What are you scared about? Maybe we can talk."
"I don't know." She whispers. Hugging herself even closer somehow. "Okay, you're okay. We're just gonna go to this event and then I'll be bring you right back home. It'll take half an hour at max."
"I'm fine now." She cheers. Her eyes still wide as she grips my jacket. "You just realised there's gonna be food."
"And apple juice." She gave a small grin. "I don't think it's good apple juice." Marz points out. "All apple juice is good. It's not the apples fault that people can't enjoy it."
"Are you telling me that you feel bad for the apple juice?" Tyler raises his eyebrows waiting for her answer. "Yes."
Once we'd gotten there, she was at the bar, negotiating with the bar staff to put her juice in the 'fancy triangle glass' and it didn't take long for the manager to arrive and make it.
Now she's just sat next to Louis, repeating the word taxes in different tones. Sometimes she's slip the words 'crippling debt' in there for fun.
"She's a good kid." Diana says. "Yeah. She's funny as anything. I don't know how she does it." She scoffs out a laugh. "Really? She doesn't remind you of anyone?"
I stood and thought about it for a while. Realising she was doing the exact thing I used to do as a kid. "I'm being so serious when I tell you that she was made for you. The talking, the dancing, the weird looks. She's you."
"Louis just said that I smell." Vienna frowns. "Say something back." She turns to face him. "You're short." She looked at me with the proudest smile. "Atta girl."
"I'm not even that short. I'm not tall but I'm not short." Hero jumps in front of me. "What the fuck is up?"
"You're a little bit too— there. What is your issue?" She starts dancing, waiting for me to join in. "No. Stop. It's not happening."
"It's happening. Come on. You know you want to!" I start to shake my head, but she'd just carried on. Eventually I just got weirded out and danced because it was the easiest way out of it. "Oh yeah! There we go!"
Soon enough I just danced because I wanted to. "You look famous let's be friends..." dancing with a drink in hand was not an easy task.
But it was one that I have mastered. It's my best talent. That and my drunken backflips.
Which I was not doing right now. Because I'd just remembered the reason I was here.
