Bailey: Hiding a FugitiveMature

We were both ready and shared a kiss before leaving the flat. We were in the lift on the way down when she flashed me a cheeky smile. I shook my head sternly but I melted once our lips met. Before she had chance to do anything else, the doors opened onto the first floor.

"Sorry." The man said, sidling into the lift. We waited for the doors to close and stood awkwardly as the lift descended the final floor. It felt like it was taking twice as long as it should. I felt her hand by my side so I took it in mine, smiling at her.

The lift doors opened on the ground floor and the man shot us a little smile before leaving the confined space. We were about to follow him when she saw a man entering the building. I heard her swear under her breath, jabbing the button for my floor repeatedly. I leaned over, pressing another button and watched as the doors closed in front of us.

"Well?" I asked, looking at her panicked face.
"You know." She couldn't look me in the eyes - I knew who it was.

"Well, what do we do?" I asked. "Or, what are you going to do about it?" She looked at me, her eyes seconds from crying.

"I don't know. Help." She fell into my arms and I kissed her on the top of her head.

"It'll be alright. Let's get back inside." The lift doors opened and I ushered her out. I pressed the button for the top floor, feeling a little childish. It would buy us a bit of time anyhow. I fumbled for my key before pushing the door open. We both rushed inside, looking for a place to hide.

"What if we pretend that we aren't here?" I asked, wondering if that was a good idea or not. I reached for the light switch, turning it off and ducking out of sight. I saw Daisy do the same; we shared a brief, silent laugh at our situation. This was so childish but neither of us wanted to face it head-on. Not just yet anyhow.

"Will this work?" She asked, her head popping up from her hiding place. I shrugged my shoulders in an over exaggerated manner, screwing up my face a little to emphasise the gesture.

When there was a knock on the door, her head fell from vision and I pressed myself up against the wall, hoping that they would just go away.

There was another, louder knock.

"I know you're in there." The man called through the door.

I think we both swore but I couldn't tell. I know that I did.

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