*Cat’s POV*

I wondered if he could even tell I knew exactly what he was thinking. For others, it could link the heartache in him to the break-up between him and Eleanor. I knew it was more. I could see it in his eyes as he searched the crowds at concerts, the disappointment in meeting a girl that looked like a girl he though he knew from behind, the dreadful yearning in his eyes as he would stare off into space. He looked so helpless, it actually made me feel bad for keeping my distance.

But I had to. I had a sister that was out to kill me and I had to keep myself hidden. He was involved in the issue of two CIA agents trying to kill me before. He didn’t need to be involved with their daughter trying to get her revenge on me next. Shit, knowing him, he would give up his life in a second just so I wouldn’t be hurt. I wouldn’t allow that again. Never. No.

I was sure he felt me near though. He was always looking. Always. It made me happy knowing he hasn’t let a single thought of me escape his mind, but I sure hoped it wouldn’t let the depression get to his head. I was offering him a chance to go back to the life he had before he found me in that tour bus. I almost laughed remembering him finding me in the shower.

He was kind of slow too. He always looked far and wide, looking for spots where he would think I would hide. If he really wanted to find me, he’d have to look closer. I was actually a lot closer than he though. It didn’t take much to blend into a crowd. Hell, I lived in a flat that was right on top of his. It looked deserted, since I didn’t have much stuff in it, but still.

Right now I was sitting by a window where the fire escape was. I had it wide open, letting the bitter cold air fall in. I reached out, touching the snow that covered on the lines of the metal fire escape. “You know I’m near.” I whispered down at the flat below me. Louis was sleeping in a room right under I was sitting. “I know you can feel me.”

He’s doubted himself so many times. He didn’t think I was never coming back. Ha, poor boy. If only he knew. I’ve never left him. Not once. I’ve been close by his side this whole time. I grabbed a handful of snow, crushing it in my fist letting the cold numb my fingers. “I’ve never left you nor your heart.”

I knew of his feelings too. And I decided that if he were to ever express them publically, I’d show up. I’d let him know I heard loud and clear. Only he’s never expressed himself out loud. That poor boy. His heart was breaking apart because of me, and I couldn’t be there to help him. Not even his best friends, simply because they didn’t know.

I wasn’t stupid. I knew I had feelings for him too. He was the only boy I’ve met outside what I used to call home. He showed me a little of what it’s like to have someone watch over you. He showed me what it is like to protect someone. Because of him, I overcame my fear of what I thought would be the death of me and killed what was holding me back against knowing the world.

I let the wet snow fall from my hand. I stood up from where I was sitting and closed the large window. I rested my hands on the window, allowing them to clench into fist. “I’m right here.” I murmured, my eyes closing as I rested my forehead against the cold window, breathing in.

You just have to look in the right place.