The Safe House

When Blaine runs away from her own wedding she has no idea where she is going. She has nowhere to go. When a handsome young man invites her to stay with him, that marks the spot when her life gets flipped upside down.
When she finds love with one of the five boys she meets, she knows she is in deeper than she ever could have imagined.
Louis finds the girl and invites her back to his home but when he falls for her he knows he is in deeper than he ever could have imagined.

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      The diner was quiet. The coffee was bitter. It was peaceful and serene. Consisting of only the waitress, a cook in the back and a young woman with blonde hair tucked in a blue ball cap sitting a few booths down from me; the silence was comfortable.

I sat checking media platforms, discovering there hasn't been a missing persons report published yet. He probably thinks I'm gonna come back or that I'm gonna end up dead on my own. The thing is if I go back to him, I get the same result. That's why I'm better off here in the warmth and comfort of a strange café in a strange town. Suddenly the little bell over the door rings and I brush it off. Nathan would never find me here.
I pull my beanie from my bag and put it on, this place was a comfortable temperature but I was a goose flesh mess. 

"Tea, splash of milk and a sugar, love." 

I glanced up at the counter and a man a little taller than I (or it looked like it from a distance), wearing a dark jacket, scarf and black pants was ordering. He turned once he was finished and locked eyes with me for a moment. I couldn't tell the colour of his eyes from here but I could tell they were bright. His hair was a little messy. Boyish. He turned to take his drink from the counter and I stared back down at my phone. Still nothing about a missing girl.

"So what are you in for?" The voice came from in front of me. My gaze shot up and the guy from the counter was standing next to my booth. "You look a little jumpy. May I?" I motioned for him to sit.

"Sorry, do I know you?" I asked, my brows furled together. 

"No, I don't believe so. We can change that however, if you wish." He paused. "I couldn't help but notice you staring at me from down here." 

"It wasn't only me staring, now was it?" He chuckled lightly.

"No, I suppose not. So please, answer my first question."

"What would that be?"

"What are you in for?" He kept his eyes locked on me as he sipped his drink. His face was wonderfully sculpted and under the dim light above us I could finally see his eyes were a shade of green. I sat for a second trying to come up with a story but he could obviously read my face as he said: "The truth would be preferable." 

"I just spent the day running away from my own wedding, so another coffee would be what," I breathed the last few words alone. "I. Am. In. For." I took the last sip from my cup and the stranger looked me up and down. He summoned the waitress for another cup of coffee and tea.

He cocked his head to the side and looked me up and down again while he was in thought. "Do you have anywhere to go?"

I smiled. "No. Nowhere." He sat silent for another moment. The waitress came with two mugs.

"I have a place not so far from here. You could crash there if you'd like." 

"You could kill me there and bury me in the backyard for all I know." He laughed and continued to grin.

"You're giving me very interesting ideas, I was thinking more lock you in the cellar but that wouldn't be as fun." He paused, "No but really, you can come to my place. It's me and four others living there. I couldn't get away with murder if I wanted to."

He certainly was beautiful and his humor was even nicer. It was my turn to look him up and down, as if I hadn't had my turn doing that yet. "I'll take you up on that offer, just as long as you send my remains to my ex in a box with a pretty bow."

"I'll see what I can do--" He stopped. "What's your name, love?"

His priorities were straight. Asking me to stay at his home when he didn't even know my name. "It's Blaine. How about you stranger?"

"Louis. Louis Tomlinson, at your service." 

We got up from our booth after finishing our drinks and paid at the counter then I followed him in my car to his residence.

 

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