Puppy Dog Eyes

Hotel Hideout

HARRY
       

     With the money I took, I should be able to hide in a hotel for a while until I can make up my mind.

I hurriedly brought sunglasses to cover my eyes, so no one could tell it was me.

I walked in the lobby of Hotel 45' and grew more anxious and paranoid.

The lady at the front desk looked like she could give less than a crap, easing my uneasiness.

I tapped the desk softly, which caught the lady's attention form her People magazine.

In all honesty, I didn't know where I was. I mean I know I'm still Cheshire, but not exactly where.

"Room for one please," I asked politely.

The lady putting her hand out for the money, "25 only in cash." Her red hair looked more dry in the statically light.

I placed the money in her hand and left with my backpack to room 28. The hotel was crappy but it was all I could afford for now.

I opened the door to the basic room with one queen sized bed in the middle and thanked the heavens it was actually clean.

My mind ran back to Louis. Of course.

I wanted him to come find me but that makes my actions stupid.

I also wanted him to never see me or touch me ever again.

After all this crap I've been through, you would think I would go running back to my family and police.

But I realized how cold my family ever was.

My dad was apart of infiltration of drugs and my mother did nothing to stop him. She went along with it even though she had a son to look out for.

They never really cared.

I remember my mother's voice on the phone and how it sounded so close yet far away.

Was it always that way?

I have only little things and time before I make my decision.

No phone, little amount of clothing, and a backpack with minimal snacks and hair/body wash. Hopefully they gave free breakfast in the morning but I doubt it.

I took my sunglasses off and took a hot shower.

Stepping in, I hope I could could find my  answer.

LOUIS

I heard banging on the door. It wouldn't stop, making Curly scared and hiding further into the duvet of my bed.

"Open up!"

What the fuck?

"We are here for the arrest of Louis Tomlinson for the charge of the assault of a minor, and kidnap. We have a warrant to search the premises!"

Oh shit fuck.
Oh shit fuck.

Fuck.

I ran to the door and opened it to find the FBI and the police tackling me down, "You are under arrest...."

Their voices were drowned out when I heard Harry from the doorway. He looks the same as when he left. He cried out, "He raped me!"

He kept crying, his walking got harder to hide from, "He took my innocence. He took me away!"

"Kill him!"

I started to cry, struggling with the police, "No Harry. Stop lying please!" I screamed as I was tased down to my knees.

"You have the right to..."

Harry intervened  with cold green eyes, "I want him dead."

"Harry, I love you! Don't do this!" I said, as Harry pulled a gun secretly out of his bag.

He pointed the gun at my head and the authorities did nothing but stare.

Harry whispered, "You should've left me alone, you sick bastard."

He pulled the trigger. Bang!

I shot up from my bed and hyperventilating. Curly was sound asleep as the moon hit her furry back.

I stared at nothing.

I couldn't sleep for days and now that I can, I have the worst possible nightmare.

God, I feel sick. And I am.

And I'm sorry Harry.

But I love you.

I love you so much.

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It's going to get better.. (Harry's voice) or will it??!?!