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"He's coming to get her."
Everyone looked in my direction, while I froze on the spot as if I was a deer in headlights. "W-what do you mean?" My eyes never strayed away from Harry as I waited for an answer.
"Hazel," Lola spoke up, sounding cautious about breaking the staring contest her brother and I were having. "Has Lucas tried to get in contact with you over the course of the past few days?"
I broke eye contact with Harry, looking at Lola beside me. Her eyes were wide and full of worry.
"He texted me a couple times asking me to come home, saying that he would come get me if I didn't, but I never thought he would actually do it." I stammer out. What have I gotten myself into?
"Why was he threatening to come get you in the first place?" Harry's harsh voice cuts through the air like a knife. "What are you really doing here?"
My eyes widen as I try to come up with an excuse of what I'm doing here, but I can't think quick enough. They can't know the real reason why I ran away. "That... that's none of your business." I swallow down my nerves as I face Harry, his green eyes boring into mine.
They flare up with anger as he shoots up out of his seat, never taking his gaze off me. "It's my business when it's putting my bar and my friends in danger!" His hand slams down on the counter, making me involuntarily flinch.
"Hazel," Lola says, her voice a lot softer than Harry's. "We need to know why you're here." She puts her hand comfortingly on my shoulder, silently encouraging me to talk.
I look around the room at everyone, they're all watching me, waiting expectantly for me to talk. I take a deep breath, preparing myself to tell them everything, because they deserve to know, even if that means exposing my fucked up mess that you call a life.
"I ran away."
Harry breathes out a menacing chuckle. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"I ran away the night before I met Lola at the park. Lucas and his friends, t-they were having a party."
"We were there." Niall added. I nodded to him, now remembering seeing the group walk into the party as I ran out.
"Anyways, they were making remarks, which wasn't anything new for them. But then they..." I started fumbling with my fingers, picking at the skin around my nails. My eyes drifted away from Harry's gaze and down to my feet. I took a deep breath before continuing, not daring to look any of them in the eye. "They touched me. It wasn't anything big, but Ross touched me and I freaked out, so I ran out of there. When I got home, my dad... he was drunk. Like completely black out drunk. He... he said some hurtful things and I couldn't take it anymore so I came to the city."
