Allergic to Roses

Runaway Baby

Not all who wander are lost.

I don't think London was recognized enough for it's beauty. I mean, people definitely recognized Paris'  beauty, even though I've never seen it with my own eyes, but between taking French for five years and having over-obsessed best friends, I could tell that it was definitely worth seeing one day.

But London was too.

The London Eye was basically just scratching the surface, you'd have to visit the small Jazz bars or record shops to actually see, that London was fucking awesome.

I was sitting on a park bench some where looking over some nameless fountain, when I decided to turn my phone on and let someone know that I was fine, because it was getting dark and I left when the sun was high in the sky.

74 New Messages & 23 Missed Calls was what the screen read as I turned it on, the constant vibrating probably going to permanently damage the nervous system in my hands. I groaned when I noticed that the bulk of them were from Axel, with Ainsley and Jordan splitting up the majority of the rest. There were a few stray messages from Duncan and Wesley, but barely any.

I dialed Ainsley's number and waited patiently for her to pick up. "Arlee? Oh God, Harley fucking Masken if you do that to me again I'll rip out your spleen and feed it to you whi-"

"Ainsley?" I croaked, my voice raw from all the crying I had been doing lately. My tears literally came in an endless supply of water and sorrow, and I was pissed at myself for crying so much, like a hormonal teenage girl during The Notebook.

She sensed something was wrong because she stopped her rant and didn't say anything for a few seconds, "Wesley told us what happened."

"Yeah." I laughed bitterly and scoffed a little.

"I'm sorry," she told me quietly. "Maybe you guys can work this out."

"I'm sorry too," I told her, my voice small. I didn't even try to acknowledge her second statement, too tired to give myself false hope. I knew things between us weren't ever going to be the same, and I highly doubted that we were strong enough to work through it.

"Where are you? We've been looking for hours, we even checked the London Eye," she questioned, the big sister tone springing back into her voice.

I swallowed the large ball that seemed to be stuck in my throat since the Wesley encounter and looked around. "Oh, so now you decide to learn what it's called? I don't actually know, though, I'm sitting by a random fountain somewhere."

She sighed heavily on the other line, and my phone suddenly beeped. I pulled it away from my ear and my eyes widened when I saw it said 10% battery remaining. How the hell did it run out so fast if its been off this whole time? I groaned and brought it back up to my ear to hear Ainsley asking me about my surroundings.

There was the fountain in front of me, with little turtles etched into the stonework, and a couple various shops around. "There's a karaoke bar," I told her, the only useful landmark I saw.

I couldn't even see the London Eye anymore, not even in the distance, so I knew that I'd gone pretty far.

"Axel wants to know if it's called The Karaoke Bar," Ainsley asked.

I scrunched up my face in confusion. Why the hell would Axel want to know. "Is he there with you?" I asked instead.

I could practically feel Ainsley shrug innocently, "maybe I might have called him after Wesley and you had your big showdown."

I groaned loudly, "Ainsley!"

"What? He's your boyfriend, Harley, he was worried!"