Deciding to stay at this hotel may or may not have been the best idea. Best idea because I still don't understand why Nate and his goons grabbed me and gave me an easy way to escape. He may have said a lot of things I didn't understand but at least right here is better than out there. I have a certain feeling deep down that I'd like to call safe. It may not be the best idea because I don't know how my friend is doing. If she's safe or whether she knows what's going on with me or not. I am afraid that Nate won't let her see who he really is. She may have hurt me but I still care about her. I have also put my trust in a total stranger but that doesn't feel like my biggest worry at the moment.

I've been here for about three days now and finally I have established where I am. Le Méridien New Orleans. Knowing this hotel and not being able to set foot there was kind of my life about a week ago. But would you look at me now?

The Central Business District is one of the places I haven't frequented and this right here is my only chance I guess. The fact that it's located just steps away from the historic French Quarter in a quieter region gives me the kind of peace I need.

Harry has been going away for hours and leaving me by myself but that, I didn't mind at all. He has managed to get me a few clothes so that I can stop putting on his. That didn't stop me from putting on his sweats.

I walk to the window and take the window seat that enables me to gaze outside like I've been doing every evening while I'm alone in the room. It's rather comforting to watch the beautiful lights that illuminate every part of the town. It is a little suffocating though because I have no one to talk to except when calling for room service. Watching TV puts me to sleep in the big bed alone because Harry comes in so late and leaves rather early.

Thinking about Harry gives me an idea. I quickly pull up some black pants he got me and put on his yellow hoodie. I did need some fresh air so I decide to take a walk around the French Quarter before he could come back.

I take the elevator noticing that I'd been staying on the twenty-first floor. It definitely explains the perfect view.

Getting to the lobby I gape around mesmerized by the classic decòr that compliments the vibrant city. People are walking in and out while others are being served by the desk clerks who are smiling like they just hit the jackpot or something. Bellhops are on the move too helping with luggage. My slow pace allows me to take everything in as I approach the exit. The short doorman looking quite the part in his uniform smiles at me as he gets the door for me.

"Hello ma'am. I see you are feeling better today," he chirps.

"I wasn't... I mean yeah I am feeling so much better, " I remember how I got here so I play along. Harry must have said I wasn't feeling well, whichever way he brought me in.

"Well I am glad to hear that," he smiles warmly

"I'm just gonna take a walk. I guess it's good for my health. See you later. " I tell him as I walk out.

I head to the direction I've been viewing taking in the fresh air and feeling almost relaxed.

It takes me a few minutes to get to the actual French Quarter. Its so exciting for me because I've never been here. All my life I've been in Belle Chasse and never even had a chance to go anywhere. That's what happens when your childhood is fucked up and your excuse of a mother never let's you out of her sight. Maybe it would be different with my dad around. But whose fault is it?

"Shut up!" I say that through my teeth and realise that I may be going crazy because I'm talking back at my subconscious. Great.

Everything comes to life at night in the French Quarter. The historic buildings are a work of art on their own. The elaborate ironwork galleries, balconies and windows that are sort of Spanish are just to die for. My natural instinct is to take out my phone to take photos. Well bummer. I don't have that kind of luxury right now.

Music is playing from a distance and I follow it. I find some sort of band playing jazz music and a group of people are gathered around enjoying. Most seem like couples from the way they are lovingly holding each other, some with intertwined fingers. I kind of feel lonely but that has been my life anyway.

One of the musicians comes to me pulling me from the crowd to the middle in attempts to make me dance. I'm not about to humiliate myself so I just sway to the music with his hands in mine. God I'm having such a good time.

As he spins me round my eyes fall on a huge clock.
22:17. Crap!
"I'm sorry I have to go! "I shriek pulling my hands away from him.

I walk away hastily even though I don't want to get away from the fun I was having. It's really late and Harry might be back.

I keep turning around because I have a feeling someone is following me. Even though there are so many people I still do feel insecure. I break into a run once I'm close to the hotel. Thankfully I get there safely and take a minute to catch my breath.

When I walk in, the doorman has a certain look on his face.

"Ma'am your boyfriend has been looking for you," he paces around me looking more scared than worried.

"Boyfr-" I start.

"Where the hell have you been?" the question laced with a British accent hits me before I could talk.

"Harry I was just-" I am interrupted before I could explain.

"You were just nothing!" he grips my arm roughly talking through his teeth while we walk to the elevator.

We get into the elevator with a young couple and Harry holds my hand smiling at them. Rubbing my arm with his other hand wrapped around my back he pretends that he wasn't roughing me up a moment ago. I can only remain expressionless because I am in no mood to play along with his facade.

When they get off the elevator on the tenth floor, Harry quickly wipes off the smile on his face and pushes me to the elevator wall.

"What the hell were you thinking?" he sternly asks and I cringe from fear. "What if someone saw you and tried to take you away? Do you not understand that I am risking everything keeping you here after Julian asked me to get rid of you? Huh!? "

"I just took a walk around the French Quarter that's all. I wasn't running away or looking for trouble," I explain sounding rather breathless.

"I don't care I specifically asked you to stay in no matter what! " he yells.

"I'm sorry but this gets boring for me. I'll go crazy in there by myself! "I bite back ignoring how much he's hurting my arms.

The elevator door opens and he practically drags me to our room.

"Let go you are hurting me!" I cry when the pain becomes too much.

"I don't fucking care! I saved you and you owe me!" he slams the door and pushes me through the room. He roughly throws me onto the bed and paces around.

I'm already sobbing silently,my hair on my face. I don't get what the big deal is, I just needed time out.

"I don't owe you anything," I mumble weakly.

"If you feel that I'm not doing this in the best of your interest then leave. I'm only protecting you because I know the kind of person Julian is and I also don't know how much trouble you were in before I met you." he continues. "But you're free to go." he finishes.

"I.. can't.." I stutter. I know he's right. But he can't treat me like this.

"Go. Get your death wish," he husks and goes into the bathroom.

He takes a while in the shower and comes back to the room with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Aren't you leaving? " he scoffs looking at me.

"No," I reply coldly.

"Good. Pack up. We're leaving in the A.M," he states.

"Where are we gonna go?" I sit up and ask curiously.

"Just trust me Kitten," he answers softly.

I rub my arms trying to sooth where he was grabbing me. He's watching me intensely.

"I'm not sorry for that," he runs a hand through his wet hair.
Asshole.

AN:
Sorry I kinda took long updating this one. Please vote and comment. Give me feedback.All the love as always.

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