Louis' POV
I turn around and walk to my office where my phone is, I can't fucking believe this how the hell did she get out? I'll have to put in a complaint about there security because there obviously is an issue there. Thank god Ella isn't here, I can't imagine would could of happened if she was. I should of shut the door on her but I don't doubt she would kill herself outside my door and the thought of having to clear that shit up isn't pleasant nor would having the police round here days in and days out. I'll just get someone to fucking pick her up and get her out my house.
"Stand there" I point to the corner of the room.
I grab my phone and find the number for the unit she's staying at, I make sure I don't take my eyes off her. I don't trust her at all.
"Hi. I have one of your mental fuck ups in My house." I watch as she flinches at my name for her "I'd appreciate if you can come and collect her as soon as possible" I hear the panic in the mans voice as he realises that one of his patients have escaped, Good I hope he gets fired for this.
He assures me the police and the mental health team are on there way to my house. I hand over my address and put the phone down.
"Follow me" I walk out of the room and to the kitchen I make another coffee although I could have something a lot fucking stronger. This whole situation is making me nervous with her around. She doesn't speak and just stands watching me while I make my coffee.
"Could I have a glass of water? I've not had a drink for a couple of hours" she whispers.
I stare at her and frown, I'm not a monster and it's a glass of water. I quickly grab a glass and fill it up from the tap. I walk over to her and hold out the glass watching as she slowly take it keeping her head down.
"Thank you" she mutters. She drinks the whole glass and hands it back to me.
"How is Emily?" She whispers.
I snap my head round and push her against the wall.
"It's Ella and don't ever mention her again" I sneer. How dare she speak of her.
I feel her shake under my forceful touch.
"I'm- I'm sorry" she stammers. "I mean I'm sorry for everything I done. I know I've ruined her life and many others for that matter I just-"
"Shut the fuck up! Don't fucking talk" I shout. I walk back to the sink and place the glass down and turn to have her picking my coffee up to have a sip. I hear my phone ringing from the office and put my cup back down.
"Don't fucking move" I point at her as I quickly leave the room to walk down the wall way to my office.
Leah's POV
He brushes past me quickly, I have a matter of a minute before he's back in this room. I run over to his coffee which he thankfully left and pull out the small clear pouch and empty the crushed up tablets and quickly stirring it before I hear his footsteps coming down the hallway I run back to my corner stuffing the clear bag in my pocket.
Louis walks in and stands in front of me eyeing me up and down, obviously making sure I haven't moved. I keep my head down and don't give anything away. He hear him huff and walk over to his coffee, he takes a sip while keeping eye contact. I can't help but watch as he drinks the drink.
"What?" He snaps.
"No-nothing I- I was just thinking I wish this was all different" I fumble with my hands.
"It isn't, it never will be. Let's just get you back to your padded cell quickly and hope they keep a fucking eye on you from now on" he slams his coffee down on the table and sits down.
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The man on the end of the line // L.T
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