Runaway. {Harry Styles Fan-Fiction}

Chapter 6

"Jayde?" Harry bursts through the door, "Whats wrong? What happened?" He's now running over to my bed.

"M-m-my aunt..." I stutter through my tears. "she left this for me." Harry read the note.

"Jayde..." He begins.

"Harry I have to go." I keep my head down.

"You can't." He demands.

"I have to. My aunt meant for that money to get to me. She wants that jewelry to belong to me. It's the last bits I have of her. I have to go back. I can't leave it."

"But your parents... If they see you back there, they will do something."

"I can't just stay Harry. You just don't understand." I get off of my bed and grab some clothes from my closet.

"Do you have any idea how ridiculous you sound right now?!" He yelled at me.

"Harry, I have to. I cannot leave that there. I can't let my parents get to it. I just can't." I don't look at him and continue packing.

"Please Jayde, you'll get hurt." He grabs my arm just before I walk out of my room.

"I have to take the chance." I shrug him off of me, and walk down the hall. I grab some of my money from the counter, and walk outside.

"Jayde!" Harry yells to me.

"What?!" I yell back.

"Please, I'll go with you. I do have a car. That will be a bit useful won't it?" He waves the car keys in my direction.

"Harry no. I can do this on my own," I keep walking. "I can't let you get hurt."

"Please Jayde. Just let me come with you. Please."

"Harry, you can't." I now stopped my steady walking.

"I can. Jayde please. I can't do this. I cant just let you leave. You have to let me come with."

"I can't let you get hurt." I'm crying again.

"I won't, that's why I'm going! I can't see you get hurt." He stops. I can't hear him walking anymore. I stop and turn around. His car pulled up next to me.

"Please, just get in." He yells through the window.

"Fine." I agree.

"Thank you." He smiles.

***

"Harry, it's getting late." I say as we're still driving. It seems like it's been forever.

"I know, well find a place to stay." He soon stops the car at a decent motel.

"We'll stay here for the night then start driving again tomorrow morning."

"Ok," I continue to gaze at the city through the window. It's a gorgeous place. Big city buildings, with bright lights lining the streets. There's a large lake near Harry's flat, like going there to think. It's serene I like it. Harry and I settle in the motel, and actually get a nights sleep.

The next morning, we hand in our room key, and start driving again. I tell Harry exactly where to drive, I know my way back.

"Turn right here." I point.

"Ok." That's how most of our car conversations went. I heard a loud noise.

"Harry, what was that?" I'm worried.

"Shit. I think we popped a tire." He pulls over and steps out of the car. I decide to join him.

"Yeah, it's the tire." He said. I could see how flat it was getting so quick.