18.

   ~ L o u i s ~ 

I was leaning against the door of my car with a cigarette between my fingers, relaxing a bit. I was thinking and waiting for Leonard's prompt. Yesterday, after Harry left his office, he called me.

      yesterday...

"Fuck, Louis, you keep getting better every time." the brunette girl whose name I never seemed to remember said and rested her head on my chest. 

The room fell silent. You could only hear our heavy breathing and the sound of the rain outside that was hitting the closed window with force.

"Are you going to stay?" she asked and looked up at me with her big, hazel eyes as she kept tracing patterns with her fingers on my tattooed arm. Her eyes were filled with hope. Hope that I might stay the night with her and not leave like I always did. I sighed and placed my arm around her waist, bringing her closer to me as the white blankets covered both of our naked bodies.

"I don't know... erm... love." I said. I couldn't even remember her name. I saw that she noticed that because her eyes lost their warmth and looked down, trying to free herself from my grip.

"It's Jane." she said, hurt, and stood up sitting on the bed, taking one of the blankets to cover herself. I felt something when I saw her sad figure in front of me... It was guilt.

"Look, I'm sorry, but you know that nothing can happen between us." I told her as I sat on the bed near her. 

She looked at me. Her eyes made it look like she was about to cry and her bottom lip was quivering. I felt bad and I had no idea why. I had to admit she was beautiful. Her long brown straight hair reached to just under her breasts, her hazel mesmerising eyes always looked happy, she had plump red lips that looked so kissable and the way she had the white blanket wrapped around her, holding it in place with her small hands made her look even more beautiful. Hell, she was perfect.

"I know what we said in the beginning, but I can't help myself. I like you Louis. I like you a lot and yet you can't even remember my name." she confessed. She looked me in the eyes, trying to find something, any kind of emotion, but she found nothing as I looked blankly at her.

"You better go to sleep." I told her and she nodded her head. 

"Stupid, Jane." I heard her mutter to herself and before she laid down, careful not to show any part of her body even though I had already seen every single part of it. She turned her back at me and turned off the light that came from the lamp sitting on the bed stand. I got out of the bed, leaving the blanket there, and looked around the room until I finally spotted my boxers. I picked them up, put them on and then did the same with my clothes that were laying in different parts of the small dark bedroom.

When I finished getting dressed, I looked one more time at the girl, whose heart I broke, sleeping on the bed and walked towards her. I placed the back of my hand on her arm, caressed it softly and then left a wet kiss on her exposed shoulder. I didn't know why I couldn't move on. 

Oh please, my inner voice said with sarcasm. 

Okay, maybe I know. Isabel-- she is the reason. Even though she died, I could still feel her somehow. It was like she didn't die that day. Crazy, I knew. 

I shook my head and left the house. As I made my way towards my car, I heard my phone buzzing in my pocket. I took it in my hand and found a message from Leonard.

Message from Leonard:
Call me as soon as you get this.

I frowned. What did he want now? But I did as he said and called him. The line rang three times and then he answered it.

"Louis, I'm happy you called me immediately after you saw my message." he said and I could imagine the smirk on his face.

"What happened?" I asked him coolly.

"I talked to Harry." he said and that's when I actually started to care.

"And?"

"He denied everything."

"Of course he would." I said, annoyed, opening the door of my car.

"I didn't believe him."

"How come?" I asked, raising my eyebrow in surprise.

"I know Harry very well, so I can tell when he's lying."

"So what do we do now?" I asked him.

"No "we". It's "you". You are going to get the girl for me." he said and a grin was formed on my face. This was going to be good.

"I'll do it." I simply replied and hung up.

So there I was, just about a few miles away from Harry's house, waiting for Leonard's orders. And just then, my phone vibrated, meaning that I had a message.

Message from Leonard:
Do what you have to do. Be careful.

I threw the cigarette on the ground, stepping on it with my foot and then looked around me. I couldn't go with my car. It was dangerous. Harry may see me, so my other option was to walk. And that was what I was going to do. It wasn't that far anyway. 

As I was walking to the house, I took out my phone. I had to do something to make Harry leave the house so that I could get in easily.

Message to Harry:
I have to tell you something really important. Meet me at Jack's club now.

After a while, he replied.

Message from Harry:
Alright, I'll be there soon. Hope you'll behave yourself this time.

I rolled my eyes at his message and put the phone back in my pocket. I was there. I could see the small, abandoned house in the middle of the forest. I approached it and hid myself behind a tree, waiting to see Harry leave, and I did. I saw him getting out and walking to his car really fast. He really wanted to meet me. He got in and drove away.

Bad thing I won't be there to meet him.

When the coast was clear, I ran to the house and stood in front of the door, which was locked. I put my hand in my pocket, reaching for the object that would help me unlock it. I brought it in front of my face and smiled. I knelt down so that I could have a better view of the lock, and placed the small but strong metallic wire in it. After a while, a sound was heard and the door opened. That was easy, I thought.

I pushed the door open and walked slowly inside while looking around me to see if Amelia was anywhere, but she wasn't. I thought he must have locked her in the bedroom. I approached her room and placed my hand on the doorknob and to my surprise, it was unlocked. I opened it and inside was standing a shocked and scared Amelia with her blue eyes wide open.

    ~ A m e l i a ~

Louis was the last person I expected to see standing in front of me. How did he get in here? Harry left, so how...

"Amelia?" he called my name, waving his hand in front of my face as my expression remained shocked. I shook my head and looked at him.

"Louis? How did you get in here?" I asked him, my voice coming out hoarse. If Harry came and saw him here, it wouldn't end up well.

"It was easy to get in, but that's not the point now. I came for you." he said, coming closer to me and I looked at him confused. What does he mean he came for me?

"What do you mean, Louis? You have to leave if Harry-" 

He interrupted me.

"Remember when you asked for my help?" he asked me, putting his hands on my arms and holding me firmly. I nodded my head.

"Yes." I whispered.

"Well, I told you that I couldn't do it, but the truth is that I can. That's why I came here." he said and smiled at me weakly.

"Louis... b-but how? Harry-" 

"Harry won't be here for now. I will take you back to your family. Come with me." he said, shaking me a bit. He would take me home? Those were the words that I wanted to hear for such a long time, but still there was something inside me that prevented me from feeling completely happy and that was Harry. 

"Amelia? Are you with me?" Louis asked me, bringing me back from my thoughts.

"Louis, I don't know." I said in a low voice.

"Do you trust me?" he questioned, looking me in the eyes and waiting for my reply. I thought about it a bit. Did I trust him? He hadn't done anything bad to me.

"Yes, I guess." I whispered, nodding and he smiled. He walked to the door and turned back to me, extending his hand.

"Then come with me." he said. I looked at him, then at his hand and sighed. Lets do this. I placed my small hand in his and we walked out of the room.