Prized Possesion

Chapter 10:

-Alyssa's POV-

My eyes slowly open as my body reaches full consciousness. I groggily look around the room and let my head fall back against the pillow. I look at the alarm clock on the nightstand to check the time. 12:42? Why didn't Harry come in and wake me up?

I slowly sit up and swing my legs to the left side of the bed. My arms stretch as far as possible as my back arches and eventually pops making an uncomfortable sound. 

I push myself up off of the bed and quietly make my way to the door. To no avail, the door squeaks loudly as I pull it open and I cringe silently.

As I make it all the way downstairs and into the living room, there is still no sign of Harry. Where the hell is he. 

With minutes passed and double checking each room, I still can't find him and I'm starting to wonder if he just up and left. To one extent, that would work to my advantage, allowing me to escape. 

I quickly make up my mind and run back upstairs to gather my clothes. I snort in disgust realizing the only clothes I have are the same ones that I was wearing the day Liam and I went to lunch. Why didn't Harry buy me clothes, or have anything other than that skanky dress and some guys pajamas to wear?

Dressed in my already worn clothes, I search for my shoes and immediately shove my feet into each one. I head back downstairs and feel free opening the front door. 

Two steps out the door are all it takes before my hope is again smashed and shattered in front of me as I see Harry. Tears almost seep into my eyes until I realize he is fast asleep on a patio chair with an empty bottle in his right hand. If he got that drunk last night, I should still have time to leave without waking him up. My hope is momentarily restored.

As swiftly as possible, I leap down the front steps and onto the sidewalk. My heart is still racing and I've made it about three blocks already. I see a gas station across the street and stop, checking for traffic.

I practically run into the gas station trying to escape the eyes of the open. I look for some sort of phone and realize I'll probably have to ask to borrow one. 

I find the restroom and retreat there in order to calm my nerves. I don't really want to raise any suspicion. 

Locked behind a stall door, I slow my breathing to a normal rate and try to focus on the positives. I need to call my dad and let him know I'm okay. 

Standing in front of the desk to pay, I wait for someone to get out here and do their job. I begin looking around frantically realizing that no one's going to come. As my eyes search the area, I see a familiar face walking towards the door of the shop. 

Shit.

Out of all the people in the world that could come to this gas station, it had to be Louis. 

I run towards the back of the store and look for a sufficient hiding place. I can only pray that he didn't see me.  I spot the bathroom and run for the doors. With my stall door closed and locked, I hear a bell ding, signaling Louis' entrance. For the second time in a few moments, I am locked in a dirty bathroom stall trying to calm myself.

The bathroom door slowly creaks open and I carefully climb on the toilet seat to hide my feet. I'm not sure if the person is Louis, but I'm not taking any chances. 

The more I wish for something lately, the more it doesn't happen. 

"I know you're in here, love. Come on out and we'll make this easy," Louis' unique voice echoes within the small restroom and rings throughout my entire body.