Bad boy, Great lips//h.s.

Chapter Forty-One

Warmth.
The sunlight, I assume, lit up the darkness behind my eyelids. I turned in the blankets that covered me. It was a blissful silence. Not just silence of the room but silence of the brain.
Then it flooded back to me. Klaus.
Shit.
My eyelids flew open and scanned the room which I laid in. It was pricy. Expensive seemed to leak in the air. Across the room sat tall sitting chairs around and heavy looking dark wood table. I glanced to the bed which I laid, not having enough courage to see if someone laid with me. I gulped and turned and faced what I feared most in that moment.
"Shit," I whispered to myself. To my dismay, Klaus laid beside me. To be fair, he was as handsome as I remembered from last night. Dark blonde curls in a mess across his forehead, red lips parted in sleep and a cute nose. He was a heartbreaker.
I didn't need to look to confirm my doubts. I had slept with him last night. I could tell from my panties hanging on the door handle. I quietly threw off the thick bedding and stood on the fluffy carpet.
I picked up my bra and went for my panties, putting them on in the process.
"Where's my dress?" I muttered. I looked under the bed and found my left shoe but still no dress. Crap. I tiptoed to the door and opened it slowly. What if he had roommates? What if he still lived with his parents? I don't think I'd be able to handle his mother seeing me half naked.
"Here goes nothing."
I padded out on to cold wooden floors. I looked around as I desperately searched my long lost dress. Old paintings hung on the wall and the entire house seemed to leak of elegance and fine age. He defiantly lived with his parents. All the more reason to hurry up and find my damned clothing item.
I was, what I assume, in the living room when the sight blessed me with my dress. I scurried over and grabbed dress and slipped into within seconds. Next, my clutch. I only had to glance once. It was on the counter. I grabbed it and opened it and made sure I had everything I came here with. I did.
I was heading to the door when I vividly remember dropped my clutch on the floor in a frenzy of kisses. I shrugged off the eerie feeling and walked out.

~

"There is no need to rush, Mother," I told her. She glanced down at me in worry. Her brown eyes flickered to her wrist watch.
"Minus the drive, you have an hour and three minutes," she rushed.
I chuckled lightly. "Care to give me the seconds also?"
She groaned and sat down on my bed and helped me fold my things in my suitcase.
"Mom," I said sternly. Her gaze met my own.
"If I miss the flight, no big deal. I'll catch one tomorrow. We could even get a hotel for the night and maybe go to the spa. How does that sound?"
She immediately shook her head.
"No, no dear. You have classes tomorrow. Or the day after but the time difference throws me a bit off."
I felt no need to argue. I knew my plan in buying me more time until I go to London was useless. In the past days I've come to ill conclusion.
I absolutely hate England.
I hate being there. So close to him all the time when our... Whatever has clearly had its prospering times but was now left in a tragic end.
"Mom?" I asked quietly. She reguards me carefully, thrown off my small voice.
"Yes honey?"
I cleared my throat before continuing.
"I hate it."
She eyed me, beckoning more words from my mouth.
"I hate it in London. I don't think it was everything I had hoped it would be."
She sighed and set down the clothing item she had been folding.
"I'm assuming you're asking me, or confiding in me, about transferring schools; now aren't you?"
I nodded slowly.
"It's scary how well you know me sometimes," I murmured.
She smiled softly.
"I've know you, what? Ten years? Perhaps twelve?" She laughed. I chuckled with her.
Mom grabbed my shoulders gently, pulling me forth.
"Courage, sweetheart. Face what you ran home for."
I could feel my throat tightening. I shook my head fiercely.
"I don't want to, I don't want to go back there. I hate it, Mom. I really, really hate it. I hate how I've cornered and isolated myself. How I've drove everyone away from me or how they've ran from me." Tears leaked over my cheeks.
Mom wiped them away with her hand.
"I didn't raise a coward."
I cried into her chest.
"Please don't make me go back,"
I sobbed. As I cried in my anguish, my thoughts were plagued in everything I had been relieved to get away from.
Mom pulled back. "Sometimes courage doesn't roar. Sometimes courage is a quiet mouse whispering, 'I'll try again tomorrow.'"

I nearly started crying when the pilot announced that we'd be touching down in London soon. I wasn't sure if I was ready to face the mess I had left behind weeks ago.
The airplane did land, I was the last one to get off. I walked down the connecting corridor slowly, counting the tiles as I went. I idly wondered when Dmitri would be here, maybe he'd let me bunk at his place until I saved up enough to get my own. I don't think I'll be able to handle Tori and Zayn much longer.
It's like all that guilt I had been shoving back flooded into me after I left Klaus's. I didn't realize how unhappy I was until he showed me. Maybe I was dumb as a calf thinking these things.
But every time I thought of Klaus, I felt eerie. I suspect he snooped around in my clutch. I double checked everything though. Nothing was missing, not a single penny. I called my bank and credit cards, nothing. I had noticed the picture of Liam, Kayla and I had been moved to the opposite side - behind my debit card. I always have my pictures behind my ID, they're easier to get to.
I know Klaus tampered with something but never took anything and had yet to buy anything. I've set up fraud alert on all my cards and changed the pins and yet there hasn't been any sort of try to get into my account. Nothing.
What the hell was he doing then?
Drunk and horny - Klaus was a dream come true but now? He seemed familiar, in the worst way possible. His memory set me on edge and the thoughts of him snooping around in my wallet made me more eerie. Maybe that's why he was so rich, he slept with girls and snuck out of bed and got their account information and took it for himself.
But then why hasn't he tried to buy anything? I know the house must have some killer taxes and the bills must be sky high.
I was torturing myself with these thoughts but I could cast it out of my thoughts. I don't need another problem in my life right now, my
plates full enough as it is.
As to other problems, I could sum the largest one up in one word. A name really.
Harry.
I flinched at his name, even the mere thought. I had been refusing to think of him for most my time in the States. It didn't help much, but slightly.
Maybe it wasn't that big of a deal. Since it is a new semester, that meant new classes. Which in return meant no Harry. Perhaps I could just skillfully dodge him until... Until I die, that sounds like a good plan if you ask me.
I kept my head down in heavy hustling and bustling of the airport. I stood in line at baggage and waited patiently. I calmly grabbed my suitcase and walked swiftly in the crowd, ignoring the feeling of being watched.