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Still Got Time - ZAYN Ft. PARTYNEXTDOOR

We continued to run, for what felt like hours. My feet were sore in my boots, and my eyes were red and clouded by the tears. Charlie was far ahead of me, not focusing on what was going on around him as he ran looking down. I began to pant heavily, as we arrived back at him estate,

"Shadow! Wait up!" I yelp, as he stops at the entrance. He looks down at me, no concern on his ace nor dismay. He just stared at me in awe, like I was the first girl he had ever saw in this state. His eyes changed to a serious look.

"You need to calm down Lily, it's going to be fine." His voice sounded gentle, like he was actually trying to calm me, and it worked. I felt a little better, but I was still flustered and sad, sad still that I had to murder my own flesh and blood. My mother, my birth mother. Charlie's doorbell rings in my head, as we wait impatiently.

"Herold, it's Charlie. Let me inside." At the tone of his voice and the command given, the door opens slightly for us to walk inside. Herold stands there, his hands behind his back, which seemed like his per usual look. Charlie's hand is wrapped around my wrist, as he tugs me forward into the lightly lit room. All of the halls were quiet, seemingly the maids were asleep or listening to what was going on.

"Welcome home, Sir." He bows in front of us, gesturing Charlie nods. Charlie clears his throat rather loudly,

"Thank you Herold, but I need you to do a few things for my .. " He turned back and looks at me with a type of stare to burn through you. Like he was analyzing me, looking through me and processing it himself. I just blankly stare towards him. Was I supposed to say anything? I look down at my boots once again, unfamiliar with what to do.

"Companion, get her to her room, and bring some clothes for." He states, not like I hadn't already been into my room, but the formality I guess was necessary when it came to Herold. He was his butler after all, what would his job be without orders and instructions. You could hear the whispers of maids and other servants through corridors, mostly giggles and faint words only those with high hearing could make out.

"Can you handle that?" I rose my head, to see the eye contact brewing between Charlie and his loyal butler. Herold didn't seem phased by Charlie's stare, because I was trembling in my boots just looking at him. Even though he wasn't looking at me in the slightest. It seemed like Charlie and Herold had a bond that was unreadable, some people had a tight bond that was unbreakable. Others had a bond that didn't seem so healthy for either side. Their relationship, I couldn't work out. They were so shallow, dignified, and criminally active it seemed that it was unreliable to anything I had seen before.

Herold bows his head towards Charlie and I, the maids' whispers echoing through my ears. All I ever heard them do is whisper.

"Of course, right away Sir." He now looks towards me, with a glint of hate it seemed. Was it because I was just waltzing into his affairs, into his private life? If only he knew, I didn't choose nor want to be here with this man. Herold was scary indeed, but not as terrifying as the bulky, snickering criminal I had to deal with for the past few hours. At least I know Herold wouldn't kill me, well so I think. Anyone can change in a blink of a second, for better or for worse.

"Follow me, Miss." He gestures towards the stairs, where I had stepped before. I nod, as I follow him away from Charlie's intense stare.

"A-alright," I stutter, as he nods towards me, looking back at me with a little lift of a smile. Charlie's stare though, was the only thing that I could feel radiating on me. Honestly, could he stare anywhere else? The stare was always the most scary thing about him. Other than the fact that he was a bloodthirsty criminal who made me kill my own mother. We continue to walk up the staircase, our footsteps the only think echoing, the silence agonizing. I was always the one to talk, but this situation made me want to keep my lips closed. Herold directs me back to the room, I once was in. He opens the door wide and steps aside, bowing his head for me to head inside. I wait though, and he shrugs going in front of me. He stops in the middle of the room, in front of the lavish bed.