Runaway. {Harry Styles Fan-Fiction}

Chapter 4

Jayde's P.O.V.

I can tell Harry is enjoying my modeling skills.

"Last one!" I yell out to him whilst tugging my shirt over my head.

"Damn it." I laugh at his remark.

"It's only the first store." I wink at him as I walk from the dressing-room, now in a cute, black party dress that comes just above my knees. I don't know what I'll use this for. I'm never going to party's. I just thought it was cute. Harry's sparkling green eyes shot open.

"Like it?" I shyly ask.

"I love it." His green orbs remain wide open.

"Well, that's all from here. I can't get all of it though." I yell while changing back to my original clothing.

"Why not?"

"I can't make you pay for all of that." I walk out of the room.

"Oh, yes you can." Harry barges into the dressing-room, grabs everything, and heads to the register.

"Harry," I grab his shoulder as he's placing all the clothing, and accessories on the cashier's counter.

"No, I want to buy this. You don't have to worry." He waves a golden credit-card in my face.

"Whatever you say." I remain standing behind him.

As we walk I can't help but look at Harry. He's strange. He intrigues me just as I intrigue him. Looking a him, he doesn't seem like much of a 'sweet-heart' like he is. He looks tough, and mean. He wears a rough looking jacket, with tight jeans and black shoes. When he smiles it's not like a happy smile, Although I know it is, it's either a tough-guy half smile, or an evil grin. The evil grin is quite Appealing though. He's hiding something behind those mesmerizing green eyes of his.

I slip my arm with his as we continue to walk through the shopping centre.

Harry's P.O.V.

She's so innocent. Or so I think. I have no idea. I'm still figuring her out. From the small amount of information I've gotten I've realized that she's lived with her parents her while life, dropped out of school, and there's something with that jewelry box. I've gotten no where with this. Her mystery is frustrating yet fascinating. I can't choose which more. I've never been this attached to a girl before. I've sure never asked a random girl I found in a motel to live with me. That's for sure. I've never had a 'relationship'. I've slept with women whom I was to drunk to even bother learning their names. Never a real relationship. That's happened numerous times. I never go on dates. I've never been so interested in a girl. Jayde has changed that. I don't know what it is about her that truly drives me crazy. It's just something. Something indescribable.

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Jayde's P.O.V

"Harry, you didn't have to do all of this." I say to him as we're sorting all my new items, and hanging me in my closet. I'm putting my bottoms into a neat pile, while Harry puts my tops on hangars and into the closet.

"I wanted to. How many times to I have to tell you?" He demands.

"Sorry." This angry side is new.

"No, I'm sorry." He immediately snaps back.

We put everything away in a dead silence. It's gotten awkward since Harry's outburst. I look at the large pile of jewelry and other accessories. There's no way that's all gonna fit into my small jewelry box. I just lay it all in piles on top of the dresser.

"I'm going to go sleep. We'll go shopping again tomorrow." Harry seems weird.

"Um, ok. Night." I respond as normally as possible. Something is wrong with him right now.