Runaway. {Harry Styles Fan-Fiction}

Chapter 2

The dark of the night is really setting in now. The only lights are the small street lamps that fill the streets. The bus ride seems so short. That's probably because I fell deeply asleep for most of it. The bus now slowly comes to a halt before letting the passengers off. I weave through the seats, to finally get off the bus.

I step out into the darkness. Where do I go now? I don't have a car, and there is no other bus. It's much to dark to go wandering through the streets. I can see some dull street lights, I decide to walk on the cement path beside them. I need to find a place to stay. There is a cheap motel just ahead.

"Oh, excuse me." I feel someone roughly bump into me.

"Sorry." I look away.

"Hello love." I hear a boy around my age, or maybe older say. I need to get out of here. I don't know how to communicate without looking like a fool.

"Hi," I keep my eyes faced to the floor.

"What's you're name?" Some random boy just chatting me up on the streets. Why? This is weird.

"I'm Jayde." I finally look up to see a gorgeous, tall, boy, who's eyes sparkle with bright shades of green, and who's dark coloured curls flop in the wind.

"Hello, I'm Harry." His gaze meets mine.

"Well, nice to meet you, Harry but I really need to be going." I say and hurry away.

"But," I hear him say as I run away. I'm so stupid. He was perfect, and I just let him go away, I made a fool of myself. The whole point of leaving was to find a new life, right? To be normal, and actually meet boys, like the one who i just spoke with, and go on dates, like a normal 18 year old.

Harry's P.O.V.

Who was she? Jayde. That's all I knew. That's all I could figure out before she scurried off. I want to know more. She's mysterious, it's intriguing. I can't just let her run off. I follow after her, keeping my distance, making sure not to frighten her. I see her enter an awfully run-down, disgusting motel. What's she doing in There? I want to know, and I will figure out.

I stay back for a few more moments before entering the hotel.

"Hello, a girl named 'Jayde' just came in here, what room is she in?" Why would I even ask. They're not going to tell me.

"14B" An old large man, wearing a sloppy white shirt grunts at me.

"Thank you." I walk down the hall, taking some time.

"10B, 11B, 12B, 13B," I mumble off the room names to myself. "Ah-ha, 14B." I take time before knocking in the door.

"Hello," It's her. The girl from just a few minutes ago. He face looks confused.

"Hi," I rub the back of my neck nervously.

"W-what are you doing here?" She stuttered out.

"Well, once I saw you run away, I wanted to know more, more than just your name. Your mystery, it intrigues me." I say to her.

"Well, um, you can come inside if you want." She widens the door.

"Thanks." I walk inside.

Jayde's P.O.V.

Did he follow me here? This is embarrassing, him seeing me in this place.

"Why are you staying in this dump?" He examines the filthy walls, and horrific bed.

"It's just the only place I can go. I don't feel comfortable telling my life story to a stranger..."

"Well, I don't have to be a stranger, you could stay at my flat."

"Well, I also don't feel comfortable living with a stranger." I laugh.

"Right, but you don't have to stay here. It's unhealthy. And you need to get that cut looked at." He steps closer and brushes his thumb over my scar.

"Yeah, I know..." I touch the scar myself.

"You don't have to tell me everything now, you can stay at my place, then when you're ready to open up, I'll be there." He smiles. I haven't even known this boy for a day, and he already wants me to move with him.

"B-b-but I don't even know you." I stuttered.

"But you will. Please just trust me." He batts his beautiful bright green eyes at me, and holds out a hand.

"Ok," I may regret this soon, but I take his hand and let him guide me from the room.

"Here." I toss the room key at the slob at the front desk.

"We're going to have to find my car." Harry tells me.

"Ok, where is it?"

"Um, somewhere by the club I think." He rubs his head.

It takes us no time to find his vehicle.

"Ready?" He opens the passenger side door to allow me in. I nod, and climb in the car.

"Sorry if I scared you, showing up at the motel and stuff."

"It's ok." I decide not to tell Harry that he scared the shit out of me.

"I have an extra room in my flat, you can have it all to yourself." He decided to change the subject.

"Oh, thanks." I'm still awkward about talking to him.

We pull up to Harry's place. It's huge. He guides me inside.

"Harry, your place, it's amazing." I look around.

"Yeah, my parents own some big company." He explains.

"Oh, wow." I say.

"Um, you're room is right down the hall, if you want me to how you." He says nervously.

"Yes, thank you." Again, he takes my hand, and swerves me around the furniture, and to my room.

"Thank you, for like taking me in. I'll be out as soon as possible. I promise. I won't be a bother." I assure him.

"Don't worry love, you can stay as long as you like. I don't mind." He smiles at me.

"Well, I'm going to take a shower, then we can talk a bit ok?" I suggest to him.

"Sounds great. I'll be out on the couch." He points to the other room.

"Ok, give me 10 minutes." I smile widely. He walks out of the room, and down the hall. When I finally find its safe to strip down, I do. I make sure to lock the bathroom door. I can't believe I just moved in with a complete stranger.

Harry's P.O.V.

I can't believe I just invited a complete stranger to live with me. I needed a way t get to know her better.

"Hey," she says coming from the bathroom a few minutes later. She's wearing a new change of night clothes, her hair is damp, and wavy. She sits beside me on the couch.

"Ready to talk?" She asks.

"Yeah." I look directly at her. I never noticed just how beautiful she is. She has bright, glimmering, he eyes, and beautiful, wavy blonde hair, which falls just beneath her shoulder blade. Her cheeks are naturally a pale pink, and her lips are pink, and glossy.

"Ask me anything. Just not about how I ended up here." I snap out of it.

"Ok, well, how old are you?" I ask her.

"18." She answers my question quickly.

"I'm 20." I smile at her. "You know what? I'm done with questions. I want to figure you out on my own. It's more of a challenge. I like that." I wink at her.

"Ok, whatever you want." She laughs. This is going to be interesting.