Rough Waters (Sequel to Falling Hard)

Rough Waters - Chapter 2

Chatper 2

C’mon, c’mon, just let go! Ashley thought whilst chipping away at the lose brick beneath her bed with a metal spoon. Ashley grunted in frustration after five minutes of absolutely nothing happening.

“Parker,” A guard shouted at Ashley as she was kneeling on the floor. “What exactly are you doing on the floor at this time of night? Get back in bed!”

Ashley mumbled an apology before hiding the spoon and flopping back on the metal bed with the thin mattress. The guard smiled wickedly. “Thank you, Parker,” he said before moving on to the next holding cell.

Before Ashley knew it, she had fallen asleep.

            “No, mom, stop! Five more minutes,” Ashley mutters while flipping over, still half asleep.

            The guard rolls his eyes. “Parker, IT’S NOT YOUR MOTHER! NOW UP! Breakfast is in the main terminal today,” he says. Ashley shoots straight up, fright in her eyes. “Yes, main terminal with the women. Come on, Parker. They’re waiting for you.”

            “But – but why can’t I eat in h – here like I have since I got here?” Ashley stutters out, still scared as hell. These are women, not teenagers like her. What are they going to do to her?

            “Because,” the guard starts, “the official has ordered I not bring you your food anymore.” The guard sighs. “Now, let’s go before the women decide to rip your head off.”

            That’s it, Ashley thought as she walked out of the open cell with the guard. That is the final straw. Katelyn, I’m escaping for my sake and your revenge.

Harry walked into the limo to be greeted by the secretive whispers come to a halt. They were clearly talking about him. Harry huffed inside, slumping down in his normal spot next to Louis.

            The boys all stared at him. “Excuse me,” Harry said bitterly. “I’m not a circus freak. You can stop staring at me.” Everyone except Harry immediately looked away, blushing widely.

            The limo was fancy, with black leather seats, tinted windows, a side bar, radio access from everywhere, speakers blaring their favourite station. Liam and Niall sat along the side, whispering to each other. Zayn sat opposite Louis and Harry, sitting quietly, undisturbed by the fact that Harry was actually rude to them for once.

            Louis slung a brotherly arm over Harry’s shoulder. “You okay, Harry?”

            “Fine, but I don’t need you guys staring at me like I’m going to break the next time someone looks at me,” Harry replies, softening his voice because it was Louis, and he could never do anything to hurt his Boo Bear.

            Harry flicks his gaze out the window as the flashy city of Las Vegas shoots by. It was too over the top for any of the boys’ taste, but Harry couldn’t help but think how beautiful the whole city was at night. The casino and hotel signs light up the whole skyline, like an early sunrise, the car and their headlights coming towards them at unimaginable speeds on the freeway; it was just breathtaking.

            “Harry?” Louis asks, rather worriedly.

            Harry shakes his head and turns to face his best friend. “I’m so sorry, Lou! I zoned out. What did you say?” Harry smiles weakly, trying to pull his best friend away from worrying about him. It wasn’t working.

            Louis just shook his head, and mumbled, “We should take you to a doctor. You still look green. That’s not good!” Harry’s eyes get wide. With Harry shaking his head vigorously, Louis sighs dramatically. “Harry, c’mon! What if something serious is going on and we haven’t caught it in time?”