My Crazy Europe Adventure( with Harry Styles)

After being hurt so many times, college student, Jamie Moyers learned to take control of her life and not let anyone get in her way. She has a plan, college, see the world, write best-selling books, enjoy her freedom, then maybe marriage. As she is traveling around Europe with her best friend, Desiree, she comes across fun-loving Harry Styles. Her behavior and personality sends Harry hurdling down the love tunnel, but Jamie is keeping him at arms lenght even though she too is falling in love with "Pretty Boy". Plus, it doesn't get any easier to hide it when he travels with them. As she starts to let him in, she is torn away from him by her past. She is forced to go into hiding as a crazy murder follows closely waiting for a moment to strike. Harry fights his way to find her as he juggles his fast moving career. Will they make it out in the end? Or will their relationship end ?

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25. Burning

Desiree's POV

“You only live twice:
Once when you're born
And once when you look death in the face.”
― Ian Fleming, You Only Live Twice

We waked down the street to our favorite coffee shop. All bundled up in winter coats, knit hats and gloves.The street was barren except for us. It was a cold winter night, the snow was lightly falling. The sound of our boots hitting the ground was covered by the giggling we shared.

"Did you see the look on his face?" Jamie laughed. Her cheeks were a bright pink as she smiled."You should yell at Doug more often."

My laugher died away. "I feel bad though."

"Don't feel bad!" Jamie spun me around to face her. She gave me a stern look. Shaking my shoulders, she said: "You deserve a night with your friends, not studying until four or doing whatever the hell Doug wants. Besides the guy's a jack ass."

"What do you hate about him?" I was getting aggravated with her. All she did was talk trash about Doug. "What did he do to you?"

"It's not what he's done to me," She looked at me in disbelief. "it's what he does to you. He treats you like you're dirt. Not to mention how he uses you. You work all day just so he can blow it on some stupid game. He treats your friends and family horribly. He's sank-y, and gross. He does drugs and smokes around you, even though he knows how sick you get when you're around that. One of these days he's going to hurt you, more than you can imagine."

"But-"

"Don't." She shook her head slowly. "Just have fun night." With that she opened the cafe's door and walked in.

.......

Sweat trickled down my face, mixing with the stress and pain covering the rest of my body. My shirt was soaked with it. My shoulders ache as my stomach rumbled. My hair fell in my vision as I let my head drop forward. The heat was overwhelming, it was like I was sitting next to a fire on a 100 degree day. I was tired, starved and afraid. I was afraid of dying in this hell hole, of never being found, or being forgotten. I missed Jamie, and all of my friends back home; our late nights, either staying in watching old movies or going out. I miss Mom and Dad, and my sister, our fun family traditions; game night, movie night, any night. I missed Niall. I missed him a lot more than I thought I would ever miss someone. I missed the way he smiled as he listened to his favorite song, the way his eyes lit up when ever he got excited, the way he laughed at the stupid jokes that no body understood. Just Niall being Niall was enough for me. My heart hammered in my chest as the tears threatened to spill. I couldn't breathe, my life coming out in heaving sobs. I was sick of the mossy smell, the gray walls, and Doug. I wanted out. I screamed with the breath I could muster up.

I was furious about Jamie being right. Doug has hurt me more than I could imagine, and It was too late now to reverse this. I was mad at Doug for even doing this, for trapping me. he anger started to boil inside me, getting higher and warmer. My heart thumping in my chest as I screamed again. I let it all out. All the resentment I had stored, along with all my mistakes. The raging fire inside me that had been shot down so many times. Everything I wanted to do with my life that I was too scared to do. every adventure I passed by.  All of the things that I'll miss. Then I screamed at me, myself and I for being so naïve. Thinking that things will turn out ok and exactly how I want I to be, without me doing anything. I was lazy and unaware.

I lifted my head up to scream one last time, hoping that someone will hear it.

That's when I saw the smoke curling through the door. Shaping the cracks of the only exit available, like a snake wrapping around it's prey. It's arms running against the floor, just barely touching. The orange glow of it's master lingering just outside of the daunting door. Struggling against the ropes holding me down, I tried to free myself.

 The smoke bit at my nose and smothered my mouth. I gagged as my lungs burned and heaved. Coughing, I struggled and pushed the rope apart. I could feel it loosening around my wrist.

I could feel the fire inch closer and closer second by second.

My hands broke free of the penurious bondage. I immediately reached for my feet, untying the knots. Breathing a sigh of relief, I stood in a hurry. My head spun and my foot screamed in agony. I looked down to see the black and blue ankle; swollen, and very painful. Clinching my jaw, I bent down to my knees and started crawling. Half way through the smoldering flames, there was a thumping noise on the other side of the door.

The door crumbled as a foot kicked it away. A woman, my age stood there. The fire roaring behind her, and smoke coiling around her making her look deadly. She held a gun in her hand.

Pointed. Right. At. Me.

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