Chapter Nineteen

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Chapter Nineteen

Louis' Point of View

 

I watched as the tall, slender brunette walked off my porch and into an idle car that was sitting next to the curb outside Victoria's house. I looked at the small folded up, crinkled piece of paper that occupied my hand as the car sped off into the mid-afternoon traffic.

I closed the door slowly, wondering what the hell just happened. One minute, I was downing a bottle of Corona and the next I was stumbling down the stairs in nothing but a t-shirt and boxers. I ran a hand down my face, sighing as I did so. That was the strangest encounter I've ever had in my life.

I walked into the empty kitchen, pulling out a mug and a packet of Yorkshire Tea and began boiling some water for it. While the water boiled, I took a seat at the kitchen island, placing the piece of paper in front of me. The woman had exchanged very few words with me, and I had a few questions for her - but she answered none of them.

Carefully, I opened the folded paper to reveal a bunch of words written on the paper in a familiar neat, delicate handwriting. I squinted at the words through my bloodshot eyes, barely making them out as I read;

Dear Louis,

I know by now you're probably wondering if I'm dead. I just wanted to assure you that I'm not dead, and in good hands. I can't come back home right now because of many different reasons. Reasons I don't want to express to you because you're in too much danger as it is. If my kidnapper found out about you and our relationship, he would anything to inflict pain upon me once again.

I can tell you very little details as to where I am. Just know, I'm no where in England by the time you read this note. I'm in the hands of police associated people, and a very surprising person. (I'll tell you all about it when I get home). Speaking of which, I probably won't be home for a month or so. We're taking great precautions and I just want you to know I'm safe. Please, please try not to worry about me.

For now, although, I think you should see other people. I know One Direction has a promotional tour coming up around England this coming winter(which is only like a month away), and I don't want the press to get wind of any of this. Don't tell them anything about me, please don't even mention me. It's not that I don't want them to know about us, but under these circumstances I need to be as if I don't even exist.

Go on AIM in two days around 9:30pm. I'll be there.

 

Love,

Your one and only.

 

The note fell out of my hands and fluttered onto the island counter beneath me. I took in a deep breath, letting the tears sting my eyes once again. The familiar handwriting on the note all made sense now - Victoria was alive.

~*~

Victoria's Point of View

 

"Well, home sweet home."

The door to apartment 26A swung open as Rhys turned the doorknob. I stood there, taking in the rusted out hallway. The carpet's needed an extremely deep cleaning with all the stains on the carpet. The doors to the apartments were made of thin wood, making them prone to a break-in any minute.

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