Listening To The Silent Lyrics

What happens when your ordinary life turns into a drama? What happens when your dreams become true and you meet the love of your life? Well this is it for 16 year-old Lucy Mai. But this is no fairy tale. This is real life.


51. Hungry

Lucy's pov

Hours later, we were still in the same room with no plan still and we are starving. I haven't eaten since the toast yesterday and I need a pee... I don't know about Harry though. He's been mute since I told him my phone was dead. He cant have given up already, can he?

"Lucy, I want you to be honest with me here, please." He spoke up and I looked down to him from the bed. He had a serious expression on his face and his eyes bore right into mine. "What happened, all those days ago that made us fight? What happened in Simons office?" Feeling my awkward silence, he said, "don't answer if you don't want to, I don't want to fight again."

I sighed and propped myself up on the bed for more comfort. "Promise you won't go all ape shit on me?" I asked. He nodded and held up his pinky finger to promise me. Aww. "You know I said my family died in that robbery? Well I found out who it was." I take a deep breath and then say, "Simon." 

At first there is silence. Then, there is a loud thud. "What the actual fuck?!" He yells and when I look at him, he is stood up, fists balled and ready to hit something.... Or someone. 

"You promised you wouldn't go ape shit!" I yell back. He slowly relaxes and sits beside me.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asks gently.

"Because you'd react like this." I say quietly, on the verge of tears. He wraps an arm around my shoulder and pulls me into his chest.

"I'm sorry. I am so so so sorry." He apologises. "When I next see him I swear to god I will fucking kill him."

"Please don't. You need you're career as much as I do too. Think of the other boys as well." I let a single tear drop. The door unlocks and Julia comes in again. In her hands, she holds some food for us to eat. 

"Awe is wittle Lucy crying over spilt milk?" She mocks me and I give her a death glare. She smirks and sets down the tray of bread and water. "Just shut up and get on with it." Julia snarled at me. 

"Oh just get the fuck out woman!" Harry yells at her. She starts slowly for the door and is hurried as a shoe is thrown at her. "Bitch." Harry mumbles. I look up to him and smile.

"That wasn't nice." I grin at him. 

"Neither is she." He smiles back and kisses my head.

The next hour is silent but comfortable. Harry kept me in his arms as he sang quietly to me just random songs. Then we fell asleep. And oh god, I swear if I don't pee soon my bladder will burst.

I get up during the middle of the night, for the food. Nom nom nom. Well, it is only bread so it's not that yummy. But it was something to stop my belly rumbling. I gave Harry more than half the bread that was on the tray. I can't have him getting sick or ill. Plus, he can't argue that the sharing wasn't fair because he's still asleep and doesn't know how much there really is.

Ekkk Julia better come back soon as I really will just pee on the floor. And that's disgusting....

I take my time to look around the room. I haven't really had a chance to observe it. The walls are green. The floor is made out of wooden planks packed tightly together. Apart from the desk, wardrobe, bed and window; the was nothing. Nada. 

Wait, the window! Bloody heck, why didn't I see that before? Am I that stupid. I get up off the floor and tip toe to the window. It's old and only single glazed, making it easy to brake. The frame was painted white, but it was peeling off. How crappy are these? I look for the opening but find none. What is a window that can't open?

Maybe I can find something to smash it with. I have shoes, a suitcase, a tray, maybe I could brake some wood off the bed or wardrobe and smash it open with that?

"HARRY!" I yell to wake him up. " Harry get your fat lazy arse out of that bed before I throw the water over you and mess up your hair!"I carry on shouting.Then, I climb onto the bed and jump up and down and.... That sounds so wrong... Bed, up and down... Yeah,

"I'm counting to three mister!" I tell him, sounding like a adult telling off a child. 

"One..." I say and nothing happens but a twitch of his arms. He's not dead, right? Oh fuck, have I killed him?

"Two..." My voice uneven and shaky. Still nothing. I get off the bed and run to the water, 

"THREE!" Someone yells and hands attack my waist. I jump in the air and shriek. What the hell?

"You bastard!" I turn around and smack Harry's arm playfully. Fucking wanker! How dare he scare me like that! At least I didn't have the water in my hands...

"Awe did I scare little Lucy?" He chuckles. His hair was lopsided and his eyes were still slightly closed with sleep around them and dark bags from the hangover still were visible. 

"Quiet child." I pout.

"Why did you wake me up anyway?" He asks, stretching his arms in the air.

"'Cuz you stink like shit." I teased. He rolls his eyes and pokes his tongue out at me. "Seriously though, I think I've found a way out of this hell hole." 

"Really?!" He asks almost instantly. I nodded, feeling proud. "How then?"

"Well, that window is as crap as anything and we've got a lot of things we can smash it open with. Look, it's single glazed, chipped around the edges and just crap full stop." 

"Oh. How come we didn't notice that? It's so obvious." 

"Uh-huh. That's what I thought." 

"Are we seriously that dumb?"

"I think so."

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