It's been nearly a month now since Draco was released. About a week before Hermione's due date, she and Ron went home. Which left Alex and I alone with our thoughts. After the day we saw Draco in the store, we hadn't seen or heard from him since. Alex and I had gotten back to our routines. Alex works at Ai Fiori as a manager, and I work as a freelance journalist. The best part of what I do, is that I work from home. All of my articles get published under a pseudonym, to boost the anonymity factor.
It seemed like any normal Thursday at first glance, but something was off right away. "Alex, baby?" I called out into the apartment, hearing him rummage around in the kitchen. I walked into the room, seeing him getting a cup of coffee. "You alright?" He nodded silently and continued to make the coffee. "Liar. What's the matter?"
"I'm fine, Harry." He muttered, pouring himself a cup of coffee. The rest of time before he left for work, was spent in silence. I was confused, to say the least. We were perfectly fine last night. We had gone out to dinner and a movie, it was an amazing night.
Giving up, I went to my computer to check my business e-mail. Only certain companies have access to this e-mail account. Since Draco was released, I've been avoiding my personal e-mail. I've become paranoid after Draco texted me that first night. I haven't a clue how he found my phone number, I've changed it once a year since he was put away in case he found me. The only thing that makes sense, is that he found me in the city. He knew I wanted to go to New York, so it makes sense that he would have found me here. It's not exactly like I was hidden that much. Technically speaking, anyone could just look up my name and find an address somewhere.
I had ten e-mails waiting to be answered from different news outlets looking for a specific article, but I wasn't in the mood to write what they were looking for. I opened up a word document and was thinking about what to write when I got a notification on my phone.
From: Baby(:
I'm sorry about this morning, I was just tired. Woke up on the wrong side and what-not.
To: Baby(:
It's alright, I was just worried about you.
From: Baby(:
Don't be, I'm alright. I promise. I'll probably be staying a bit late tonight, the night manager is sick. I'll message you later.
To: Baby(:
Okay, that's alright. Just text me when you're on your way home. Okay? x
When I got no response, I left it. He was probably busy at work, anyway. An hour passed and I continued to stare at the empty word document. Still no idea what to write, and I hated it. I gave up on trying to write and decided to watch something on Netflix for the day instead. I turned on Supernatural and continued from where I left off. Season eleven, episode eight.
ALEXANDER'S POV, LATER THAT NIGHT
It was nearly midnight when I got off work. Fucking Steven had to go and get sick on the busiest day of the year, naturally. I never take a taxi home from work, I walk nearly everywhere. It's soothing, the city's noise.
"I'll see you Monday, Sarah." I waved off to one of the bartenders, who smiled softly back. "Get home safe, alright?"
"You too, Xander. Tell Harry I say hello!" She waved, jogging off towards the nearest taxi. I made sure she got in safely before I started to walk towards the apartment. The hardest part of loving to walk everywhere, was that it was nearly a two hour minute walk to the apartment building. That's if I skip Central Park, it's an hour and a half if I walk through it. About twenty minutes of walking later, I started to get the sneaking suspicion I was being followed. I brushed it off and continued walking, dialing Harry's number to let him know I was on the way home.
"Hey, Alex. How was work?" He greeted, my heart a flutter. He always knew how to calm me down after a long day.
"Long. Steven was the one who got sick, which sucked. Today was extremely busy, but Sarah says hi." I explained, quickening my pace to get the feeling off my back.
"How's she doing, it's been a bit of a long time." Even over the phone, I could tell he hadn't moved all day. I heard him hit pause on whatever he was watching.
"She's well. How long has it been since you moved from your spot?" I heard him chuckle at my question. The feeling got worse, causing me to pause and turn my head slightly. As I listened to Harry's response, I noticed someone tailing me. "Say, babe. I should keep walking, I'm almost to Central Park. I love you." I smiled, waiting for his response before we hung up. I turned quickly to see the person was even closer, starting to run towards me. I broke into a sprint, passing trees. I tried my best to not trip up. I kept running, but just as I made it to the edge of the park, I tripped and hit my head. The last thing I saw before I blacked out, was a flash of blond.
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Running // Drarry
FanfictionFINAL BOOK IN THE WRONG/TRAPPED SERIES It's twenty years in the future. Draco Malfoy has just been released from prison and I've moved on from my past life with him. That is, until word breaks that Draco has found me.
