Sorry it's so short, thank you for reading and reviewing the other stories and this one, it really means a lot to me. I have a new story up, it's a one-shot and called Crazy Little Thing Called Love, so check it out if you'd like to :) It's a Dougie romance :) Thanks to Amy for already reviewing it! And I've now noticed, I always update on a Friday (in Australia) subconsciously.... weird.. haha enjoy anyway!
Chapter 11- Rabbits
It was six in the morning when Harry woke up. The rest of the men in the room were still asleep as he went to slip on his shoes and socks. But they weren't where he left them. He looked under the bed and quietly tiptoed all around the room, searching for his socks and shoes. But they were nowhere to be seen. He went to grab his iPod out from underneath the lumpy, hard pillow, but it was nowhere to be seen, along with his wallet.
He stared over at Chris sleeping in the tiny bed across from him and contemplated waking him up and getting his iPod, shoes and wallet back. But then he remembered what Chris had done to the person who accidentally stood on his toe in the dining room. He was taken to the doctors with a broken nose. And how much the punch on his shoulder hurt.
Harry bit his lip and stood up, quietly slipping out of the room and out of reception to the side of the road, the rocks cutting into the bottom of his bare feet. He glanced across the small line of trees to where he'd been playing with the rest of the boys not that long ago. His heart wrenched as he began to walk along the side of the road. He considered taking a taxi or hitch-hiking, but with the scare of the press, he decided against it. As he walked he thought.
What if they don't want to see me?
Don't be stupid, they want to see you.
No they don't, they think you set the fire!
No they don't.
Yes they do.
No they don't.
Yes they do!
His brain ached from the tug of war that was going on. He shook his head to clear it of the voices. The cold morning air whipped at his body as he walked along the road, trying to avoid pointy looking rocks and sticks. He shivered and put his arms around himself, trying to warm himself up in his t-shirt. He looked ahead at the near-deserted road.
Where the hell was he going? He didn't know this part of London at all. Hell, he'd gotten lost on the car ride here! He sighed and sat down on a fallen branch of a tree on the side of the road, trying desperately to keep the tears back that were trying to fight their way through.
One silent tear trickled down his cheek and onto his t-shirt. He brushed it away and covered his face with his hands. There was no way he'd find his way back. It was over fourteen miles back to the hotel they were staying at. That's what the sign said anyway. And he'd look like a total idiot running along the road barefoot.
A rustling noise behind him made Harry jump. A rabbit was sitting on its hind legs watching him. Harry watched as two other rabbits came and sat with it. A fourth rabbit came. It was smaller, cuter. Harry smiled as he watched them playing with each other. The smaller one kept bounding around all the others. One looked motherly and was putting it's self in between the two other ones who were play fighting. One had curly-ish hair and the other was the furriest of them all, both with almost the same bright blue eyes, strange for that type of rabbit. The motherly one's light fur fell halfway over its dark brown eyes.
Harry smiled as another tear ran down his face. It was them. What they used to be. Harry couldn't stop the tears that were now flooding down his cheeks.
The rabbits suddenly noticed he was still there and quickly bounded away.
Back to their home thought Harry. And that's where I have to go. Back to my home.
Harry brushed the tears away and stood up. He was now on a mission. A mission to see his best friends.
He began running down the road, keeping a steady pace. Danny's song Not Alone began playing in his head as he ran, thinking about nothing but the words. They described exactly how he felt.
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The beat formed the rhythm of his feet on the road as he pounded along, not even noticing that he was getting puffed and tired and that his feet were beginning to get cut up.