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Silence.

CLAIRE'S POV

It's been three and a half days since I've said a word to Louis. We haven't spoken, and it's actually frustrating me. Why? I have no idea, I have no idea why he's avoiding me either.

Everytime I'm in the same room, he either finds a reason to leave or he avoids all eye contact and makes sure to keep himself busy. I feel like it's my fault, but I didn't do anything since I kissed him.

Lyn and I are on good terms now. We aren't as close as we were before, but we can be in the same room without wanting to shoot eachother. She's convinced that Louis likes me, but I think it's bullshit.

She keeps asking me about how I feel about Louis, and honestly, I don't know. Before I couldn't stand to be around him, he annoyed me beyond belief. Then, I got used to him, I didn't like him but I just got used to him. But now, I sorta wish he would talk to me.

I don't think I like him, I think I just miss him I guess you could say. It's hard to describe it, but I know for sure I don't like him like a crush or anything.

"Claaaaaaaire." Lyn's voice whined from the couch.

I was sitting in the kitchen just staring at the wall, "Hmm?" I hummed in response.

"It's almost seven and I haven't eaten all day. You can cook, make me food?" She asked, but was still watching TV.

I sighed, "There's not much to make food with, Lyn."

"True. The boys are out, maybe we could just order something?" She suggested.

I shrugged, "Do whatever. I'm not hungry."

Lyn stood up from the couch and shut the TV off. She walked into the kitchen and sat in the chair next to mine, "You didn't eat yesterday. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I lied, "Just a lot on my mind."

"Like..?" She pushed.

I shrugged, "A lot. I mean, it's still hard to process that I'm in a hotel that two criminals paid for, and I'm not doing anything."

"Well maybe it's because you already tried something and Louis punished you." She laughed, "No, but I'm really worried. You always stop eating when somethings bothering you."

"Lyn I'm fine. I just don't feel like eating, I got used to not eating for several days at a time." That was partially the truth, I honestly wasn't hungry.

Even though she didn't look convinced, she gave up. "Okay well, I need your help with something."

"What?" I was honestly willing to do almost anything because I was tired of thinking. My brain was just exhausted.

She grinned, "This morning when Liam and Louis went on a run to get ammunition, Liam bought me hair dye! I want to dye the ends purple."

I pursed my lips, "You want me to do it?"

"Well yeah," She nodded, "Your hair used to be blonde until you dyed it dark brown. You have more experience than I do."

"I'll do it, but why do you want to dye it?" I stood up and followed her into her hotel room, yes we're still at the hotel.

"I dunno, I've always had the same hair and it's time for a change I guess." She shrugged and got the box of hair dye, "Let's do this!"

"Okay well let me get a chair." I walked back out into the kitchen and grabbed a chair, and set it back down in the bathroom.

We grabbed a bunch of dark towels the hotel had and laid them down so we didn't stain the floor. Once the bathroom was hair dye ready, Lyn sat down and I opened the box that had everything we needed.

It had bleach, gloves, purple dye, and instructions that I didn't need. I put the gloves on and made the bleach, and asked how high up she wanted the dye to be. Once I got an idea, I began to dye her hair.

"Dude, it looks great!" She screeched after two long hours. She was playing with her hair while looking in the mirror.

I nodded and threw the gloves away, then picked up all the towels. I walked out of the bathroom and over to where we put all the things that needed to be washed. Just then, Louis and Liam walked in with tired looks on their faces. They were gone for seven hours.

"Welcome back." I mumbled and threw the towels in the basket.

Liam smiled and gave me a stern nod. Louis, as expected, just ignored me and walked into our room and shut the door. Liam looked at me with a confused look, "If I knew why I would tell you."

"He didn't tell you why he's ignoring me?" I asked.

He shook his head, "I asked but he told me to fuck off."

"Oh, well you should say hi to Lyn. She did her hair." I muttered and collapsed on the couch.

My entire body was tired for some odd reason, but my mind was awake. I didn't feel like watching TV, but my head hurt so I was just going to rest. The lights were turned off by Liam who said goodnight, and walked into his room.

Now I was alone in my thoughts again, great.

This time I wasn't thinking about Louis or why he was mad. I just thinking about how tired I was. Before I knew it, my eyes felt like bricks and they were closing.

I let my eyes close, I turned on my side so I was facing the TV. This was my comfortable position. Half of me was asleep, I was tired but I was still aware of my surroundings.

I heard a door open, and footsteps walking over to me. They stopped right in front of me, but I kept my eyes shut. The person kneeled down so I felt their breath right on my face.

The person moved the few strands of hair out of my face and whispered, "God, what are you doing to me Claire Randy?" It was Louis.

Louis stood up, I expected him to leave, but instead I felt his strong arms pick me up. He walked me into our room and set me down gently on the bed. Since I was stuck in the room all day, I was wearing PJ's anyways.

I felt the blanket being over me, warmth consuming me. The bed dipped next to me, and I felt Louis' arm wrap around my waist. I smiled lightly to myself, but I still kept my eyes closed.

I missed this.

"Claire, wake up. We have to go." Lyn was shaking me awake.

I opened my eyes and saw Lyn with a worried face. "What's going on?" I asked.

"I guess theirs cops downstairs in the lobby. We have to go, now." She said and walked out of the room.

Why am I always the last one to find out about these situations? I got out of bed and began stuffing everything in my bag. I put my hair in a quick, messy ponytail, quickly changed into black jeans and a red plaid shirt, and slipped on my sneakers.

I walked into the kitchen where everyone was. "We're going down the fire escape, the car is parked a few feet away from it." Liam told me.

Louis was still silent, acting like nothing happened. I just simply nodded and watched as Lyn crawled through the window, and then Liam. I looked around the hotel, it was cleaned up perfectly, like no one was here.

It was now my turn to crawl down the fire escape. I managed to get through the window, and now I was on the metal stairs 23 stories up.

The wind blew furiously, making everything a million times worse. Louis was behind me as we all ran down the stairs. 20 stories up high now. 16, now 12, now 9, now 4. My foot landed oddly and I tripped over myself. Louis grabbed my arm and stopped me from falling over the rails.

"You good?" He asked bluntly.

I nodded, "Yeah, thanks." Thanks for talking to me.

Once we were safely at the bottom, we headed toward the car. We didn't take any chances by going through the front, so we went the back way. We were out of the hotel safe, but anything can happen.

Louis was driving and I was in the back seat with Lyn. Everyone was silent since I was five in the morning, we were all tired. So I went back to sleep.