My hands tightly gripped the sink, leaning my weight on it as I tried to control my breathing. I raised my head up to the mirror attempting to calm myself down. I couldn’t believe how forward Harry’s actions were. It’s like he didn’t care if anyone saw. I patted my pockets to check for my phone.
“Shoot.”
I had left it in my bag, at the table, with Harry. My heart sunk at the realisation that I had no one to contact. I shook my head and sighed heavily.
“I can’t do this.” I spoke to myself.
I glanced up at my reflection in the mirror again; I don’t think I had ever been more scared. Frantically I paced up and down in the empty toilet, trying to figure out my options. I could either go back in and face Harry or I could make a break for it. My eyes darted over to the window and I quickly opted for option two.
My hands yanked the window open, I was about to climb on to the sill when the door creaked open. To my relief I spun round to see the waiter that had served us.
“Are you Louis?” He asked.
I nodded my head and waited for him to continue.
“The guy you’re with asked me to check on you.”
“Oh god.”
He walked closer to me, catching my hand and pulling me to the side.
“W-where is he?”
“He’s waiting outside the door.” He whispered worriedly.
My eyes widened at what he told me. His head turned to the open window and then back to me. He obviously knew what I had been attempting before he arrived.
“Go.” He nudged me towards the escape. “I’ll tell him you weren’t in here.”
“Thank you.” I smiled.
I caught hold of the window sill, pulling myself up. I glanced back to see her exit the toilet.
“What!” I heard a low voice shout on the other side of the door.
“Crap.”
I sat with my legs hanging out the window. But just before I jumped down the short distance to the floor outside, the toilet door swung open. Harry’s dark eyes locked with mine. His angry gaze quickly changed into grin and I realised this was fun for him. A chase.
I ran as fast as I could along the promenade, the air cooler than when we had first arrived. I quickly passed the entrance to the restaurant, hoping I could gain as much distance as possible. I glanced back to see Harry hot on my heels.
“Louis!”
I refused to give up, I had to get away from him. My legs began to ache as I forced myself harder. The air I was drawing in, not being able to satisfy my need. I was gasping for breath as I rounded a corner, still on the path that ran alongside the water. I began to panic when I realised the path was quickly coming to an end. My head darted one way then the other, desperately searching for a way out. I skidded to a stop, turning round to find Harry slowing down. He smirked at me as he strolled closer, knowing I had nowhere left to run. I took a few steps back only to hit the railing. Both of our breathing was forced out in heavy puffs.
“Where’d you think you’re going, Love?”
He continued towards me as I moved slightly to the left, thinking I might be able to get past him and run the other way. Harry was only a few metres from me when my back pressed up to a gate that led to a straight drop down to the water. I pressed harder into the barrier, urgently trying to increase the space between us.
