Chapter Six

                                    

                                          
Harry Styles
Something is seriously wrong with Elle, she read the message and rushed to bed with a "stomach cramp". 
Bullshit. 
She ran off to her room in a hurry, clutching her phone tightly in her right hand. 
She had a slight limp when she ran up the stairs, almost like she was in pain. 
Either way I go back to the reclining seat and watch the rest of The Notebook. 
The film ends and the boys stay sat on the couch, I'm rather tired so decide to leave them to it. 
Before going into my room, I go to Elle's, not because I care but I need to know what was so gut turning on her phone. 
I open the door and see her curled up asleep on her bed. Her phone on the left nightstand. 
I look around her room for any more clues, five suitcases. Who the fuck needs five suitcases?
Something caught the corner of my eye. 
A red lighter. 
It lay on the right nightstand. I didn't know she smoked. I don't think Niall does either. 
I snatch it from her nightstand and take her phone with me. 
I leave the room, leaving the door slightly ajar, just how it was before. 
I walk back towards my room, and close the door fully, locking the door. 
Her phone doesn't take long to light up the dark room as I lay in the centre of the double bed, one leg folds over the other. 
The phone opens easily, she doesn't have a password. 
What idiot doesn't have a password in their phone? 
My finger taps on multiple apps, getting a look into her life. 
The only thing I needed a password for was her notes, that's the only thing she has to hide. 
I find my way to the messages app and scroll through. 
She doesn't have many friends, but I can see and unknown number. 
I click on the chat to see: 
"Don't think just because you're with that stupid brother of yours you're safe, I will find you, and then finish what I started."
"If you dare tell a soul about what happened, I will find you, and when I do I'll kill you, your brother and all his stupid mates."
My eyes widen as I read the messages. Why would someone want to kill me? 
What the fuck has this guy done?
My head is bombarded with questions I probably won't get the answer to any time soon. 
I have an idea to lighten my mood a bit. 
I sneak out of my room, and walk to Elle's. I pick her up in bridal style, she's a deadweight. 
I walk her down the hall and to my room, laying her on my bed. 
I took her phone and lighter into the inner flannel pocket before leaving her in my bed. 
I set an alarm on my phone, and get into her bed. 
Elliot Horan
I get up to my room and tidy it a bit, picking the lighter up off the floor and putting it on my nightstand. 
There's candles in the room so it doesn't look suspicious. 
I switch my phone off, not completely, just so I don't get notification, I don't think I could deal with anymore stress tonight. 
Before I sleep, I open the notes app, it's a digital diary. 
I type everything that's happened today, how Harry is a complete ass, my thighs are seriously hurting and I nearly outed myself to the boys and my flashback. 
My head soon meets the pillow as my eyelids start to fall shut.
.......
Harry Styles
I'm woken by an alarm. I soon realise what it's for, and spring out of bed. 
I make her bed as best as I can, leaving as little evidence as possible. 
I remove myself from her room and slowly walk towards mine. 
Once I'm in there, I open the curtains and rummage through the closet as loud as possible. 
She starts to stir and I notice her eyes opening a bit. 
"Good morning, princess," I say to her, staring at her from my closet. 
As soon as she hears my voice her eyes widen in fear. 
Her brows furrow, she's so confused. 
"What? What am I doing here?" her voice is shaky and nervous, it's quite amusing. 
"You're telling me you don't remember anything," I say to her in a convincing tone. 
"W- What? No I don't," her eyes begin to shine with tears, and her cheeks turn red. 
"Well that's a shame, you were great," I say as I'm about to leave the room. 
"Harry," she looks seriously upset and I can't help but smirk to myself, "please tell me I didn't sleep with you."
"Well you'll just have to find out won't you?" as I'm opening the door she shoots the covers up to look if she was still clothed. 
"I hate you, why would you do that?" she speaks as if I've just shot her in the head. 
"Fun," I shrug my shoulders and leave. 
Niall comes bursting out of Elliot's room, holding my phone in his hand, utter rage in his eyes. 
"Where the fuck is she?" 
"Oh chill out, I just played a joke on her, she's in there," I smile and walk away. 
"You're fucking dead Styles."
Niall Horan
I walk into Harry's room and Elle is curled up in a ball on his bed. 
I hear her sniffle and walk up to her. 
As soon as she sees me, she buries her head into her pillow, acting to be asleep. 
"Elle, get the fuck out of bed, we're leaving in an hour!" I am pissed at what Harry's done, the frustration came out in my voice. 
She groans and stretches her arms out above her head. 
She gets out of bed and heads towards the door, as she leaves she doesn't close the door behind her. 
The boys start talking to her, I just pray she isn't in a bad mood, she's not a morning person as it is.