Runner [Book 3; Daddy Series]

5: Empty Streets

I walk the empty streets of London, occasionally the random 3AM drunk passing me. I tried getting a taxi then deciding that would cost too much money and decided to walk. It's getting closer to 4AM now and I've been walking for close to an hour. I don't know where I am, but I need a hotel, and soon. I look across the street, noticing I'm in the not so good part of town. Clubs, bars and strip clubs for miles. Luckily, empty streets are accompanied with these businesses. I take a look behind me, nobody. It's a deserted road in the middle of what seems like nowhere. I sigh turning around and walking back the way I came. I should've made reservations to a hotel and then got directions or something. I should've had reassurance that I have somewhere to stay tonight; instead I'm spending the early hours of the morning walking the empty streets.

"Damn," I curse under my breath, bringing my jacket closer to me, and shifting the bag on my shoulder.

"Oh my god," I smile seeing a red sign a block or so in front of me 'MOTEL – VANCANT' in big letters. A smile spreads across my face as I increase my pace to the small, cheap looking hotel. I look both ways, although there aren't any cars, before crossing the street. My destination only a little ways in front of me, I'm at a slow jog now as I approach the shabby motel that doesn't have a proper name. I reach towards the door, a bell dinging as it hits the door. The lobby smells of mildew and smoke. The older man at the counter, currently helping some other girl that looks about in her 20s. A short black dress, and 6" platform clear heels making it clear she's a stripper or a prostitute, either way not somebody I want to be around. She picks up her pink bag and struts down the hall.

"How many nights?" he asks and I walk towards the counter.

"Um, I'm-erm-actually not sure," I say looking down at my feet then back at him.

"Runaway?" he asks.

"What? Oh, noo," I say trying to sound convincing, but obviously failing when he smirks and shakes his head, handing over a key. I reach in my bag and start to pull out my money before he stops me.

"Just pay me when you leave, you look exhausted, room 103," he says. I take the key, thanking him and walking down the hall where I assume the room is.

100...101...102...103! I slide the card into the card thing and the light flashes a green before I hear a click, and I open the door. Old green carpet covers the floor, dirty white tiles in the bathroom. I set my bag down on the bed and walking around, a side room is beside the bathroom and it looks like a smoke room. A small window that looks out to the street, a –what seems like – homeless person stumbling down the not well lit street.

I sigh walking back to the main room, pulling out my phone and charger and plugging it into the wall. I see that I have more texts, my parents, Leah, and again, Niall. I know Niall has two kids with his wife Rebecca. One son who was Rebecca's from a previous relationship, he's 17 and then his daughter who's 11. I don't know either of their names, my dad never really said much about him, at least I don't think he did. I probably tuned him out anyway.

From: Mom

To: Kathryn

Why would you just leave? What is wrong with you?

From: Dad

To: Kathryn

You better get back here, Kathryn Elizabeth Ava Hemmings; I'm done with this shit.

From: Uncle Niallerr! :)

To: Kathryn

Ello, love;) hope to see you 'round I know you're in England somewhere always knew you'd end up here just didn't expect it this soon. Love ya xx

I smile at Niall's text, I always told him I wanted him to shove me in his suitcase and take me back to London when he'd come to visit. He knew how much I wanted to come here. I look around the night stand before finding the remote I was looking for, and turn it on.

"In local news, One Direction, the boy band from close to 20 years ago is coming together for one last reunion show. It will be at the Liverpool Echo Arena this Saturday the 7th," the news man says, maybe I'd care more if it weren't 3 hours away and if I knew I had enough money to make it there and back, but I have no reassurance of anything, yet again.

"Uncle Niall!" I yell running towards him, he opens his arms, dropping his duffle bag on the floor and picking me up, spinning me around in a circle before setting me back down.

"Hey there, Aves," he smiles ruffling up my hair; he is the only one I let call me Ava or Aves. I always hated my middle name

"Niaalll! My hair looked cute," I whine bringing my little hands up to my head trying to tame the mess that Uncle Niall created.

"Here let me help," he smiles crouching down and smoothing my hair down with his hands. I wrap my little arms around his neck and hug him.

"I missed you," I say sitting down in front of him. He shifts down to the floor and sets me on his lap.

"I missed you too," he says, "but I'm here now!" he cheers.

"How long?" I ask quietly, looking down at my hands in my lap. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me into his chest, his arms holding me tight.

"Not very long, Kathryn," he sighs pressing a light kiss to the top of my head.

That was the last time I saw him, and I was only 7 at the time, it's been 9 years since then.

I fall asleep with tears in my eyes, and the sounds of moans and loud music in my ears.

(A/N)

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