Ruby ღ

I'm not a bitch,
I'm not a slut,
I'm not a whore,
And I sure as hell ain't yours.
So go ahead and do yourself a favour:
Don't believe the rumours you hear about me.

Survival 101 - You're as good as dead if you try to get into my pants.

(Sequel to 'Red ♥')
Many thanks to: J.K Pansear (Kammy), kelsea (Briella), Musical Megster (Megan) - Love you all guys, thank you ♥ xoxo ~Patch

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11. Vanished Without a Trace

"Harry?"

It occured to me, that his name would be the last thing I said before I went to sleep, and as soon as I woke up. And, for some crazy reason, I wanted it to stay that way for a long time.   Y'know those few minutes of blissful oblivion, when you don't have to live your life for a moment? When you can be in someone elses skin and think like them for a second instead of staying in your own screwed up life? I used up those minutes lying with one hand on Harry's chest, the scent of his skin lingering everywhere. His warm body beneath mine.

Then I remembered.

Everything came flooding back in a pounding headache. I groaned and rolled over to press my face into my pillow. It smelt like Harry's shampoo. I could hear him snoring, cuddled under the duvet. I know it may sound incredibly cliché, but he looked so innocent and vulnerable in his sleep. Like he could be broken just as much as the average person. But I knew when he awoke, his strong-and-silent sharade would continue. On the outside, he acts like he's invincible, like none of the cutting comments people give can bruise his ego. Yet on the inside, he's as helpless and a child. I guess that's what I do. I know people may think I'm tough and rough on the outside, that I don't care what people think. That I'm original and hardcore. The truth is, I'm a child. I'm innocent - well, not so much anymore - and defenceless, exposed. Susceptible to any type of pain. And it scares me, so I dress up and make it look like I'm tough on the outside.

"Rubes?"

I smiled into the pillow and turned around again. Maybe he wouldn't continue it after all. Well, not around me at least. It made me happy to know that when we were around eachother, we could let our guards down. But I wouldn't be me if I wasn't a little wary.

"Morning, Curly."

He chuckled, a deep and husky sound. It sounded different to all the other times I'd heard it. More natural, less forced.

"Morning to you too, Panda." I twisted to face him and cocked my head to one side, silently asking him why he called me that.

He laughed again and kissed my nose.

"Your mascara has literally gone all over the underneath of your eyes."

I whined and began scrubbing the area beneath my eyes furiously. Harrys hands came up and brought mine away from my face.

"You look beautiful." He murmered. Had things really changed that much last night that he'd began complimenting me?

I wanted to thank him, but he simply kissed me and then flung himself out of bed.

"I'm going to make breakfast. Want some?"

I thought back to the time when he made me breakfast after I got shot and was suddenly torn between dragging him back into bed or devouring more of his delicious food. My stomach made that decision for my by gurgling rather loudly. Harry smiled and nodded.

"A good ole' English breakfast it is." And with that, he ran down the stairs and called up, asking if I wanted to help cook.

"You can make it! I want five more minutes!" I yelled, curling into the fetal position under my duvet. When a pair of hot hands pulled on my ankles, I giggled and pulled them out his grasp.

But Harry was downstairs?

How could he be up here and down there making breakfast at the same time?

Unless. . .

 

Harry's P.O.V

When Ruby didn't come down when I called her, I set the plates down on the dining table and jogged up the stairs to see what was keeping her. At first, I figured she wasn't awake, taking her sweet time using up the 'extra five minutes' of sleep.

"Rubes?" I padded into her bedroom, only to see her bed was empty.

And the window was flung wide open.

At that moment, I didn't know whether to be horror-struck because there was a chance she might've commited suicide, or to be enraged that the telepath might've broken into the house and took her.

When I leaned out the window and never saw a crumpled body, panic and anger washed over me and I let out an animal-like snarl.

"RUBY!" I shouted, pulling on clothes, shoes and a jacket before speeding down the stairs and out the door.

"Ruby! C'mon! This isn't funny!" I didn't care if I was in denial. I knew if the telepath did take her, she'd be dead. And I didn't want to face that fact just yet.

"RUBES?" I ran down the street and stopped short infront of an abandoned warehouse. By the millions of windows dotted on the sides, I judged that there was thousands of rooms inside the building. On the side, spray-painted in red, was:

                                                   I have her. Room 378. Break a leg.

I picked up a crumbling brick laying beside the entrance gate and threw it at the side of the warehouse. It shattered and I let out an angry roar. I felt like folding in on myself like Ruby did the day Red left. Yesterday. But I knew if I did, I'd be too late. That graffitti was my only chance to safe her.

Room 378.

I had to run. Fast.

Or she'd die before I got to her.

 

Red's P.O.V

Crying.

It was the only thing I seemed to do these days. Weeping every chance I got. Yes, I'd often blame it on hormones, but I knew it was because I missed Ruby.

I felt like a watermelon  had been superglued to the front of me and weighed me down every chance it got.

"Morning, wench."

I chuckled slightly and Zayn strolled into the bedroom, holding breakfast on a tray. Fuck Ruby, I had toast.

I muched on a slice and shift aside, clutching my melon while Zayn climbed in beside me. He must've toasted twenty slices of bread.

"Why so much toast?" I asked him, ripping off the crusts and dropping them on a plate.  My question was answered by the three boys bustling into my bedroom carrying balloons, cards, gifts and more food. Godess, I loved these boys like my own brothers.

"BOYS!" I wriggled about to try and sit up but Zayn propped me upright with pillows. My room was kind of small, but still roomy. Now, with four boys bouncing excitedly on the bed, shovelling down toast and throwing baby names back and forth, I felt claustraphobic.

My attention was caught by a tall figure standing in the doorway of my room, hands in front pockets and smiling crookedly. Black hair hung infront of his eyes, tousled and uncut.

"Kayleb?" I grinned and climbed out the bed, waddling towards him. He laughed and took his hands out his pockets, holding his arms out for a hug. I wanted to squeeze the air out of him in one hug I'd missed him that much, but I didn't. I just put my arms around his neck and he hugged me.

"That's one of your presents." He muttered into my hair. I pulled back and smiled, turning back to sit on the bed. Niall chowed down on the toast and Louis was busy arranging the presents in a neat little row. Liam sat crosslegged beside Louis, smiling.

I knew they had taken time off touring to come and visit me, and I was grateful for it.

"So how's Ruby?"  Louis asked, his words muffled by the pencil wedged between his teeth.

Zayn whacked him upside the head and Louis winced.

"Sorry, Red. Sensitive subject?"

I nodded meekly. Where was Ruby, anyway? It felt weird having a baby shower with only boys.

At that moment, all I wanted was my cousin.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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