No Time

Chapter 14

Five days later I had nearly all of my things packed for London, I decided since we were going to be staying so long I might as well pack practically my entire wardrobe, excluding my multiple ball gowns that had a special place in my closet reserved for them.

I was in the midsts of going through my toiletries and deciding what I needed to bring when I heard someone curse right outside of the window. I quickly whipped my head around and managed to catch sight of a pair of eyes looking at me in panic.

Instead of taking the time to scream, I immediately ran out of the bathroom to the closest door leading to the outside so I could lock it, as soon as I finished turning the lock Dylan appeared in front of the door and started banging on it, insisting I let him in.

This time I screamed.

I ran as fast as I could to the front door and locked that one too before pulling out my phone and calling the first person that came to mind.

"This better be-"

"Jasper!" I exclaimed, letting out a sigh of relief when he picked up the phone.

"What do you want Clara?" he sighed and I could almost see him rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"Do you remember that creepy guy from the airport?" I asked. Letting out a scream when I heard Dylan trying to force himself into my house yet again.

"Yes, but what does that have to anything? Are you okay? Why are you screaming?" he questioned.

"Well, you see he's kind of at my h-house and currently banging on my doors trying to force his way in," I explained trying to keep my voice steady.

"I'll be right over," he assured me. "Lock yourself in the closet."

I locked myself in the closet exactly like he said, and after another fifteen minutes of pure torture I heard another series of knocks on the door, followed by the jingleing of a door before the closet opened. Only instead of seeing David, I was greeted with the sight of a soaking wet Jasper who I immediately rushed over to.

Much to the surprise of both of us I immediately launched myself onto him and started crying onto his shoulder.

Instead of pushing me away, which I'm certain he would have done on any other occasion he actually pulled me closer and lifted me up so that my legs were wrapped around his torso.

"Thank you," I mumbled into his shoulder.

"It's not a problem, now lets get you out of here," he replied kindly.

"W-where are we going?" I asked.

"My place, I'm not going to let you stay here when there's still a chance he might still be outside," he explained.

"My clothes?" I questioned.

"I'll send someone to come get them," he said before walking out of the house and locking the door behind him.

I didn't get to see what kind of car he drove over here because I was too busy looking for any signs of Dylan, and flinched every time I heard a bush move, but as soon as Jasper placed me in the passengers seat I felt instantly relieved.

"Do you, umm, wanna talk about it?" he asked timidly.

"I think I would prefer not to for now," I replied. "Thank you though."

After approximately fifteen minuets of driving we reached his apartment building which I vaguely remembered from the time I spent the night after the Gala.

"Do you need help out of the car?" Jasper asked bringing me back to reality.

"No I'm fine," I mumbled getting out and following him to a private elevator that led to the penthouse.

"You're still in your work clothes," I observed once we were safely in his penthouse.

"I only left the office because you called me," he stated, gently leading me over to the couch.

"You do realize I called you at ten right?" I questioned, letting my eyes follow him as he walked over to the kitchen.

He didn't answer for a while, but soon came back from the kitchen with a cup of tea and a reply.

"One of my employees screwed something up in accounting, so I had to stay back and fix it," he explained as he handed me the cup of tea.

"Oh, well why didn't you have someone help you?" I asked as he sat next to me on the couch.

"When mistakes like these are made the only person I can trust to fix them is myself."

Soon after this statement he pulled out his laptop and began to type. While I scooted closer to him so I could look over his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" he asked, keeping his eyes glued to the screen.

"Making sure you're only going to work on the accounting problem, and I'm no genius but that is not accounting," I said smugly.

He let out a sigh and closed his laptop before turing his body so he was facing me.

"Why are you so against the idea of me working late?"

"Because, I don't want you to stress yourself out, I know first hand what the consicuences are and trust me, you do not want to find out what they are," I chuckled lightly.

"What do you mean you know first hand what the consicuences are?" he pried.

I sucked in a deep breath.

"Can you keep a secret?" I asked. "I can't have this getting out to the media."

"Of course," he assured me.

I took in another deep breath.

"I have insomnia, I stay awake for days on end because I just can't fall asleep, the only time I've been able to sleep is when I'm physically exhausted. I've been like this since I started school, I've always wanted to be an actress and I was scared if I waited to long I would miss my chance, but my parents wouldn't let me pursue that career until I was finished with school, so I stayed up late every night and stressed myself out so that I would be able to go to college early."

"But you didn't seem that tired when you fell asleep in my office, or on the couch in Tokyo," he said, a confused expression on his face.

"I'm usually pretty good a hiding it, in both those instances I had gone about three days without sleep, maybe more, I knew I was gonna have to sleep both those nights, but the rhythm of your typing put me to sleep without my even realizing it," I shrugged.

"So what you're saying, is that if I typed long enough right now you would fall asleep?" he questioned

"I'm not sure, for one thing I've only fallen asleep to your typing when I've been up for about three days, and secondly despite the fact I've been up for three already, after that scare with Dylan there's no possible way I could  go to sleep now," I corrected.

"Well, then it looks like i'll just have to stay up with you then," he smirked.

"No, you should get some sleep, I'll be able to keep myself entertained," I assured him.

"Nope, I insist, you're my guest and I won't be able to sleep well if I know you're here unable to sleep," he said lifting himself off the couch. "Let me just go change into something more comfortable."

"Well if you insist on staying up with me at least bring back a blanket!" I called after him as he exited the room.