(DISCONTINUED)

○ 6.2 :: idk man this book is a mess ○

(16.12.16)

((Gonna start putting dates here when I update, ignore them))

Dedicated to lililoveszaynie, GO READ HER BOOKS

IT'S BEEN A MONTH I'M SO SORRY

ALSO I'VE DECIDED FÙCK THE VOICEMAIL BC U CAN PROB GUESS WHAT HARRY SAID IN IT

My mock exams went okay-ish tho, got my results today and got 5 A's, 2 B's, 2 C's, and a D lmao

!!! Also 46k !!!

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Greece was so nice early in the morning.

Although not warm, it was cool enough just to soothe my sweaty, burning skin as I jogged my way through the streets. My hair was half up, half down, because even though I loved the feeling of the breeze on my scalp, I also enjoyed being able to see - even if there weren't any pedestrians around to bowl over. There was an indescribable beauty about empty streets. When everything seemed newer and larger and you realised that you'd never looked around you at all. Or maybe I was just much too consumed in Harry. Nevertheless, newfound awe filled me as my feet slapped down on the decorative paving stones and my arms pumped by my sides, and I almost decided that I should wake up at sunrise every day.

Almost.

Leaving the country always made me realise the ugliness of London. Everywhere I'd travelled the cities were beautiful, with regal structures and elegant art and coordinated colour schemes. I couldn't understand why anybody would go to London at all. It was cold, wet, the majority of the people were rude, and everything was so dismally grey. Was anyone even trying when they designed the city?

There was no way of knowing how much time had passed since I left the hotel room, other the rise of the sun in the sky. In this case I literally didn't have a phone, but leaving it behind was something I usually did when I went running, anyway; it added to the feeling of freedom, the sensation of having not a single care in the world. With my legs pumping and my heart racing and my hair bouncing, I had no responsibility. There was no Theresa in my ear, no Des breathing down my neck. It was just me and the wind.

I wished it was me and the sense of direction, because I was fairly sure I was lost.

***

It took a long time to find the hotel again, I guessed somewhere around an hour. It was just past nine in the morning by the time I panted my way into the hotel lobby, meaning I had been gone just over three hours. Three hours. Harry would most definitely be awake by now, and he was going to flip his shít. My eyes slid closed in annoyance. Why hadn't it occurred to me to leave a note. Not even a Gone for a run - K?

I was an idiot.

I had expected Harry to yell at me the moment I had the door open. I had half expected that he might sense me outside the door and wrench it open before I could do it myself. I had a quarter expected that he might somehow know I was coming up in the lift, and come thundering out of our room like a mad bull. I had not expected to see Harry pacing in front of our bed, tearing at his hair and muttering in panic and fear. He didn't even know I was there until I gently cleared my throat.

His head snapped towards me so fast I thought he might get whiplash, the look of panic on his face melting into insane relief. "Kat," he whispered almost brokenly, charging towards me in the same way I imagined he would, but also differently. He came to an abrupt stop inches away, staring at me like he couldn't believe I was there, all in one piece. From this distance I could see that the very edges of his eyes were tinged red, meaning that he'd either already cried, or that he was about to.