“I talked to her,” Harry informed me, speaking in a low tone but his voice still filling in the silence. I honestly didn’t mean to blow up like that but the way she wouldn’t listen made me beyond irritated. She was probably crying by the time I walked out of the door but I didn’t stick around long enough to find out. Call me heartless but I don’t think I could stand to be around someone who doesn’t listen, especially when I’m trying to help. I couldn’t help but wonder about her. I wanted to know more about her but according to the clock on the side on the bed informing me that it was 8 am, I didn’t have enough time. She probably doesn’t want to speak to me after that asshole move I just made. I catch myself wishing a different girl had caught my eye. Maybe if I could just fall back in love with one of my exes… but nope that’s too easy. Harry sits on the desk chair and looks up at me in a somewhat questioning way before leaning back in his seat and crossing his leg.
“I don’t think she’s mad at you,” he explained places a hand lazily on his knee. Well that’s a relief because I totally wasn’t pissed at her like two seconds ago. How did I even get myself into this mess? One minute I’m helping some drunken pedo find girls then the next minute I’m trying to help free one that I hardly know. I ruffled my long fingers through my hair and stood up, pacing back and forth on the creaky wood beneath my feet.
“She looked like she was really upset though… I can go in there and fill her in on the details or you can,” Harry warned a certain edge to his voice. I didn’t bother to look up, knowing I wouldn’t like his expression. Did I want to tell her? Did I want to tell her how she will be living for the next however long? No. Did I want to be there for her? Yes. Without a word or second glance I walked out of the room. It had only been a few hours since we had got here and right after I had my little outburst, I went straight to sleep.
When I reached her room cold air burst from the enclosed space and I shake my head slightly not welcoming the sudden change of temperature. Her small body took up not even half of the bed as she was curled in a ball, with her eyes squeezed shut. She didn’t look peaceful. She didn’t look comfortable either. My mind began to wonder if this is the part where I’m supposed to wake her and break the news. I played scenes in my head silently of her possible reactions and decided to make her feel at home. For once I will have to put my cold exterior down to help someone that needs to be helped.
Fae’s P.O.V:
Behind closed eyes a dreamt of a silent icy little world so small you could see the curve of it in the horizon. Snow covered every inch of ground and I had been walking for hours. Wintery winds whipped at my body as I struggled to walk, coldness soaking into my skin and nipping at my bones, testing how far I can go. I felt my legs begin to wobble and go numb and panic set in my heart. I can’t be stuck out in this wasteland. Tears threatened behind my eyes but couldn’t spill. The iciness of the atmosphere not letting them escape my tear ducts. As I continued striving to find warmth my glassy eyes flicked upwards finding what appeared to be a small lit fire. Slight hope made my intentions of moving limp limbs a little more hurried, the shine of the fire illuminating the darkness of the gray skies. My hunger for warmth growing rapidly as the fire enlarged in my blurred vision. I looked behind me just as I reached the burning ember and collapsed next to it; soaking in the small amount of warmth I was given. A small smile cracked across my dry lips and I closed my eyes.
My eyes warily opened, not agreeing with the bright sunlight trying to wake me up. Was that all a dream? Of course it was… but it felt so real… I waited for my vision to adjust and slowly felt around but something wasn’t right. I jerked my cold finger tips away from what felt to be someone’s skin and squinted my eyes up to see where I was. Liam’s arms tightened around me as he cradled me close to his chest, gently grabbing the hand I jerked away and pressing it to his hot skin. I sighed at the feeling and cuddled back into him. Was this right? Of course not. Did I care? No. I have nothing to lose… and despite the fact I still am a little angry at him for handling the situation so childishly yesterday, I couldn’t help but snuggle into his warmth.
“Good morning love,” He whispers on my forehead, wrapping a blanket around us both. He smiles and for some reason it sends butterflies erupting into my stomach. His light lips stretching into a cute smile are enough for me to smile as well.
“Uh… good morning,” I half smile. He seems to notice my awkward expression and releases my small hand, letting it slide down his bare chest. My thoughts ramble but at the moment they seem to only be focusing on how good looking he is. I laugh silently at the thought that I’m mentally creeping on him.
“You… looked cold… so I thought I’d warm you up… sorry,” his tone turning slightly harsh as he sets me on the bed away from him. My head spins from the sudden commotion and I move my hand up to hold my forehead. Today is the day I go back… but what for? I just want to go home. That’s honestly all I can figure out right now.
“Fae, you need to listen okay?” Liam’s tone is urgent and catches my attention immediately. His forehead creases as if is worried or scared. I don’t answer though. I only look down waiting for him to continue. Liam sighs and I can feel the tension between us. We are basically two teenagers being forced on each other… it’s bound to be pressurized.
“I honestly don’t know how to tell you these things,” the words tumble from his lips nervously and I pinch at the fabric of the sheets. Those words remind me of stupid chick flicks when the guy breaks up with the girl but I know this is more serious.
“I have to explain to you what will be happening to you… until I- we can get you out,” he states clearing his throat. My stomach flips in almost anxiety at what he is about to say. Something about the way his eyes are set on the bed is too calm for my liking.
“You will be referred to as number 52.”
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After about an hour and a half of Liam going over the stuff I needed to know I was bawling. I didn’t think I could cry this much ever but from the stories he was telling me tears were escaping down my face at record pace. Hatred towards my father increase and I find myself wishing he had killed himself or just left. Liam’s soft voice through it all was comforting in the weirdest way possible. I couldn’t help but try and try to convince him to hide me away. With no such success as I had in my mind I’m sitting here. In between the boys by the name of Niall and Zayn. On my way back to a hell hole that even I know I can’t escape. Even they know. I had my life all planned out. Key word "planned". College. Job. Family. Sometimes things get in the way. Big things get in the way that you can't control and nomatter how hard you try to push them to the side, they stick with you. So I'm here... and this is my life. As of now I’m not Fae Hinderson anymore. I am the girl they call number 52.
~~~Thanks for reading! i'll make longer chapters once my headaches go away~~~
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No. 52
Fanfiction17 year old Fae Hinderson seems like the ordinary girl with ordinary problems. Moving schools from half way across the country she's forced to live with her aunt and uncle in non other than a nice place called England. Her plans were to get through...
