Missing Pages (Book 2)

Leave Your Sock On The Doorstep

Don't know about you but Donny's face mesmerizes me.^.^

Josh's POV~
"Donny's body is going to need a lot of physical therapy from being comatose for so long. His muscles are weak, even though the stab wound has healed, he'll need to be very careful. There's no way we can sneak him out in a wheelchair. So we have two options." I pause, making sure he's following what I'm saying.

"Which are what exactly?" He asks.

"Option one would be waiting for him to get better, and trying to keep Blaire from brainwashing him."

"And option two?" He asked.

"For me to distract Blaire long enough while you sneak Louis, Zayn, Liam and whoever else that can help us, get Donny out of here safely." I said.

"But if Blaire finds out you were in on it, she'd kill you." His eyes were wide, I knew he didn't want anyone getting hurt.

"Then we better not let her find out." I joked. "It's time they found out. Donny's been dead long enough, and if one person can bring back his memories it'd be Louis."

"How should I tell them?" He asked.

"Just make Louis open my letter, and you won't have to." I tell him.

"How will I contact you?"

"Leave your sock on the doorstep, and I'll come to you. Now get out of here."

"How, she'll see me?" He asked, I rolled my eyes, and pointed to an air vent.

"Two lefts and a right, you'll come out the back of the building." I said flatly.

"Thanks." He smiled, I nodded and watched as he crawled away. Step one complete, I thought as I popped the air vent back in.

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Harry's POV~
I moved my hands to his waist and pulled him closer. He seemed to take the hint because he then ground his hips into mine, eliciting a moan from us both.

"God, I missed this." He whispered against my lips, his forehead resting against mine.

"I know." Those two words slipped past my lips, hanging in the air around us, making us both grin.

"I know." He repeated back, and I silenced him with a kiss. As the kiss deepened the world melted away. No kidnappers, or scary stalkers. No bullies, or homophobes. No annoying friends or parents. Just Zayn. Me. This bed. Nothing else mattered. I could feels the built up tension, anger, and sadness and anxiety falling away as his steady hands removed my shirt, his lips leaving soft kisses along my jaw, neck, collarbone, and down my chest. Melting the ice I had worked so hard to built inside to keep my heart alive.

SONG: FIREFLY BY ED SHEERAN

*SMUT WARNING*

"You okay with this?" He asked softly, reaching the waistband of my jeans, and looking up at me. I nodded, unable to speak the words. He slowly slid them down, before crawling back up and soothing my nerves with a kiss. "We can stop at any time, okay?" He assured me, and I nodded.

"Can you take off your clothes? I feel awkward with it just being me." I asked wearily, my fingers were shaking. I don't know why I felt so nervous. But it's been so long. Or maybe it's because of what happened, my subconscious reminded me. I mentally shook my head, trying to rid myself of those memories.