So im back at college now, and updates wont be as often as they should be. I hate to think of this but in five weeks time I finish college, I barely have any time to write a suitable length update and an actually half decent one. I didn't think my course would have so much written work, being Music 'Performance' but clearly my tutor is a complete and utter bellend. Im sorry that the people who still do read my book have to wait so long for a new chapter. Im not even sure where I want this book to go from here, I get ideas and sometimes they work and sometimes they don't. I am very tempted to start the story again and change a few things.
Im sorry for the long awaited update..i hope its not too shit. :)
He's found me. My heart leaps as I stare back at him. He's finally come to rescue me. "Mam this way please." The driver whispers, his firm grip on my arm tugs me further away from Harry. I shuffle in the grip of him, looking back over to where Des and his son were. Nothing, nothing but thin air is there. I swear I saw him. I don't need any more mind games, I just need to see Harry.
"Get off me." I pull my arm away. I walk though the back entrance the driver closely following me. I place my things down in the living room. " I need to see Des." I turn around, Ava is bringing me a tray of refreshments.
"Mam, Des will be with you soon. He's had a call for work." She smiles. She hands me a small glass of liquid, along with a tablet. "Des said you had an headache..this will sooth the pain." Headache?
Out of politeness I take the tablets out of her hands, grabbing the cool drink. I take back the drink, placing it back down on the tray. "Will you just let me see him? Why is it such a big problem." Ava shakes her head stepping in front of me.
"Ive told you, Mr Styles is busy. He'll be with you shortly. Its very important." She gives me a small smile, bullshit. He's with Harry and we all know it. "Please, your dinner is waiting." My dinner? What happened to only eating with Des? Things seem to be changing around here, other than me having a tiniest amount of freedom. I follow Ava through the hallway, I watch her walk through to the dining room.
Lock the door. Not a bad idea, she pulls the chair out slightly. My fingers wrap around the door handle and pull the door shut, I flick the lock across the door. I watch Ava bang her fists against the door. Her lips moving, her face reddening. How is she not getting angry? Fear and worry is spread across her face, she's afraid of Des. Even he knows it.
I run back through the hall way, taking two steps at a time as I make my way up the stairs. Office, he's got to be in the office. My feet carry me to his office, should I knock? I should at least be the slightest respectful. My fist hits the wood, softly knocking the door. I push the door slightly open, "Des? Are you in here?" The lights are dim, the room is completely silent. I step into the room, shutting the door behind me. "Des? Harry?" My palm hits the wall as I search for the light.
My wrists are tightly gripped as Im pushed against the wall. "A-"
"Shhh." My cries are muffled, a large hand placed over my mouth with another keeping my back pressed firmly against the wall. "Im going to move my hand, but you have to promise me you wont scream." I nod my head.
My mouth finally gasps for air, the lights slowly coming to reveal the figure. "Wh-" His light hair reaches just past his ears, tightly held back by a thick black band. His eyes search my face, I look back at him.
"Louis, you don't remember me?" He looks slightly offended yet I cant remember him. "Eleanor? You came to my mothers house with Zayn? Searching for Harry?" My heart aches at the sound of his name, Harry. The way it rolls of his tongue, the way I feel my body relax and the way I need to finally feel his touch. "Look, we have a space of three minutes to get the hell out of here before Ava comes searching." Do I want to go? I mean, this is the first time i've felt so at home, i've felt welcomed by Des, he's trying to protect me and the last thing I want is to chuck it back in the mans face. Where the hell would we go? They'd search for us where ever we go, we'd always be on the run. That's not something I want. Its not something I need, Harry he's troubled, im troubled. We'd be going round in circles, and it'll never end unless we stay away from eachother.
