Frozen Hands [h.s.]

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HARRY'S POV

I awake in my bed, confused. The room is plunged in darkness, and I can't hear a single sound. I fell asleep at noon, so it couldn't be that late, right?

6:27, the alarm clock resting on the hotel room's nightstand reads.

I stand up, ignoring the sting in my aching limbs and walk to the window, where I open the curtains to let the sun come in.

The boys and I have absolutely nothing planned tonight, so I just look in the mini-fridge and take out a can of Monster energy drink.

I sip some while texting the boys, who have apparently gone out to grab a bite to eat. They are at this place that sells poutine, from what Niall texted me.

Niall: We're at Smoke's Poutinerie, it's a bit of drive tho. Do you want us to bring some back for ya?

Me: Nah, I'm good. I'll just grab some food later.

I am almost finished drinking my Monster drink now, and the caffeine is kicking in. I feel like going out to a park. I text James, who is out with the boys, to let him know my plans.

He asks me to put yesterday's disguise on, to make sure that no one recognizes me since I won't have security to accompany me. He also insists that I find a park away from the hotel, because the odds of me being recognized in downtown Ottawa are bigger than in a residential area.

I grab the black dress pants, nice blue button-up shirt, trench coat and neon running shoes. Not the most fashionable, but I need something comfortable in case I have to run away from the fans or paparazzis. I then sleek my hair back and put the blonde wig over it. I go to the bathroom and try putting the contacts on. After a few attempts, including poking myself in the eye a few times, I am finally able to put the blue contacts in.

I look at myself in the mirror and can't help but smile. I look completely ridiculous. The clear blue eyes looking at me are odd, but the strangest thing is definitely the wig. It is short bleached blonde, with straight hair. It is an odd contrast with my tan complexion, but I just shrug it off.

I grab my wallet, some sunglasses and my phone and head out.

Then I realize. My cuts are very visible. I was careless and stained my wrist with the nasty marks.

Sighing, I go back to my suitcase and grab several bracelets and a watch. Even though nobody can recognize me, I still don't want people to see what I have done to myself.

The doorman hails a taxi for me and I am out of the hotel in no time.

"Where to, sir?" The kind looking driver asks me.

"Uh, I don't really know. I was thinking a park, in a residential area. Just go to the closest," I say.

"Okay."

We drive in silent for a few minutes. The man asks me if he can put the radio on, and I say yes. I take out my phone and start texting my mum. It is pretty late in England so the conversation is cut short when she has to go to bed.

I just aimlessly stare out the window, the song Stitches coming on the radio. The driver quietly hums to himself, minding his own business.

"So where are you from?" He says, starting a small talk.

"Uh, Ohio I guess. In the US," I reply, not wanting to continue this conversation about the character I am putting on.

"Cool, is it your first time here?"