Secrets

At least a good hour or two had escaped me just by reliving those dreadful memories in my mind.

I tried moving my left leg over my right leg; in an attempt to cross my legs but that pained straight away and I had to keep my legs out straight which was even more frustrating.

I didn’t know where to go. I didn’t know what to do. If I attempted to go back to my apartment would I get caught?

I pulled my legs up closer to my body which caused a lot of pain in myself and I was biting my tongue so I didn’t let out any swear words.

I slowly managed to stand up and to slowly work out where I was. A few of the places looked familiar around me.

I’d wondered if Harry had called the police on me by now? Maybe it would be better if I just went to jail and were out of everyone’s lives. Then I wouldn’t be in all this trouble with everyone or have everyone chasing me down and following me every single step I made.

I walked slowly back the way I came. Knowing that I had to walk at this slow pace also would cause people to stop and look every once and awhile because it was not a normal pace to be walking at. So really I couldn’t win.

After what seemed like hours and hours of walking which turned out to be only around 30 minutes I was near where Harry’s secret hideout was. I was half expecting to see Harry waiting outside his hideaway for me but he was absolutely nowhere to be seen. I quickened up my step slightly and soon enough passed where I was the day before.

I kept walking, slowing every once in awhile cause I couldn’t handle the pain but then again also quickening up my step too because I didn’t want to be walking at the same slow pace all day either. Sooner or later darkness would overshadow the warm, wintery day.

I felt like there were eyes watching me, or like there was someone following me but when I turn around there was no one to be seen anywhere which was good because I didn’t really want to get into another fight today because I had already gotten myself into so many fights already these last few days and that I still had bruising, cuts and scarring from all that already. I didn’t need to add to it at all because the wounds I already had were going to takes days or even weeks to heal in cases. Something that would definitely impact where I could take myself in this state. Something I was not used to.

After what seemed like a long century but it was really only half an hour I was near the apartments. I entered and started walking when Alice caught me off guard again, "So do you have the money Louis?" She asked.

"I can't talk now," I said as I kept walking.

I stepped up the stairs slowly and finally made it to the top. I found my room number and unlocked my room with my secret key that was hidden near the door (I guess that's not a secret anymore now is it?).

I grabbed all my items and things and shoved them into my suitcase. There wasn't much left to be honest only a handful of clothes and apart from that I didn't actually have anything worth any value anymore.

I closed my suitcase, grabbed my last items and headed down the stairs. Throwing the key at Alice on the way out. I didn't even bother to thank her.

I kept walking and walking trying to get further and further away as possible.
As soon as I got outside. The chase was up. Police surrounded the building of apartments and saw me straight away.

"Hands behind your back Mr Tomlinson, we've been looking for you for many years now and we have finally caught you. Anything you say can and will be used against you," the police officer said as I dropped my suitcase and placed my hands behind my back which were then handcuffed and I was dragged to the police car.

Somewhere I didn't want to be again at this time but I knew that I had no choice but they actually didn't know of what I was capable of.

I could break out of prisons. I'd done it before.

I sat in silence in the back of the police car. The other police officer pulled my suitcase into the boot of the police car and I was in utter disgust.

"Don't you know who I am?" I interrogated.

"You're a murderer and we just caught you, that's who you are. You are not famous for anything apart from being a criminal," The other police officer said.

"Whatever," I muttered to myself, clearly not going to bother talking because I knew that it would not get me anywhere. It would probably get me in more trouble than I was already in.

"I am a so screwed," I said in an Italian accent.

The police officer just smirked a little bit before I shut up again. I knew I couldn't shut up butI just didn't want to give away too much of what I do, how I do it or where I was heading next. They would never know.

And with that the long journey continued to the police station.
I was swearing the whole time, knowing that I had gotten caught was the last thing I needed right now.

Right now I wish I was hiding away with Harry in his secret location.

"Do you know a guy named Harry Styles?" I asked.

"Yeah he's known to police why?" the police officer asked.

"Well I know where he is if you need to catch him," I smirked that evil smirk I had seen Harry give me only days ago, maybe even hours ago.

The police officer agreed and I told him exactly where Harry was and they sent out a police car from their station.

Harry is going to hate me so much.

I don't care though.

I knew he had a secret.

I'd love to know what it is though.

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