I'm in Love With a Criminal // H.E.S

Chapter 71:

I threw my door key onto the coffee table, plopping down onto the sofa afterwards. The smile on my face hadn't altered, not even in the slightest.

After twelve agonisingly long weeks, I finally got to see him. The love of my life, the father of my baby. He hadn't changed a single bit, he was still as gorgeous as he was when I last saw him.

My hand made its way to my small bump. rubbing gently. "That was Daddy, baby." I whispered, closing my eyes and resting my head against the back of the sofa.

I let out a long sigh, the only sound the fill this silent house. Yes, I was most definitely lonely. I had no one. However, I was back in London and Harry was transferred to HM Prison Belmarsh. The highest security prison in the United Kingdom.

He was never going to escape from there again, as much as he promised. Security have gotten better, guards have gotten stronger. He didn't stand a chance.

I pulled myself up and made my way to the kitchen, craving anything to fill me up. I clicked my tongue as I searched through the half empty cabinets, sighing again when nothing suited my appetite.

"I guess we'll be having takeout tonight, little one."

I felt as if I was going crazy, just talking to myself all day. My baby couldn't respond, obviously. Loneliness really is the worst thing.

My eyes darted to the clock, it was currently 6:27pm. I nodded in satisfaction and grabbed my coat again, ready to leave to get tea.

Just as my hand was about to grab the door handle, the phone rang. I furrowed my eyebrows and walked towards the landline by the television, inspecting the number.

Out of Area.

"Hmm."

I answered and pressed the phone to my ear, curious about who was calling. I never got phone calls unless they were from agencies trying to sell me electric and gas.

"Hello?" I asked quietly.

There was a long pause, before the stranger on the other end decided to speak up.

"Is that Melanie?" A deep voice asked.

"Who's calling?" I replied.

The line went dead.

My heart thumped in my ears and I quickly put the phone back on the hook, well that was creepy. It was probably a prank call, or just someone calling the wrong number... looking for another Melanie.

I shook the incident from my head and walked outside, locking the door behind me. It was still light outside, it will be until about 8:00pm. The perks of summer.

My feet carried me around the corner to the Chinese Takeaway, it was only a five minute walk from my house.

The bell chimed as I walked in, I was greeted by smiling faces behind the counter. I walked up to them and placed my order, paying and then sitting on the waiting seats.

I pulled out my mobile and began to scroll through my social media, ignoring the door chime going off again. It wasn't long before my fingers tapped away to my photo album, searching for a picture of Harry.

The only pictures I had of him, were his prison mugshots. He still looked like an angel in them, I just wish I had more of him, more of us together.

I felt somebody sit next to me, but I ignored it, me being unsociable like always. It wasn't until I smelt the cologne, showing that this was a man.

That cologne, I recognise it.

I bit the inside of my lip and looked up, searching for the man's face. My heart stopped once I saw the spiked up brown hair and his large brown eyes staring back at my wide ones.

My mouth fell ajar as I stared at him in front of me, how is this possible? A small smirk came to his face and he dropped his right eye down into a wink, making me speechless.

I immediately got up and paced to the door, opening it and walking out.

"Miss, your order is nearly ready!" I heard one the counter staff shout behind me. I ignored them. I didn't care that I've wasted five pounds, all I care about is getting away from the man that was sat beside me.

My pace walking soon turned into a jog back to my house, my hand firmly rested below my bump as I ran. I fumbled in my pocket for the key, getting ready to get inside.

I stopped outside of my front door and pulled out the silver object, struggling to shove it in the keyhole with my shaking hands.

"Do you need a hand, Princess?" His voice made my blood run cold.

Tears formed in my eyes and I quickly turned the lock, falling inside and slamming the door shut. I let out a small cry as I kept both of my hands pressed firmly to the door to keep it shut.

I quickly put the door chain on and locked it back up behind me, pressing my forehead to the wood. Tears cascaded down my face as I slid down the door, landing on my bottom with my knees pulled to my chest.

Why is he back? Why now?

"Princess, open the door." He demanded quietly, his voice holding authority like it always used to.

I shook my head rapidly and covered my ears, squeezing my eyes shut to try and block him out.

"Go away!" I screamed.

I choked back a sob and stood back up, running to the windows. Making sure they were all locked, pulling the curtains closed on every one.

My vision was blurry as I jogged to the back door, grabbing the key off the shelf beside it. I wiped my eyes and shoved the key in the keyhole.

Just as I was about to turn it, the door slammed open and knocked me back slightly. I screamed and pushed it back to stop him from entering, using all of my strength.

"Please, please go away!" I cried loudly.

"Come on, don't be like that. It's only me."

I shook my head again and pushed harder, not being able to fully close it due to his strength on the other side.

Before I knew it, he slammed it open again, this time I fell to the floor with a thud. I cried hard and looked up at him, watching him enter and lock the door behind him.

"Did you miss me, Princess?"