Freedom

I stood in the crowd, people loading my arms with loads with money. Ted rushed up to my side.
"You may just want to get out of here through the back." He nudged me and jerked his head in the direction of the front. Harry. Damn he looks pissed.
"Hey, thanks." I kissed his cheek before turning to the hallway leading to my room. I glanced back to see Harry's angry face looking straight at me. I ran into the room, locking the door behind me.
"Open this door." He boomed, slamming his fists into the metal.
"Change change change." I muttered, slipping into a new outfit. I didn't even try to cover my bruises, just some lipstick, that's it.
"Sadie!"
"Coming Harry." I huffed, opening the door. He stumbled in, his eyes trained on mine. I could see the steam coming out of his ears.
"Why did you come here?"
"I needed a break."
"Why did you fight? You're hurt! You could've made your arm worse! You could've been seriously hurt!" The panic in his voice took over, no longer anger. I looked at the irony of this situation.
"I could've been hurt?" He nodded, his eyes watching my face turn vicious. "More so than this morning?" I sneered.
"I'm sorry-"
"Harry. I'm only saying this once, take my advice, go back to the house, and sit there for a while. Think really hard before you talk to me again." Shock. That's what I saw.
"But-"
"Go now."
"I'm not going anywhere." He slammed his hand into the wall, trying to intimidate me.
"Harold. If you don't leave, shit's bout to go down."
"Like what?"
"God I don't want to do this."
"What?" He questioned further, his smirk coming back. I sighed, looking to the ground, then in his eyes as I spoke.
"THIS." I connected my fist with the side of his head, sending him sprawling across the floor. I stepped over him, grabbing the duffle bag of cash and clothes, and my phone. "Sorry Harry. I'll see you later." I ran out the door, and out to my cycle.
"Hey do you wanna-"
"Ted, make sure Harry gets home ok, I'll be back later."
"How much later?"
"I don't quite know that yet." I went racing down the street. My mind was a blur, and before I knew it, I was home packing half of my clothes in my numerous NIKE bags, taking them out to the trunk of my car. I packed all but three outfits, not wanting to have to little clothes for where I was going.

"Oh, good-" I stopped at another light, watching the police cars go by, lights flashing. I stepped on the gas the moment the light was green again, clicking the radio on. Ed Sheeran. The City. Nice choice.

"This city never sleeps
I hear the people walk by when it’s late
Sirens bleed through my windowsill
I can’t close my eyes
Don’t control what I’m into
And this tower is alive
The lights that blind keep me awake
Hood up and lace untied
The sleep fills my mind
Can't control what I’m into

London calls me a stranger, a traveler
This is now my home, my home

I’m burning on the back street
Stuck here sitting in the backseat
I’m blazing on the street
What I do isn’t up to you
If the city never sleeps
Then that makes two

The pavement is my friend
It will take me where I need to go
I find it trips me up
And puts me down
This is not what I’m used to
The shop across the road
Fills my needs and gives me company
When I need it
Voices speak through my walls
I don’t think I’m gonna make it
Past tomorrow

London calls me a stranger, a traveler
This is now my home, my home

I’m burning on the back street
Stuck here sitting in the backseat
I’m blazing on the street
What I do isn’t up to you
If the city never sleeps
Then that makes two

And my lungs hurt
And my ears bled
With the sound of the city life
Echoed in my head
Do I need this to keep me alive?
The traffic stops and starts
But I need to move along

London calls me a stranger
This is not my home, home

I’m burning on the back street
Stuck here sitting in the backseat
I’m blazing on the street
What I do isn’t up to you
And if the city never sleeps
Then that makes two"

My eyes blinked back tears. Why I was crying was a mystery to me. I wasn't sad, or mad, or happy. I had no reason to cry. I drove through cities, and across fields, on my way to the country side. I wished Harry was here to hold my hand, to sing with the music, and to talk about random shit.
"He's such an ass!" I shouted, hitting the horn accidentally. My arm brace sat on the passenger side floor, staring at me, almost mocking me.
'Hey, you worthless piece of crap! Guess what you left behind on the floor of your fight club!" I rolled my eyes.
"What?" Why was I talking to a stupid brace?
'Your heart!' I scoffed. 'Turn this car around and go to him!'
"Shut up."
'Hun, you're the one talking to an arm brace.'
"Jerk." I pulled to the side of the road. Man, must be really tired. I rubbed my eyes, blinking. "I can't believe I'm regretting leaving." I poked my cheek where he'd slapped me. "It's only for a while, right?" I sighed. "Maybe I should go back." I lifted my phone. "He's texting and calling, and oh my god, when have I cared?" I slapped myself. "To hell with it." I slammed my phone down, jerked the wheel to the side, and floored the gas peddle. My car swung back on the highway, pushing 120. "Stupid fucking asshole and his stupid shit eyes and his fucking arms and his shitting smell and fuck him and his..." I couldn't finish, cause I didn't know what to say. I couldn't insult him, he'd done nothing to me that I didn't give back to him ten times worse. I pressed harder on the gas, wanting to feel him close. I grabbed my phone with one hand, and clicked his speed dial.

"SADIE!" He shouted into the phone. My heart quickened with his voice.
"I'm sorry Harry." I told him, my eyes glued tot he road
"Where are you? All your stuff was gone and I thought you weren't coming back." I could hear his sadness.
"I'm in the middle of nowhere, and it's gonna take a while for me to get back." I could almost feel him relax.
"So you are coming back?"
"Yeah."
"Hurry." I choked back a sob that wanted so desperately to break through.
"Yeah." I croaked.
"Put your phone down and drive." He commanded.
"Can I keep you on speaker?" My voice was quiet.
"Please do." I set the phone on the passenger seat, his voice talking to me as if he was with me.
"When you get back we are going to have to talk, about a lot. For instance-" I zoned off. It's almost like he think we're in a relationship. Were we? Nah.
"Shut up you asshole." I said at last, silencing him. "Please stop your nagging, and relax your shit."
"Moody." He muttered.
"I will hang up-"
"NO! No I'm sorry." I turned back onto the main highway that would take me right into town, right back to him. "Where are you now?"
"Getting there quickly."
"Umm."
"Lets just hope no one pulls me over."
"Slow down! No, actually, stay safe. I don't care how fast your going as long as you get here in one piece."
"No promises." I laughed.

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