Burlesque

Kitty found me a while later after the commotion in the hallway died down. Her eyes were full of pity as she put her arm on her waist and led me to the dressing room so we could collect belongings.

"What did he do this time.." She sighs, finally breaking the silence as I pack up my Mac brushes in to my makeup box.

"It doesn't matter." I didn't like talking about the situation.

It was not as simple as everyone calculated it.

He smacks you around. He is evil. So leave him.

That's the reaction I always get, what everyone always tells me, what Kitty tells me daily... But it was just not that simple. And it's something that is hard to explain if you don't know my story. SO I guess in my efforts to explain, you should know my story. Or party of it.

I moved here when I was seventeen. For personal reasons. I had no money, no place to stay. I had nothing. I met Lucas the second night of sleeping on the streets. I was starving and dirty and scared. He caught me trying to sneaking to the back of Burlesque.

Things happened and a few days past and eventually I was sleeping on his couch. When he discovered I could sing he had me in the show with in the next day. And then my reputation at the club and neighborhood grew.

And no.

He was not abusive in the beginning. He was almost charming. He was smart, probably smarter than I was. I fell for it. Him. His good looks and power and money. His club and it's smokey air and the fact he had me making more money than I had to spend and how he had made me a star overnight. It was all just a cover up, a distraction from who he really was. From what he really was.

I can't leave him. I can't leave here. I mean, I deserved to be hit so I really wasn't complaining, not that I liked being struck. I just owed him. I owed him more then I had. So I took the slaps and kicks and punches. I took the put downs and insults and the constant control he had of me.


It wasn't too bad...

Right?

He owned me. He made it very clear.

Even if I wanted to leave the club and this life. I had no other options. I had no friends or family out of this city, I was too scared. And he would find me.

He told me that nearly everyday.

If you ever leave me. I'll find you. I'll always find you.

And I believed him.

She glares at the back of my head but I ignore her. Things are complicated. Life is complicated. She didn't understand. I wish she did. She was stuck here too. She had no family left, no other place to turn but dancing on stage. So why did a slap every few days change the situation?

I pull my leather jacket on over shirt and drape my bad over my shoulder as we make our way form the club, heading to the apartment building.

We shared a shoe box apartment a few miles away. Lucas lived in the apartment below us. He wouldn't be home until late and was most likely out with the band and the other girls.

The band.

Harry.

My heart feels suddenly sad as I realize that I won't see him again. I don't know why. But it does.

"I'm going to wash my face and head to bed. See you in the morning, okay lady?" Kitty asks with a small smile. I look over to her and take in her appearance. She was two heads above mine with burnt red hair. Her eyes were brown and wide, a few freckles lined her cheeks. She was stunning. Her real name obviously wasn't Kitty. But we all went by our stage names.

Our real names represented the old us and our old lives. The ones we came to this city to desperately attempt to escape. We all had our reasons. Hers probably just as dark as mine. SO I never asked her background story.

I bid her goodnight and went to my own tiny bedroom. Laying down I thought nothing but him. He seemed impressed with my performance.. He even stood up for me. No one but Kitty did that for me. I smile at the thought of his lips on my hand as I drift asleep.

Harry's POV

She didn't follow him out of the office. I would have waited there all night for her if I could have. Unfortunately the prick Lucas yelled about heading out to a dance club and the girls all screamed in my ear and my mates ushered me out.

-

The next morning I felt just as empty as I did yesterday morning. Same black jeans and shirt. Same cup of coffee. Hotel room. A different city I didn't know. Nothing new. Niall eats, like usual, watching me.

"So, how are you feeling this morning?" Payno makes me jump as he comes up behind me. I roll my eyes. Obviously attempting to babysit me again.

"Drop it."

"Harry-"

"I'm serious! I'm fine you guys, forget what happened in London! Stop babysitting me!" I groan, dropping my face in my palms.

"Harry, you really scared us back there and -"

"I know! I fucking know! But I would appreciate it if you made my business my business." I snap. Why couldn't they just fucking drop it? I knew I almost fucked things up, I know that I have been down. But reprehending me doesn't help shit!

"Nearly kill -"

Before he gets the words out I jump up and knock my chair over before going to my part of the suite. I kick the dresser and pound a fist in to the wall.

Fuck them. Fuck everyone. No one fucking understood. Fucking Christ.

I ignore the knocks on the door. I was not dealing with shit today, I had one objective for today and that was to see her again.

I dreamt of her last night.

She is sitting on the ground outside of the office door at the club. A slight bruise on her cheek. She smiles when she sees me and I jog down the hall until i'm only a few feet in front of her before dropping down in front of her.

''Harry, quit smiling at me like that." Her smile is bright and her eyes sparkles. Her brown hair is curled. I light airy white dress clings to her. Her pretty face covered in stage makeup.

"I can't!" I smile even bigger, her small arms wrapped around her own waist, blush covering her cheeks.

"Why?" Her voice bewildered. I scoot closer and take her hand. A little warmth spreads up my arm.

"Because you're beautiful of course."

It was a short dream. But it made me smile int he morning, and through the entire day as I lay on the hotel bed, watching the LA street from the balcony door. The sun rises high and begins to fall. People below rush to get to their destination but I stay in bed all day. Ignoring the guys calling em through the door.

Being alone was ok. I was more than ok. I was ideal and desired nowadays.

It was curious.

I wanted nothing more than to be alone in the two years, but with in the kast two hours I craved the company of one person.

And her name was Roxy.

And I was going to see her again tonight.

Notes

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