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XXIX.

"Let's get out of here, away from all of this," I told Harry looking at the open suitcase on my bed that was being piled with different clothing items I had acquired.

"We can't." Harry declined like I knew he would. I asked questions already knowing the answer but hoping it would be different.

"Why not? I know you can protect me, we can get away from all of this." I enticed wanting to be alone with Harry. I didn't want any part of this life anymore and only craved to live a life away with Harry. I was tired of the complications my life brought and the way I had been living. If Harry and I could disappear and see if what we had was real I would take any shot presented.

"There's too many people out there Mia. I can't protect you from the entire world." Harry told me frustrated that he couldn't do an impossible job by himself.

"What do they want anyway? Why me?" This was a question that had gone unanswered for as long as I can remember. I had asked Harry multiple times what all these people wanted from me but he told me it wasn't my business or that I didn't need to know.

"Mia these people are out for blood." Harry stressed with those jade green eyes that held back so much. I could see the hidden secrets behind his eyes.

Gulping down what Harry had just said the nerves pricked at my skin and I become more visibly anxious. The thought of them wanting to only kill me brought on a whole new set of worrisome thoughts. All I wanted was to be free but it was something I could never have.

+

Australia. All I really could say about the place was that it was deathly hot. I rarely found myself going outside and since the Cancun incident, security has been tighter than ever. Harry has put even more restrictions on me due to my father's orders.

Again the isolation set in when we drove out in what was basically the Outback. It looked like an endless desert as we pulled up to the mid-sized house that looked less than glamorous from the outside appearance.

"Are you sure this is it?" I took in a deep sigh as the dust settled against our tires of the car. I was less than thrilled to be out so far.

"Don't judge a book by its cover," Niall told me as I gazed out the window a little longer to take in the new setting.

I had hoped that Niall wasn't going to tag along with us but he had. Things between Harry and I had been rocky and less than easy but then again, it was never easy before. Someone once told me that something hard is worth having.

Stepping out onto the red colored dirt I came towards the front door where I wiped my hairline that was already forming with sweat. Twisting the knob I made my way into the home that was draped in white sheets over the furniture.

Maybe Niall was right, I shouldn't have judged by the outside.

Looking around I found the ghost looking house I heard Niall and Harry enter with our bags that they dropped on the floor. My mind was filling with curiosity as I walked about, exploring the new living quarters.

Finding the master bedroom, my eyes drew to the bed that was covered over with a white sheet. What I would give to be with Harry in this bed. I knew however this wasn't even close to a possibility as long as Niall stuck around.

Sighing deeply I walked back out to the main room where I saw Harry and Niall uncovering the expensive looking furniture. Even though I was wrong about this place being a dump, the decor and luxury inside didn't change the fact that I felt isolated. I was tired of hiding from the world, I dreamed of a life full of freedoms and fewer restrictions and rules.

"Why here? At least in Cancun, we had a beach." I whined, complaining as I looked outside the window to an endless desert. I knew I was complaining but seeing no activity only made me groan with boredom.

"Is safety boring to you, Miss Frost?" Niall piped in causing me to roll my eyes internally. I hated when he would say things like this, it only further annoyed me.

"If safety means being stranded out here in the desert then yes." I sassed thinking that Harry was going to get after me for being sassy. My personality had changed since meeting and living with Harry. I had developed different traits I hadn't had before knowing him.

"Then why don't you make yourself not bored by going to unpack your things," Niall suggested taking the pile of white sheets and folding them.

"What's even the point? Don't you know we will be found out in a week or two? I'm tired of packing and unpacking." I folded my arms walking off to find a bedroom across from the master that I would call mine for the time being. I was even more frustrated now about the whole situation, I was tired of running. I felt like I didn't even have a life anymore, I was always hiding away in the shadows. That has been my entire life. Hiding.

Taking ahold of a white sheet I uncovered the bed and threw the sheet to the ground. My heart was beating quicker from the frustration as I plopped myself on the bed trying to calm my nerves. I was done unpacking. I had done that my whole entire life. My entire life I lived from a suitcase and sitting here alone now I realized how tired and sick I was about it.

I'm tired of hiding, of being afraid of what I don't know. I need an answer for me to keep my sanity.

-September 27, 2016