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Chapter 11: Harry

"In a bathroom." She says, I can hear the fatigue in her voice. "I'm just in a bathroom, Harry."

"Where, Cilly?"

"Louis wanted to take me out but I said I had to go home and he said he would take me home and but then he didn't...I said I couldn't and he said he knew I was still about that rage life, and I said he was wrong and he said prove it and he took me out anyway...I did it Harry...my arm hurts though."

"Where is Louis' house, Cil?"

"In Brooklyn..." I roll my eyes deeply, they widen as I hear her sigh again. My head and heart race with dire possibilities. Is she having trouble breathing? Is she alone in the bathroom? Is she about to faint? Is she going to tell me where the address to this blokes house is?"But I'm not at Louis' house...I'm somewhere else..."

"Where Cilly!?!"

My patience runs thin as I raise my voice, I hear her whimper on the other end. She's about to pass out on a bathroom floor and can't tell me where she was. Panic begins to spread slowly through my body and creeps into my voice.

"You don't have to yell," she says quietly; she's has booze to keep her calm while my nerves are shot to hell as I run my hand through my hair. "Just come get me, Harry. I can't stay here any more. They keep knocking on the door and they won't stop trying to get me...I don't like it...Just come and be here and then I'll tell you where it is, okay?"

"Cilly, baby, listen to me: if you tell me where you are right now, I'll come get you."

She gasps into the phone, my heart drops into my stomach. As she speaks again I let out a breath of relief.

"Really Haz?"

"Yes Cilly Baby."

"'Kay. I'm an Illusion, I mean I-"

Her voice cuts off and two dull beeps sound. I repeat her name and yell 'Hello' into the phone before trying to call her back and having my call go straight to voicemail. Her phone would die at that moment. I pace the floor as I plug the word Illusion into Google. Thankfully and miraculously there's only one club named that in a ten mile radius, I slip my boots on, grab my jacket and keys and rush out of the door.

Twenty minutes later I burst through the doors of the club, my cab idling outside, as I search the now emptying bar for any sign of my Cilly. I notice a small crowd gathered near a door in the back, and push my way to the front of it. The sign on the door reads 'women', and Cilly's whisper of a voice can just barely be heard talking in the room.

"I wish you wouldn't be so quiet, Harry. I apologized!"

She says. I lean my head against the door and call to her.

"Cilly, I'm here. Open the door."

I hear her gasp again, then watch the small sliver of her shadow beneath the door as she hops up to her feet and unlocks it.

She opens the door and beams at me; her eyes red and puffy as though she'd been crying, her body swaying a bit as she struggles to stay standing up straight. I immediately lift her into my arms and carry her away from the door and the crowd.

"Whichever one of you slags is Louis, just know I'm going to beat the living shit out of you when I find out who you are and where you live."

I call loudly over my shoulder as I leave the club, with Cilly babbling for a moment before passing out in my arms.

I somehow manage to unlock the door to my apartment with her unconscious body in my arms. I lay her down on the bed and sit next to her. She winces as the light of the side table lamp beams down on her face and groans as she turns away from it. I turn her face back towards me, she tries to wriggle away and sit up.