Afraid

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TW- ABUSE/VIOLENCE

HAYLEY

Petrified, trembling, shaking.
I havn't looked back in so long, afraid that she will be there. I stumbled over the cobbled streets of london, turning every corner to try and loose her.

I hate her.

How long have I been running? Minutes? Hours?

Finally! I couldn't her her heavy breathing or her stomping feet behind me anymore.
I can relax.

I drop to my knees and grab my bleeding leg. I catch a glimpse of my purple and blue arm. My head is pounding, my throat extremely dry. I am in so much pain. All because of her.

I lean back against the tree I'm sitting under and let out my breath that I didn't even realise I had been holding in.

Why did she come back after all those years, just to continue where she left off? She abandoned me. Why did i trust her again?
I whip my head round as I hear my name being called. I turned so many corners, how did she find me?

I clamber to my feet just as I see her come around the corner.

My mad mother.

I start sprinting again, ducking underneath all the trees, tripping over twigs and rocks on the floor.

I am so scared.

I cant breathe. I don't know where I am anymore. I keep taking random turns, hoping to loose her.

I don't remember her being this crazy before she left me.

Her faint voice is getting quieter and quieter, telling me she's getting further and further behind, but i can't risk stopping again, not after last time.

After what felt like days of  running, I finally recognise the area I am in.

I have no idea where I am going, where I will stay tonight, but all I know is I can not go back to my house, not while my mother is around.
I don't know where she is, if she's taking the right turns, if she knows where I am, I am just hoping she's far away.

I turn what feels like the billionth corner but my body slams into another. I look up, about to apologise, but my eyes lock with a gorgeous green pair staring back at me.
Half of his long, brown, curly hair is tied up in a bun.

He notices my tears and pulls me into him, wrapping his tattoo littered arms tightly around me.

I scream.

He covers my mouth with his hand, still keeping me pinned against his chest.

"Shh shh shh" he hushes me.

"L-l-let me go" i whimper.

"Calm down, you can trust me, I'm harry, harry styles, what is wrong, who are you running from?"

I suddenly feel safe. I've never felt this safe before. So i tell him everything. About me, my name, my age. I start from the beginning, and tell him every detail.
He pulls me closer. He smells sweet. I like it.

I realise I'm still on the run from my mother, so I pull away.

"So sorry I've got to go, my mum could come any second" i tell Harry, as I pull away.

"No I can't let you leave alone, you can come and stay at my house, you can't be alone, Hayley."

I wrap my arms around his torso, holding him tight. I look up at him and nod in response to his generosity. He wipes my tears and takes my hand. We start walking quickly, Harry leading me.

It didn't take long before we arrived at his house. It is modern, big glass windows covering lots of the house. It is tall and black.

He unlocks the door and guides me inside. The hall way is painted a cream colour, with a wooden floor. It has a simple black table in the corner, with a gold coat stand next to it. On the table there is a white dish, where he throws his keys down.

We go through towards the living room, which is the same colour scheme. Cream walls, wooden floor and black tables and sofas, with some simple gold decorations scattered around. It looks unused. Like no one had sat on the sofa in weeks.

The living room joined onto the kitchen, with a long black and gold marble table separating the two areas. The kitchen was painted the same cream, with black and gold marble countertops, white cabinets with gold decorations, as there is everywhere in the house.
Left over take away pizza was sat on the counter.

I sat down on the sofa and put my head in my hands. The tears came pouring out. I feel something on my shoulder. I look up to see Harry looking at me. He opens his arms and i nuzzle into his shoulder, tears still streaming down my face. I feel comforted by him instantly, even though he wasn't saying anything. His presence makes me feel so safe.

I suddenly feel my feet being lifted off of the floor and started moving. I don't know where harry was taking me but I didn't want to lift my head, so I let him carry me up the stairs. Before I knew it I was being placed on a soft surface. A bed.
I open my eyes and see Harry lying next to me, stroking my head, trying to calm me. I reposition myself so my head is resting on his chest. I gently close my eyes and fall asleep, still covered in blood and twigs.

First chapter! I hope you enjoyed it!