In which a former gang member finds solace in a woman who might just be as much of a Nowhere Woman as much as he...a Nowhere Man.
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The petite hand of a woman lightly traces along the red velvet of a blanket laced upon an unconscious body. Her soft voice sings an original as she eyes the love of her life lied in a bed struggling to fight for his life.
"Ah ah ah ah..Cacciatore. La da da da da..." the Italian words dance through the air to reach the ear of Liam Payne as his chest rises and falls gently. Dreams of the woman sat beside him flit through his mind.
Her soft brown eyes trail over his pale face. Gazing at the growing scruff on his face and his rough lips that are in dire need to be rescued by his lovers kiss.
She leans forward, carefully running her manicured nail down the side of his face, her gorgeous brown eyes glimmering with tears as she sings to calm her love. Ensuring no bad dreams enter the vision behind his closed eyelids. "I've been waiting for you all this time. I adore you, can't you see?" She whispers the last part. Feeling the growing anger in her chest as she looks down at the man who once walked strong and powerful-now laying weak in the bed of the private hospital room that they now accomodate.
She wipes under her eyes, pushing any light brunette hair out of her face as she swallows thickly.
Oh how Elizabeth Crawford would love to seek revenge on the man who did this to him but with Zayn Malik's reassurance, she knows Spite will handle it. The best she can do in this situation is care for her love in the confines of a hospital.
"I love you, Liam." She murmurs. All anger dispersing and replacing with heartache. Making her clutch her chest as she looks down at her unresponsive soulmate. Hating the fact that he can't even whisper those three little words back.
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"So I can stay at yours?" The voice of Harry Styles travels through the line of Mitch Rowland's home phone.
"Yeah...but make sure no one follows you." Mitch's deep American accent speaks back. The sound waves reaching Harry's ear on the other side and he curtly nods whilst stood in a telephone box.
"Great. See you then.." Harry smacks the phone back onto the hook. Hand coming up to push at his soaking wet hair thanks to the heavy rain pouring down around him. He squints out into the darkness ahead of him. Rain pelting down hard as a cloud of misty fog sits in a colourful hue above the ground thanks to a neon sign casting down on the street.
Breathing a sharp intake of air into his lungs, he prepares himself to run towards his car that would surely be flooded at this point.
