The Painter | L.T [A.U]

Twenty-Seven

~Louis~

Mel was asleep in the back seat, and Noah was looking out the window. We have been driving for a while now, about five hours. It was dark, and I wasn't used to driving late at night.

"So are we going to Doncaster?" Noah asked, with tiredness in his voice.

"I don't know. It would be nice but I don't want to cause a lot of trouble for Mel. Wait I just remembered I have a friend that lives in Las Vegas. We can drive there, he will welcome us. I think he's moving back to his homeland for college," I said.

•

After such a long drive-well to me it was long-, we were in San Bernardino. We stayed at a hotel for the night, we all shared a room.

Mel and I shared a bed. Noah was already snoring, loudly.

"What if this doesn't work out?" Mel quietly asked, burying her head into my neck.

"It will. I'm sure," I assured her.

~Harry~

"Dad, can I talk to you?" My dad looked up from the newspaper he was holding.

"What would you like?" he asked.

"Can you give me some money?"

"How much?" he asked getting his wallet out from his back pocket. He opened it up, waiting for me to answer. I responded with,"Three thousand."

"Why the hell do you need all that money?" he asked closing his wallet.

"I'm going on a trip."

"Trip? Dammit Harry you just graduated! You need to start settling down!"

"It's important!"

"I don't believe you," he laughed.

"I'm trying to find Melissa! Louis and Melissa escaped together!" I yelled and his face became firm.

"You really love her?"

'No,' I wanted to say.

"Yes," I said and heard a gasp behind me. I turned around to find Ella standing there. She slowly walked away. Fuck. It hurt. I wanted El. Not Melissa. I wanted to marry El. I wanted to make my own family with her.

My dad asked me to explain the whole situation, and I did. "You need to marry her," he said and gave me some of the money from his safe. More than I asked for.

Once everyone was asleep, I snuck downstairs. I grabbed a cup of water and drank it quickly before walking outside. I was in pajamas, and I wasn't wearing shoes. I pulled my hair into a pony tail and after about seven minutes, I was at the employee home.

It was an average sized house. We own it, but our employees live there. Including Ella.

I knocked on the door, loudly. There wasn't any balcony, anything similar that I could use to get her attention.

The door opened and there stood a sleepy women. Ella's mother.

"Hello, is something going on?" she yawned.

"I'm sorry for waking you up," I apologized. She yawned, again. "I wanted to see Ella," I added.

"Why would you wanna see her?" she asked. She doesn't know about us. "I.... I need to ask her something."

"Does your father need help? If yes, I should go. Not her. Shes not feeling well."

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I'm not sure. She hasn't left her room since she came back from your house," she sighed.

"Can I see her?" I asked. She's upset. I know she is. Its my fucking fault.

"Sure," she said. She told me where her room was located, but I already knew.

I knocked on her door. I assumed she was asleep, so I just walked in. The lights were out and she was in bed. I walked over to her and looked at her beautiful face. Her face had tear stains.

I brushed her hair back and pecked her on the lips, slowly, and softly. She let out a soft moan, turning to her other side.

I crawled on her bed, and laid down next to her. I hugged her and enjoyed her company. I don't know what happened, but she jumped up, pushing me away.

"What're you doing here?!" she whisper-yelled.

"Your mum knows I'm here. I wanted go talk to you," I mumbled.

"Don't you have someone to look for?" She snapped.

"Babe, you know I don't want-"

"Don't call me babe. We are nothing and we never were," she quietly said looking down.

"I love you so much." She looked up and she was ready to cry.

"Please don't cry-"

"How am I not supposed to," she sobbed,"I thought you loved me!"

"I do!"

"It doesn't seem like it. All you care about is what your parents think of you. You know I have feelings too, right?" She said getting up and she looked out the window.

I got up and followed her. I wrapped my hands around her waist.

"We can still be together," I said.

"No. If we are, it has to be done in the right way," she said shoving me away and I stumbled back.

"Ella," I pleaded. My eyes were watering and I just wanted to hug her. I wanted to be able to smell her scent of fruits.

"Get out," she pleaded.

"But-"

"Get out!" she screamed, running over to me and she smacked my chest so many times as she cried. She stopped and all I could do was leave.

•

I called Melissa a few times as I ate breakfast. After multiple rings, she finally picked up.

"Please stop calling me," she said.

"No. I know what you're trying to do! I had our future planned!"

"Harry.... sorry," she said before the line went dead.

I made sure all of my stuff was in my car, and I grabbed all the money my dad had given me, and left.

~Louis~

"Where should we go next?" I asked.

"Where does your friend live?" Noah asked taking a bite of his burger.

"Las Vegas. I haven't seen him in a while, but I know where he lives."

"We should leave now," Mel sighed.

Mel was really worried as we drove to Las Vegas. She said Jenna had called her to warn that Harry was after us.

I don't think he'll find us.

•

There was a lot of traffic at Vegas. It was insane. The lights were bright, and many people went in and out of bars and casinos.

I arrived at the decent sized house that we were supposed to be at.

"Did you tell him we were coming?" Mel asked. I placed my hand on her knee as I parked.

"No," I sighed. "But he'll welcome us, he's a nice lad," I nodded.

Noah helped me with the stuff and they followed me to the door. I rang the doorbell and a few moments later, it opened.

"Louis? What brought you here?" Liam asked.

"Can we come inside?" I asked. He nodded and moved to the side, making room for us to walk in.

(A/N) Liam's here woohoo!

This story will have action in it I guess. I'm not sure...

ily xx