chapter thirty-five

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Delilah's P.O.V.

The inside of the building was clouded with billows of smoke and the only light came from the pink signs lined along the walls. It was like I'd just stepped into a scene from an action movie.

Sexual music was playing loudly in my ears as girls as young as me spun on poles centered in the middle of the room. They were wearing only underwear, some less. I turned my head away in politeness.

"Why is Harry's aunt working here?" I asked quietly.

"Just keep quiet and stay close to me," Louis watched our surroundings like a hawk and kept a strong hold on my wrist. "Too many creeps here for a decent girl like you."

I frowned but kept my head down. There was lots of giggling and quiet murmures, but I tried hard not to listen too closely.

We came to a stop in front of a doorway blocked with hot pink beads. Louis pushed them to the side and urged me to go through. This room was even cloudier and smelt musky, there wasn't any light except for a candle lit on what appeared to be a bed side table. Beside it was a bed, where a woman layed with a man doing things I had hoped to never see in real life.

"Miranda," Louis called out nervously. There was a high pitched squeak and the woman sprung up from the bed, tuffs of blonde hair covering her face.

"Is that you, Lou?" she asked faintly, the man reaching for her legs from the bed.

"Yeah, it's me."

"Oh honey, how have you been?" she speaks in a voice that sounds a lot like Anne's. The woman throws her arms around Louis, but he doesn't return the gesture.

"I have a favour to ask," Louis gets straight to the point.

"Of course! Anything for my nephew's dearest friend." She leaned down and whispered into the man's ear, who left straigt after. She sat down on the bed and threw her hair over her shoulder. From what the candle showed, she appeared quite young, late 20's, early 30's at most.

For some reason I had imagined a saggy old woman with white strands of hair and a big mole protruding from her top lip. Instead she had shiny blond hair and quite youthful skin, she resembled Anne alot, besides the fact that she was only wearing black panties and a bra.

"What can I do for you, Sugar? Got a new girl for me?" she grinned and peeked at me.

"No where near it," he grumbled. "This is Harry's girl."

Miranda's jaw dropped. "Oh my god," her eyes began to water. "Does Harry know she's here?"

"I doubt Harry even knows where he is," Louis admitted. "It looks like Charlie and his boys found him."

"No," she gasped.

"We're gonna need your help to find him, I know you have reliable sources."

"What do you want me to do? I'll help in any way I can," Miranda pulled a phone from the bed side table drawer and began tapping away at the screen.

"At the very least I need you to find out his location," Louis began. "And also, I'm gonna need a hand getting him out of wherever he is."

"Alright, on it," she nodded.

She put the phone into her bra and stood from the bed, coming to a stop in front of me.

"Oh you are gorgeous," she smiled sadly. "I'm so glad Harry has someone as beautiful as you by his side."

"Thank you," I blushed. "You're far more beautiful than me."

Miranda threw her head back and laughed, it was a very pretty sound. "Sweetie, I'm just an old hag. There's no need to try and compliment me."

"No really, you look great," I praised, making her laugh harder.

"Okay, moving on," Louis rolled his eyes. "Serious matter here."

"Right, sorry," Miranda giggled. "It's wonderful to meet you..."

"Delilah," I said, realising I hadn't even introduced myself.

"Oh what a lovely name," she sighed. "Just like the song. Anyways, I better go see what I can do about this, I'll contact you when I've worked something out," she said seriously to Louis.

"It was nice meeting you, Delilah," she chimed before leaving the room.

"Now what do we do?" I asked curiously.

"Now, we go back to my place since I'm sure you don't want to stay at your apartment by yourself," he guessed. I nodded in agreement.

"And then what?" I continued.

"Then, we wait."

(a/n: hey hey guys! Sorry this took over a week. Was being lazy, as usual. :P Ya'll should check out a story called 'Friends, Lovers, Liars' by love_my_boys_  . I started reading it a few days ago and I think it's pretty fabulous. :D This chapter was pretty crappy but eh, luv mi haha. See ya next update! :) ♥♥)

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