Spy With Wings

Chapter 8

Saiges P.O.V

~Morning~

I fluttered my eyes opened and took in a deep, slow breath. I shifted lightly and groaned quietly as I feel an arm pull me close. Hot breath hit the back of my neck and I look behind me to see a 21 year old man at peace.

His skin glowed when the sunlight hit it through the shades on the window.

"Louis," I say tiredly. He shifts slightly but doesn't wake up. "Lou!"

"Mmmm," He groaned and turned over, away from me, and onto his back. "Go back to bed."

"No, thank you," I whisper with a sigh. I stand up, still in my clothes from last night, and grabbed my things. "Im heading home."

"No!" He said and instantly pulled me back down onto the bed. "Stay!"

I shake my head and notice the tattooed number on his collar bone. I trace it as he watches my finger.

"What's that?" I whisper to him. His blue eyes meet mine and my finger stops.

123028

"Its a sad meaning," He mumbles and pecks my cheek as he releases me and removes my hand slowly. "Very sad."

"Can you tell me?" I ask and he shakes his head as he sighs. "Why not?"

"I just can't," He says as he sits up. "Im sorry."

I shrug and stand up while sighing, "Its fine, I guess."

He shakes his disheveled hair and watches me again. His eyes send goose bumps to run on my skin as I hold back the need to shiver.

"Bye," I say as I head for the door. He waves and I walk out the apartment. His place was small and cozy. A small fire place, a couch that forms into a bed, a second room for a kitchen.

He had a dining room but it was small. He had a hallway but those were guest rooms and, at the end, was a small bathroom. A shower with no tub, stuffed in a corner, and a toilet next to the sink.

He said he didn't want to be known as the type to show off- buying huge houses and speed-like cars. Infact, he had a Range Rover. I liked it. He had a small yard but big enough to play in.

I liked him, I really did...

~Hours Later~

I entered the quiet house, silently closing the door. Sunlight streamed through and hit everything. It was so bright.

"Saige Johnson!" A strict voice rung through the house. I walk into the living room, seeing Simon with London police. "Where have you been!?"

"Did you really need them?" I say, motioning to the police guys. "Really?"

"Well," The guy with a thinning hairline sighed. "She's home, Mr. Cowell. No need to worry."

"We should go." The next one said. He was well built and quite handsome but looked thirty.

"Uhm, Yes. Of course. Thank you again," Simon pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger as he sighs. "This way." He leads them to the door and says his goodbyes.

"It wasn't my fault," I say once he re-enters the room. "I mean, it was, but-"

"You're grounded," He says steictly and simply. "I've never been so frightened in my life, Saige!"

"I was with Louis!" I defend as I stand from the couch.

"Doing what?" He stares at me. "Why were out there!? You didn't leave a note, a call, text-"

"Sorry! Didn't know I was on a leash!" I say sarcastically.

"Oh, don't get smart," He snarls. "You're on a leash as long as you're here!"

"Maybe I'll move then," I say and walk past him. "To Lous maybe."

"No," He says sternly and pulls me by my arm. "You are staying. End of it!"

"Dont-"

"To your room," He growls and shoves me. "And DONT come out until I say!"

I run upstairs to me room, locking the door, before tumbling onto the bed, crying.

"FUCK!" I scream into the pillow. Why did I come here? Why?

A/N: Its a filler and Im sorry! .xx