The One and Only

C h a p t e r 10

It's Friday. I have officially been here with Harry, in the house for a week. So far we have screamed and argued on repeat like clock-work. Over the one thing he chooses to ignore: I don't want to be with him. Sometimes it's hard to leave the people you love most because they hurt you the most but going back to them is going back to the pain they made you feel at least that's what my mum used to say. How I have managed not to strangle him is beyond me but to be honest I wouldn't of made it out alive in the first place.

I lie in bed pondering of thoughts and ideas to escape as I have for the past few days. Truly I should of stayed downstairs with Harry and the boys as it was more entertaining to see them take the piss out of each other. However, I managed to convince to Harry to allow me to go to bed after fake yawning repeatedly.

I notice a light from the window shine bright and I slowly creep out of the bed to look out. Harry and Niall are sat outside on the benches smoking cigars with bottles of beers in the opposite hand.

Fucking typical.

Suddenly a thought hits me Harry and Niall are outside which means Zayn and Liam and most likely still in the living room.

The living room is nowhere near the door so if I managed to sneak outside I necessarily wouldn't be caught. I mean its worth a shot if you ask me plus I hadn't noticed any security around the area. I could be wrong but it's worth a shot.

Quickly devising a plan to make my way downstairs I carefully put some clothes on and grab my phone. It's important to pack light that and most of the things I have Harry had purchased plus it doesn't matter as long I'm out of here.

I pull the bedroom door open slowly to see if any of the maids are walking around the house.

It's sounds so quiet you could hear a pin drop. He might of sent them all home considering it is quite late. As I step further out of the room slowly closing the door behind me, careful not to make a sound. I can hear gentle erupts of laughter from different parts of the house.

This is my chance.

I slowly walk down the hallway careful not to make a sound. I make it down the stairs without managing to get heard or noticed and to my relief every sound the guys make is at a distance. I step as quietly as I can towards the door, just when I'm about to touch the handle my heart thuds and I feel like drop to end of my stomach as I hear a thick Irish accent beam through the kitchen "No mate I would have to see you do it".

The kitchen is located right next to the entrance connected by one door, one door separating my potential death. It's times like this that although I have never prayed I need God on my side. Please God do not let me be momentarily fucked and let Harry chop me up into tiny pieces right now, I've never killed anyone that should count for something, I'm begging you, Amen. Let's hope I was heard.

My sweating hand is latched around the door handle potential holding on to dear life. My body has not moved it's as if I was positioned as a statue you see on city squares unable to move more sweat clouds my forehead and I am all of a sudden very hot; correction sauna hot. 

I really need the high heavens to pull me out of this and fast or might cry and I'll definitely be caught.

It's alright Kat just take a moment of bravery and just do it. God dammit just do it. How hard can it be to open a door. I take out a long breathe and turn the handle slowly opening the door; letting the wind blow in reclaiming the cold within the warmth. I can smell the taste of my death and survival between a thin line

I notice the atmoshpere in the house switch, everything is quiet. Either the laughter and chatter is non existent because my subconscious has blocked it out or because I am about to die, it could be one or the other but I have to take this chance now, I may not get another one like this.