Elle's p.o.v
Someone is tapping on my shoulder. I turn around, ready to teach them a lesson about 'me not being a dog' when I see Liam standing there with a big smile on his face.
He engulfs me in a hug and swings me around a bit before setting me down and smiling... again.
"Elle, what the hell are you doing here?"
I don’t know if I’m allowed to tell him this. Harry is still sitting on a stool in the corner of the room, watching us, intently.
"Um... Liam.. I don’t really know if it would be okay to tell you. I would like to, I promise I want to tell you. But I can’t." My voice wobbles a bit as I am reminded why I am here.
He half smiles before replying, " It’s okay Elle, I trust you."
It stings a little when Liam shows no sign of seeing things in the newspapers about my disappearance. But I suppose he has a busy life.
"Are all of you okay? We mean it when we say that none of us will hurt you."
"I know that. It was just a shock to us that’s all. It will be nice to have a break from all of the cameras and work for a bit." He joked.
Harry butted in,
"A break? You're calling it a break Liam? We are trapped here. We should just get out while we can. It could get worse Liam, what were you all thinking when you agreed? Huh?"
Liam stutters a response,
"I-I don’t know. Elle was-"
"Elle this, Elle that. Fuck ELLE. Who even are you anyway?" He directs his anger towards me.
" I’m Elle. I will be looking after you while you are here."
Harry looks even angrier. Oops.
"I don’t. Need. Looking. After."
I stare him down for a few seconds before responding,
"Okay so when I cook the meals, everyone can sit down and eat, but Harry here will have to occupy that lovely stool he has just chosen to sulk on with none of my food."
I finish before strutting away, leaving a shocked Harry and a laughing Liam.
