Unfortunately, my mind had a tendency to over think things. With the drink buzzing through my system, the hatred in my veins, the disappointment in my mind and the break in my heart I was left in my room alone. I switched on my iPod connecting to a playlist full of sad and heartbreaking songs which I played through my headphones whilst I cried. My bed was of no comfort to me, instead, I found myself leaving my room and wandering the empty house at an ungodly hour.
I hadn't changed but it wasn't like I was wearing anything special, I had managed to cover my feet with my socks though. Creeping down the hall I passed the bedrooms of everyone else in the house, my eyes looking at the closed doors. I hated being alone, knowing that no one was coming to save me anytime soon.
Downstairs wasn't much better, it creeped me out how quiet it was, I knew it was empty as I had heard Louis leave after he'd taken me to my bedroom. I had pretended to sleep so he would leave quicker. Now I was downstairs in the house looking for something anything.
I tried to be perfect
But nothing was worth it
I don't believe it makes me realSad lyrics flowed through my mind as the music played. I guess the words had never felt more real than how they did right now. I walked through the house, looking in every room to see if there was something, anything.
In my dad's office, I sat on his chair and stared at the screens which were fully functional now. There was no much to report in the house and for a second I could just sit here and pretend this was another time, that I was back in the house with Harry, but I knew that would never happen again.
"Get it together, Elliott," I spoke to myself as I shook my head. I needed to try and move on, I was stuck in the past.
Leaving the office I headed down to the basement area, there was no much of anything down here. I went into the room where everything seemed to happen, the room I had been held captive in, the same room Will had been in.
Running my fingers on my left hand along the wall I felt the wall crumbling underneath my fingertips. I opened the drawers in the room rummaging through the endless crap that occupied them before I found an old knife, the blade a little rusty. I ignored it before I rummaged more, I pulled out another knife, this one had a cover on the blade. Slowly I removed the cover, the blade revealed as a large serrated shiny blade. A smirk left my lips as I placed it on the sideboard before I continued looking in the drawer.
In the bottom of the last drawer, I found something I hadn't been looking for but I took it anyway, a handgun. I checked it and found there were bullets in it before I stuffed it into my jeans pocket before I picked the knife back up.
The music in my head was still loud as I turned around to the door, I half expected to see someone there but there was no one, almost like how I expected my life to be now.
Heading back to my bedroom I closed the door of my bedroom slowly turning the key in my door locking it. I returned to my bed where I laid, I held my hands above my head so I could see them before I examined my tattoos.
The number on my hand was something I could learn to live with, it didn't look too bad on my skin but when I looked at the black band around my wrist I sighed. I wished it wasn't so dark, so obvious, still, there was nothing I could do about it now.
I'm not the sort of person who falls in and quickly out of loveBut to you I gave my affection right from the startI have a lover who loves me, how could I break such a heartYet still you get my attention
I loved this song so much, I loved the sadness in the voice of the singer. I wished things were like how they were in this song. At least the lyrics implied that the person gets to see who they love, they get to hear from them, I get nothing.
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Finding Elliott [Harry Styles] Completed
FanfictionPart 2 in the 'Elliott' series. I highly suggest you read Saving Elliott before reading this. It has been three years since Elliott Cole was kidnapped from her hospital bed. Three years since Terry Cole saw his daughter, three years since Thomas Col...