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Moving To England

Chapter Thirty-Five



*Harry’s POV*
*Continuation*


I paced my bedroom, as the blood in my veins were boiling. I clenched my fists as I hesitantly took each step. I noticed my feet tremble.

“Harry, calm yourself. We’ll find her.” Louis informed me, trying to calm me down.

“Damn it, Louis! It’s been fucking six damn hours, already!” I screamed at him, unintentionally. My pulse sped up, my breathing became very shallow. My muscles grew tense, as my temperature risen.

“Hey, hey. We get it, alright. Yelling at us won’t make things any better. We’ll find her, it’s a promise.” Liam said, coming into the room as I screamed at Louis.

I clenched my fist and smashed it into the wall with all my might, before resting my head against it.

“We called the police. They’re already looking for her.” Ally informed us, running into the room. I noticed her makeup was a little smeared. Her face showed distress, her eyes were blood red, and swollen. Seeing her appearance, my eyes filled with water and they became glossy and shining as the light hit them. I quickly wiped away the tears before anyone noticed.

“It’s not good enough.” I say, clenching my teeth, “Let’s split up and search, as well.” Niall, June and I, took my car. Liam, Ally, Mable and Zayn took Liam’s car. Louis and Elizabeth took Louis’s car. We drove around the neighbourhood, in hope for some sign of Destiny. Multiple times, my eyes got watery, and some dropped from my eyes.

At one point June became fed up. “Let me out of this car! I am searching for her on foot!” I nodded and let her and Niall on to the sidewalk, maybe they’ll have better luck. I drove around some more. And the thought of Victor popped into my mind.

‘Who the hell is this bastard?’ I thought, clenching my fists, as I drove home.

*Destiny’s POV*

“What time is it?” I thought out loud. I fished through my pockets for my iPhone. “Shit. I left it in my locker.” I sighed, facepalming myself.

I had fallen asleep in some forest grove area, as it began to darken. It was getting very late, and my parents were probably worried, but after the show, I put on at school, I just couldn’t find the courage to confront them. I couldn’t tell anyone that I’ve been bullied in my past. I was much too ashamed and embarrassed. Plus, it would ruin the image of every one of me being the smiley, cheery girl. I couldn’t ruin that with telling anyone about the bullying. Also that most of my life I was a depressed little bitch ...

“Destiny … I have a package for you …” the voice was hunting, and I knew it belongs to Victor. He walked into my room, holding a small box. The box opened, revealing a sharp knife. Slowly, Victor took out the knife, inching it closer to me, as he began to stab me in all the places of my body that I was self-conscious about. With each stab, I let out an ear-piercing scream. Blood was gushing everywhere. I wasn’t crying, though, despite the unbearable pain, I was in, from the wounds and shame.

Victor looked at me, up and down before letting out a laugh. “You are so gullible, Destiny. They don’t actually love you, you know? You don’t have any friends. No one. No one loves you.” The way the said my name, was so cold, so evil.

He stared me down, through his cold-blooded eyes. Piercing into my soul, as he through his knife straight into my heart …

I shot up, panting, as the sun blared into my eyes. I looked around at my unfamiliar surroundings, as I caught my breath.

I started to get up and began to walk. I didn’t know where I was going. I didn’t have any idea where I was. I just kept walking, lacy my fingers around my grandmother’s necklace and the aeroplane charm, my small source of comfort. The air was cold around me, causing me to shiver.

It felt like days had passed, and my legs felt like jelly, but I finally saw civilisation. It looked like a town centre, as there were shops littered around a giant circle full of flowers and statues.

‘Charming.’ I thought.

I walked into a cute, little coffee shop, the warmth of the subsiding made me shiver a little. A young couple stared at me, raising their eyebrows as they looked at me with disgust. I noticed an elderly woman sitting in the corner. Looking back at me, she smiled.

Realising that stomach was screaming at me to put something in it, I fished through my pockets, hoping for the best. Unfortunately, I found nothing. Not a single bill.

‘No money. I’m starving, cold, sore, and lost. Plus, I have no way to find my way back home.’ I sighed, walking into the washroom. ‘At least I could wash my face.’

I gasped as I looked at the girl in the mirror. My hair was a tangled mess. Dirt spread all over my face. There were tear stains that cut through the dirt on my cheeks.

Splashing the cold water on to my face, washing off the dirt, I pulled off the hair ties on my write and tugged my hair into a high ponytail.

