'Cause You Are My One And Only

Chapter 15 - Raging On

**** Hey guys! Here is chapter 15! Hope you enjoy! ****

“318 Wayford Drive, 318 Wayford Drive,” I muttered under my breath as I pounded up the steps to my motel room. The duffle bag was weighing me down, but the adrenaline pumping through my veins propelled me forward with greater speed then I thought myself capable of.

I scrambled in my purse to find my own phone to contact Louis. He and Eleanor were the last piece to my crazy plan. I would need a way to get in and get out of 318 Wayford Drive, and fast, therefore he was my escape vehicle. Although stealing a vehicle didn't sit well with me it was lucky for us Louis seemed to know exactly where the crew kept their spare keys for the white sound equipment vans. Honestly, that didn’t surprise me. 

We aren’t stealing it, I reasoned with myself, just borrowing unexpectedly.

I looked at my phone, 2:48am flashed on the screen. I had just enough time to take a taxi halfway across town, and go by foot the rest.

I cleared a hole in the grime of the bathroom mirror, taking in person in front of me. It was me, still the same person as a month ago, and yet how could the same person look totally different? My hair hung limp down my back as it escaped from its braid, the shadows under my eyes, almost purple, were making my face seem bruised and hollow. My clothes now hung loose on my body, threatening to swallow me whole.

The person staring back at me clearly had the appearance of somebody who had given up. But I didn’t give up, I would never give up. Because I knew Harry would do the same for me.

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It was a cool autumn night; fairy lights were twinkling as they hung high in the branches of the trees surrounding the small backyard. Music flowed sweetly from a band positioned in one of the far corners of the patio and couples swayed back and forth as gently as the leaves caught in the late evening breeze. I stood watching the people clearly enjoying the reception of my Aunts wedding; all rosy cheeked and liquored up.

I was so consumed in the movement of the people dancing and music flowing around me, I didn't hear the person approaching behind me. A pair of arms snaked around my waist and pulled me close, I didn’t have to turn to know who it was. I would recognize the way his arms felt around me, or the way my body curved perfectly to his, anywhere. His hands slipped up my body to rest on my shoulders and turned me to face him. I shivered, not entirely from the cold.

His green eyes made my breath hitch in my throat as his lips curved into a smile. I hated how he knew the effect he had on me, even somthing as simple as his eyes. “I’ve been looking for you,” he said, leaning close to my ear. I could smell the sweet champagne lingering on his breath, as he continued “I thought your uncle Stan was going to talk my ear off,” he chuckled.

Poor uncle Stan had a tendency to be a little long-winded, he had corned Harry and I earlier and I managed to make my escape before he could start off on his story of the time he was chased by a giraffe in Africa. Again.

“Ya, sorry I didn’t warn you about him earlier.” I laughed as he lowered his head and began leaving a trail of kisses from my neck to my jaw. My eyes fluttered shut and it took everything I had not to fall completely apart in front of my family. I tried to focus my thoughts as my senses deteriorated and became completely filled by him. “Sorry for dragging you into this. Weddings can sometimes be a little lame.” I managed to spit out.

“It’s not every day your aunt gets married.” He said. “And besides, do you really think I would give up an opportunity to see you in that dress.” He winked, raking his eyes up my body. His hand gripped tighter around my waist, his eyes pierced mine through his long lashes. The cold had brought out a light blush over his cheek bones which contrasted strikingly with his dark tailored suit. How was it possible for somebody to be so beautiful?

I sighed resting my head against his chest. “Thank you,” I breathed. I must have done something right to deserve this perfect creature before me.

His hand slid under my chin, raising my face to look at him. His eyes searched mine, suddenly there was nobody else around us, it was me and him and nothing else mattered. He looked at me in such a way I felt as if he could see straight inside me; everything I am, everything I was and everything I would ever be.

His next words were spoken in a soft whisper, and nothing had ever sounded as sweet or sincere to my ears before.

“I would do anything for you. You know that right? Anything.”

And then we kissed.

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And I would do anything for you. I thought, pulling the zipper of my jacket all the way up. This was the moment, dead or alive, this turmoil was going to end, today.

I jumped in the cab, struggling under the weight of the duffle bag at my side.

“That’s an awful big bag for such a little lady.” The cabbie remarked as we drove into the night.

As we drove to my fate.

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