Disenthrall

Chapter 3: Lies, Diary, and Games

Emily doesn’t really know what to do. What do you do when a boy walks up to you and kisses you out of nowhere? Plus, he’s really cute too... The brunette shakes her head. She can’t think like that for four reasons. 1.) She’s far too busy to have a boyfriend even if she is taking a break from writing. 2.) She’s trying to get all the stress to go away. A boyfriend would just bring it back. 3.) She wouldn’t know how to act in a relationship. Yes, she writes it, but she’s never been in one herself. She’d get all shy. 4.) She can’t be in a relationship with him anyway. He has to try to get better. Adding more stress would only make him worse.

The brunette starts to walk towards the door. She needs to get back to Claire and the others. Claire. She’s probably going to be wanting to know about this, but Emily can’t tell her. There are those four reasons. Plus, it was just a kiss. Well, it was a little bit more than just a kiss, but that doesn’t matter. It might not happen again. She doesn’t know why Niall did that. It could just be because of his PTSD. It’s not like she knows the syndromes. Going up to a random person and kissing them could be one of them. How should she know? She’s never written that in a story.

Although that would make a good story.

The writer finds herself outside of the door. She doesn’t really know what she’s going to say if anyone questions her, but she does have a slight idea. She just has to get into a writing mood. A writing mood should help her come up with something on the spot. It has before in some cases. Yes, there were only a couple, but she’s also used it in her writing. That has to count as something, right?

Let’s see...

Pencils. Paper. Keyboard. Words.

Pencils. Paper. Keyboard. Words.

Pencils. Paper. Keyboard. Words.

That should do it. She feels connected with language, and her first connected thought is, “Wow. That sounded like a chant a witch would say.” Yep. She’s in her writing mood. Now there is just one more thing before she can go inside. Emily puts her writing skills to use. She’s got it now. Now she has an excuse. Although, it’s pretty simple. Anyone could have come up with it. She mentally shrugs. Well, she guesses that maybe she just isn’t all there when she’s not in her mood. It is who she is afterall. In reality, she’s just trying to think of why she didn’t come up with such a simple excuse before.

The brown-eyed girl opens the door and enters. She doesn’t see anyone at first, but then she spots Niall heading up the stairs. She quickly follows behind. He might be trying to catch up with the others like she is. Up the stairs they go. She finds herself on the second floor. Emily still doesn’t see anyone else, and she can now see that Niall isn’t going to them. He’s heading to one of the rooms. The brunette doesn’t see which one because she feels someone tap her shoulder which causes her to turn around quickly to find out the person’s identity.

A pair of green eyes meet her’s. It’s the curly-haired boy, Harry. He was the one that apologized earlier for Niall’s behavior. Oh! That’s right. She was following Niall. Yes, she was trying to get to everyone else, but she kind of wants to spy on him. Is that wrong? She can just see it in one of her books. After being kissed out of nowhere, the girl follows the boy. She stands outside of his door and listens in order to find out more about him. Does he like her? Is he just messing with her? What is he even like? Wha-

“Hello?” Harry questions while waving his hand in front of her face.

Emily snaps out of it. “Oh, I’m sorry. It’s just that I’m in a writing mood. Ideas keep coming into my head. That’s, um, why I was out there longer than you guys. I was looking out at the ocean and got this urge to write. I space out sometimes when I’m like that to think of what to write before I actually do.”