Freak [On Hold]

Chapter 10: "Louis has a brit award!?"

Flick, flick.

Goes my tail as I watch the clock.

Flick, flick.

I'm alone. I sit at the kitchen table with my chin rested on my hands. My green eyes watch the pendulum on the wall clock swing back and forth, back and forth. The minute hand moves and the second hand follows. Time seems to be moving slower than ever this morning. It's Monday, Louis has run off to do what ever this "job" requires him to do. He's been gone for nearly six hours now. I pull my head up from my hands and let out a long sigh. Louis had informed me that I wouldn't see him much this week due to his, "job". He said he'd have to leave early in the morning due to his "job". I'd have to get my own breakfast even though I have no clue how to cook due to his "job". You'll have to have fun on your own time due to his "job". Job my ass.

Even though Louis had invited me to stay here with him, I couldn't help but think maybe at times he resented me. Maybe all this was too good to be true. Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow in my rotten old cell. It wouldn't be the best thing to wake up to but at least I'd be with Ivan, and Colin again. And maybe when I get back I'll devote all my wasted time to finding my sister. Or maybe not.

I wish that all this was a dream but it's not. All that had been happening was real.

I leaned back, my eyes began to wander over the vast kitchen. I got up and shuffled around the living room. Bathroom, guest room, game room. My mind listed as I passed by all the different rooms. As I came to the end of the hall I noticed a door I hadn't seen before. I furrowed my brow and opened the door to reveal a wide and very open room. Light fluttered in through the skylight in the ceiling. I ran my eyes over the circular staircase and began to climb.

I more than likely was going to get into trouble for going up a staircase hidden behind a door, but hey, Louis was at his so called "job" so I could do whatever in the hell I wanted!

I reached the top and came to a massive room. The room was made up of treadmills, weights, and some other odd workout machines that I couldn't remember the names of. The room itself didn't need fixture lighting because the natural light from outside filled the room entirely. The three windows on the wall facing me overlooked London and the view was breath taking. I walked around the room running my fingers over the equipment.

My mind then began to drift to different thoughts and ideas without much of an importance. My eyes wandered again as well and yet again did I notice an odd door. It was idly put into the wall and a light shone out from the crack. I shuffled to the door and pulled it open. My jaw dropped as I stared at the massive display of shelves set out before me.

"Louis has a brit award!?" I exclaimed picking up the award off the shelf. "How!?"

I looked over the other awards and many of them I did indeed remember from my childhood. I remembered watching the Brits especially on TV. I had always loved the special show that premiered annually every year. At times I had also wished I could some day attended the special event.

I continued to look at the different awards and plaques, And by the time 8:00 rolled around I think I had a pretty good idea of what Louis's "job" was.

As I was looking intently over a magazine with Liam and another boy's face plastered on the cover a high frequency shout moved swiftly up the stairs and managed to creep into the closet where I was sat. It was muffled but I could make it out as Louis. I listened carefully, for the first time I could not hear it correctly.

"Harry!" It sounded. "Why is life so stupid!?"

I rolled my eyes while stuffing the magazine back in the drawer where it had been momentarily. As I hurried down the stairs I stuffed my tail into my jeans and flopped my hair awkwardly over my ears. Before heading out to see Louis I quickly checked my reflection in the mirror in the hall, and sure enough my ears were thankfully not visible.