I washed my face and grabbed the hair tie on my wrist. I pulled my hair into a high ponytail. I looked at my clothing, there were patches of dirt on places.

I looked down at my clothes. I was wearing my Polo uniform shirt, along with the pleated skirt, tights and my black dress shoes. Taking off my skirt and shirt, I scrubbed as much dirt off them as possible, before returning it to my body.

Walking out, I sat at an isolated table in the corner of the coffee shop. I set my head down on the table and tried to process through what I was going to do next. Suddenly I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder. Looking up, I saw on the waitresses.

“Look, I don’t mean to be rude, or anything, but you need to order something or leave, miss. Store policy. I’m sorry.” The young lady says to me, politely.

“Oh, I didn’t know. I’m so sorry.” I mumbled as I got out my seat, but I was stopped when someone got a hold of my arm. Turning around, I saw the elderly women who had been smiling at me earlier.

Just as my stomach growled loudly, her smile turned into a frown. “Oh my! Dear, you look hungry. Can I buy you anything?”

“Oh no … I couldn’t – “

“Nonsense!” She exclaimed, pushing me back into my chair, before turning the waitress and asking her to bring me a pastry and a drink.

The waitress came back with a cake and drink. Eagerly, I scarfed down the cake, entirely, but made sure to take careful sips from my hot chocolate.

“Thank you so much,” I say to the elderly women, humming as the drink proceeds to warm my body.

“Where do you live? I don’t believe I’ve seen you around …” She asked me.

“London.” I lied, hiding the prints in my uniform so she wouldn’t realise which school I had come from. I wasn’t sure why I lied, but I did.

“Why are you here?” her voice was soothing, she reminded me of my grandmother. I began to play with my necklace, again.

I looked away from her. “I … I ran away …”

She nodded sympathetically “Why?”

“I need to leave, my environment … it wasn’t healthy …” I began to sob, yearning to go back home. I wanted to feel loved, by my parents, by my friends, by Harry. The elderly lady, offered for me to stay with her until I know what I was going to do and where I was going to go. After rejecting it several times, I finally gave in.

Exiting the café, we made out a way to her house, which was only about a block away. We arrived at a quaint little home. I looked around and inhaled the scent of cookies, oatmeal, and a faint hint of a smoky fire. It was a refreshing smell, I had concluded.

“Who else lives here?” I asked politely.

“Just me, but sometimes my family visits me,” she said faintly. I could hear the loneliness in her voice. She smiled up at me and led me to a door. “You can shower in here.” I nodded before stepping in. I looked around the tiny room for a towel before I finally found one.

Stripping out of my dirty clothes, I let the water heat up before stepping in. I let out a satisfied sigh, as the hot air relaxed my sore muscles. I looked down at the dirt pooling in the water around my feet. Looking around, I saw two different shampoos: men’s shampoo bottle and a female’s.

‘They must be for her family.’ I thought. I, of course, took the female one and began detangling my waves under the hot water. Curiosity got the best of me, as I reached for the male shampoo. I popped open the lid and inhaled the smell. I smiled. It smelt like Harry …

Harry … my smile faded into a frown, as thoughts of Harry filled my mind … I missed him … so much. I finally got a boyfriend, and I decided to run away. ‘Just great!’ I frowned.

I finished my shower and began getting dressing myself, frowning at the fact of re-wearing my dirty clothes. Walking out, the elderly lady led me to a small bedroom with two twin sized beds. She pointed towards a dresser. “There are clothes in there, which are my granddaughter’s. I’m sure you’ll find something to fit you.” The elderly lady smiled at me. I smiled back and nodded.

Looking for the clothes, I pulled on a fresh, clean outfit from the drawer. I wore a pink ties back t-shirt, with silk-lined pants. Tying my hair into a messy bun, I pulled on pink converse.

The elderly lady came into the room and smiled at me. “If there are any calls you need to make, feel free to go right ahead.” I nodded. She allowed me to stay the night with her, before leaving to run a few errands. I thanked her as she left.

With a book in hand, I began to roam the house. I sat in the cosy living room with the small fire crackled in the brick fireplace. I opened up the book and was able to leave my reality for a few hours.

Notes

Comments

Woah! I just finished reading the whole story. I absolutely love it! Can't wait to start on your second story. Keep up the great work!

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Thank you so much!!

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Amazing update ! Keep updating it!

Please update it!!!!!!