Escaping - Larry Stylinson (rewriting)

Chapter Four

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Chapter four

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So there we are. Late in the afternoon, on a bench in a deserted airport.

I slowly move the phone to my ear, waiting for it to be answered.

"Hello, Tom Wellington speaking"

"Hey Tom, it's Louis Tomlinson." Thank God I saved his number.

"Good day Louis! How are ya?" The thing about Tom is that he always speak so loud. I have to get away from my phone at sometimes to prevent me from getting deaf.

"Well" I say as I put the phone back to my ear. "Harry and me are in big trouble actually"

"What is it, buddy?"

I breathe in. "We lost the papers to the house" I then rattle while breathing out. Tom doesn't answer, so I continue speaking. "My suitcase got lost and I've put the form for the house in them"

"Oh..." he says. "Shit, guys"

"Yeah"

"So now what?"

"Well, see Tom, we were thinking... Do we really need the paper to the house? Can't you just give us the key? We don't really have anywhere to go. Our furniture will be delivered soon as well... We need to be there,"

"Look, I'm sorry Louis" Tom sighs. "I really like you and your prince charming and I wish I could help you, but I can't. I need the papers. Rules are rules. We need the papers to be signed."

"Okay, I understand" I say with trouble, trying to fight away the disappointment in my voice. "Thanks anyway, Tom"

"Anytime Tommo"

I end the phone call and swear under my breath. It's not Tom's fault though. He's a good guy. We met him a while ago and we talked a lot about getting the house. He helped us and we became good friends.

Tom lives in Portugal. I e-mailed him about the house and he'd flown straight to London to talk to us. He showed us pictures, set everything up for us and he convinced us.

"Bad news?" Harry asks as he gets up from the uncomfortable bench and kneels down in between my legs. It's impossible to resist Harry, so I look up at him. "What did Tom say?" Harry places his hands on both my thighs to keep himself in balance.

"Not much" I answer. "He needs the papers to be signed. He can not give us the key"

"Dammit" Harry sighs, shaking his head.

"Where do we go now?" Desperation is clear in my voice.

"A hotel?" Harry suggest.

"No, we barely have money... And the little money we do have, should be spent on the house."

"You're right" Harry answers me after a while. "But do you have a better idea?"

I don't really need to think about how to answer that. I don't have a better idea.

"We could maybe... Like, you know.. Stay here and figure it out tomorrow. Maybe you'll even have your suitcase back by then" Harry tells me, his eyes hold a promising look.

"You mean sleep on these bloody uncomfortable benches? At an airport?"

"Why not?" He shoots back. Maybe his idea isn't too bad, but no way I'm sleeping on these shit benches. "Lou, we don't have much other options. Besides its nearly 9 o'clock and I'm tired" I shake my head no at his talking. "I'd rather sleep here then somewhere under a bridge in a country I've never been before" He adds.