Dark. (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter Five.

I made sure no one was in the stalls before locking the door.

My hands tightly gripped the sink, leaning my weight on it as I tried to control my breathing. I raised my head up to the mirror, frowning, whilst attempting to calm myself down. I couldn’t believe how forward Harry’s actions were. It’s like he didn’t care if anyone saw. I patted my pockets to check for my phone. 

"Shit." 

It must have fallen out, by the table, near Harry. My heart sunk at the realisation that I had no one to contact. I shook my head, my fringe parting from it's hold. 

“I can’t do this.” I spoke to myself, running my fingers through my hair. 

I glanced up at my reflection again; I don’t think I had ever been more scared. Frantically I paced up and down in the empty bathroom, trying to figure out my options. I could either go back in and face Harry or I could make a break for it. My eyes darted over to the window above the sink and I quickly opted for option two.

I heared someone rattling with the handle, making me jump. I felt like such a coward for locking myself in. 

My fingers quickly yanked the window open, I was about to climb on to the bench when the door creaked open. To my relief I spun round to see the waitress that had served us.

“Are you, Louis?” She questioned. 

I nodded my head hesitantly and waited for her to continue.

“The guy you’re with asked me to check on you.”

“O-Oh god.” 

She walked closer to me, catching my hand and pulling me away from the sink. 

“W-where is he?” 

“He’s waiting outside the door.” She whispered worriedly.

My eyes widened at what she told me. Her head turned to the open window and then back to me. She obviously knew what I had been attempting before she'd arrived.

“Go.” She nudged me towards the bench. “I’ll tell him you weren’t in here.”

“T-thank you.” I smiled.

I caught hold of the window sill, lifting myself up. I glanced back to catch her exit the bathroom.

“What!” I heard a low voice shout on the other side of the door.

“Fuck.”

I sat with my legs hanging out the window. Just about to jump the small distance to the floor outside, when the toilet door swung open. I froze to the spot. Harry’s dark eyes locking with mine. His angry gaze quickly changed into grin and I realised this was fun for him. A chase. 

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I ran as fast as I could along the promenade, the air cooler than when we had first arrived.  The wind bit at my exposed skin, my hair moving out of my face as I ran. I quickly passed the entrance to the restaurant, hoping I could gain as much distance as possible. I glanced back to see Harry close behind me. 

“Louis!”

My legs began to ache as I forced myself harder. I refused to give up, I had to get away from him no matter how far I had to run. The air I was drawing in, wasn't able to satisfy my needs anymore. Gasping for breath as I rounded a corner, still on the path that ran alongside the water. I began to panic when I realised the path was quickly coming to an end. My head darted one way then the other, desperately searching for a way out. I skidded to a stop, turning round to catch Harry slowing down. He smirked at me as he strolled closer, knowing I had nowhere left to go. I took a few steps back only to hit the railing to the water. Both of our breathing forced out in heavy puffs.