Spy With Wings

Chapter 7

Saiges P.O.V

I run my hands over my face as I look around. It was a dream, I tell myself, just a damn dream.

I slowly lay back down as I stare at the ceiling, falling into a state of reminiscence, as I swallow hard.

My eyes form this horrible joke upon me, making he see a moldy ceiling. It leaked with water, dirty water, and my body forces me to stand and throw on a coat.

I put on sneakers and walk out into the brisk London air. I keep my head down as I walk to the concrete. My thoughts clouded my brain, senses, as I carried my body down nlocks and streets.

"Hey!" A male voice says as I bump into their shoulder. I look up at the guy. His blue eyes meet mine as he smiles. "Saige, right?"

I cautiously nod. "You are?..."

"Oh! This isn't good lighting," He chuckles and pulls me under a streets light. His messy hair laid on his head and I smile. "Better?"

"Yeah, Louis," I nod and giggle. "Perfect." He nods and grasp my cold hand in his warm one. He leads me the way I was walking.

I noticed the way he moved closer to me, looking around. I become confused but say nothing.

"Why are you out so late?" He randomly asked me. "I mean, its 2 AM."

"Couldn't sleep," I shrug. "You?"

"Got a coffee," He replied woth a teasing smirk. "Bet you want one." I nod to confirm his bet and he chuckles lightly before turning right.

"Am I allowed to walk with a stranger?" I teasingly say out loud. He laugh and shakes his head. "I mean, am I safe with you?"

"Of course you are!" He says in mock hurt as I laugh. He opens the door to a coffee shop for me and I thank him. "Always will be..."

I roll my eyes as we sit down. I rub my hands together, trying to warm them. His icy eyes watch my hands and he takes them in his, creating warmth.

"Should wear gloves," He commented as he focused my small hands. "Keeps you warmer out there. Its below freezing."

"Thank you, Mr. Weatherman," I chuckle and pull away once Im warm. "But I knew that a few blocks down from here!"

"Sure," He laughs. We order hot cocoa and I sigh. "What's wrong?"

"Hm?" I look up at him, like a deer in the headlights. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, don't play stupid!" He said as he rolls his eyes and leans in his chair. "You look like you've seen a ghost!"

"Might as well be one," I mumble to myself but shale my head. "Bad dream."

He nods and doesn't bring it up again. I sip my drink quietly as he stares out the window. I watch him for a bit but decide to stop, not wanting to be creepy.

"Since you're far from Uncle Simons," He starts as he looks at me. "You can stay at mine." He licks his chapped lips hastily and I shrug, too tired to argue over this.

I trust him...

A/N: Should you trust him, Saige? Hm?

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