Drugged // h.s. [complete]

Thirteen

It felt like a dream. I couldn't possibly be here could I. I couldn't possibly be home.

London's beautiful streets whizzed past the car window. There was pure silence, Bill obviously understood that I didn't really want to talk right now.

I was anticipating when I finally saw a familiar face. Anyone but that god damned sociopath blonde would be good.

“Bill?”I said, focusing my attention back on the front of the car where Bill was seated.

“Yeah?”he asked.

“Thank you so much for driving me back home.”There was a legitimate smile on my face. “I would've died out there, that's for sure.”

“Oh, it was no problem honestly. It's good to help out every now and then and it was definitely worth the company. You get kind of lonely in the car by yourself for hours on end.”he said, laughing. I could tell he was a jolly spirit, just by spending a few hours with him.

I decided to leave it at that and returned to looking out the window. Where do I go? Do I go home? Do I go to the police station? Do I call somebody?

“Hey Bill, can I borrow your phone?”I asked.

“Sure.”He said, shuffling around in the drivers seat, trying to find his phone. It took a while, it's surprising hw many pockets he has in that jacket of his.

I took the phone out of his hand and muttered a 'thanks' before I typed in a familiar number.

I put the phone to my ear and listened to the rings before the person answered.

“Domino's pizza, how may I help you?”I laughed. Let's just say it was good to hear his voice again. It was such a shame that it held so much misery, no matter how much he didn't want to make it show.

“Lou?”I said, in reassurance that it was him. Although I wouldn't be able to mistake his voice amongst hundreds of others. Spending a lot of time with your best friends does that to you.

“This is he. Now what do you want? There's reruns of Modern Family on the telly. American shows are hilarious.”he said, sounding better, but still not the Louis Tomlinson I know.

“Don't you know who this is?”I thought I'd be all mysterious about it. It's something we always do, joke around on the phone.

“Well I thought you were...”he paused for a second and when he started talking again he sounded a lot more miserable. “Never mind. Just tell me who this is and what you want.”All the joking was out and he left the door wide open for seriousness.

“Oh for god's sake. It's Harry you idiot.”I mini-shouted into the microphone so as not to disturb Bill's driving.

“It can't be. Oh god, please tell me that is you Harry. Oh, um, what's my worst secret?”he asked, his mood lightened but filled with uncertainty.