I grab my duffel and fill it with my toiletries, clothes, and any old precious items. Luckily I don't have to pack much, so I can leave just in time for no one to notice. I check the alarm clock on the side table.
1 a.m.
Good. Everyone is sleeping. I grab a black jacket with a hood and my converse and pull both on. I tip toe down the stairs of our house and silently grab three-hundred dollars from the shelf that holds my life savings.
Of course I write a note. It would be just plain cruel to leave without any evidence. I explain to them that I ran away and will not be coming back until I can be with Zayn.
If I can't be with Zayn. And I don't have Cassidy. And my parents hate me. What's the point of staying here? There isn't one. I run out the front door, spare key in hand. The air is chilly. And the sky is still slightly dark. I walk over to the bus stop just in time for the bus to drive up. I know what you're thinking, I'm dropping out of school! Well actually there was only about a month or two till high school was officially over and people would begin to go to collage. I glanced one more time toward my house and hopped onto the bus handing the man a five dollar bill. The back seats are my favorite, I use my duffel as a pillow and prop my legs up on the chair next to me.
Are they just going to never know what happened to me? I'm definitely not hiding. Would they even care? I know Zayn would.
It wasn't long till my eyes began to droop and I completely fell asleep.
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'Miss excuse me? Excuse me?' A lady tapped my shoulder. I glanced at my surroundings. I'm still on the hard seat of the bus but a woman about middle aged is standing above me. 'The bus driver said it's time for her shift to end so we have to get off.' She said sweetly. I nodded and picked up my duffel, swinging it over my shoulders.
'Where am I?' I asked a woman after getting off the bus. She completely ignored me and kept walking. I know I am still in London.
'Excuse me!' I walked up to another person, a male this time. 'Where am I?' I asked. He chuckled at me.
'Why your in Cheshire, London!' He announced. Oh so I didn't go very far.
'Well I just got here. Starting a new life!' I said.
'Well I can be your first friend.' He said his curls bouncing.
'My name is Clara.' I stuck out my hand for him to shake. He took it.
'I'm Harry.' He said. 'So where are you living?' He asked. I tap my chin making a humming sound.
'Hmm.. I haven't though about that! Actually no where. What time is it?!' I asked.
'12:00,' he said while checking his watch 'And I have an extra room in my apartment if you would like to stay there for a little while. I mean if you want to.' I beamed at him.
'That'd be so great! Thank you!' I smiled at him.
'Hey you have dimples like me!' He laughed whilst poking my dimples. I Swatted at his hand.
'Don't do that!' I mumbled.
••
ZAYN
'She left?!' I shouted.
'Zayn please get out of our house.' Clara's parents said blankly.
'Can we track her or something?' I asked, shaking my head and completely ignoring their comment.
'No we took her phone!' Her mother cried. She was devastated.
'We don't like your family. Or you. Please leave!' Her father said. I glared at him.
'Fine,' I said slightly annoyed. 'let me know if you find anything.' I said to Clara's mom. She nodded at me with a tissue in hand. I huffed and swung open their front door. With a glare towards her father, I stomped out and slammed their door.
CLARA
It's been a week and I've gotton to know Harry a lot better. I found out he likes bandanas and is really funny. I never got a new phone, but I dont really need one. Harry plans on auditioning for the XFactor soon (imagine he auditioned in 2015) and he asked me to watch his house while he is gone. I gladly took the offer considering I had no where else to go.
I threw on a pair of plaid pair of pajama pants and a tank top and threw my hiar is a messy bun. When I get downstairs, I am greeted with the amazing smell of bacon.
'Is that bacon I smell?!' I slightly shout.
'It is! Guess you Made it?' Harry asked.
'Youuuuuu!' I grin while poking Harry's dimple.
'Your right! Here's your bacon.' He slid a plate across over to me, as I started devouring it. He laughed at me as I finished and threw my plate in the sink.
HARRY
I have to admit, I kind of have a small crush on Clara. She smart and beautiful and funny. She won't tell me anything about her past though so I'm worried it ended badly. I've been pretty smooth around her, but I don't think she's gotten my hints.
'Do you have a boyfriend?' I asked nervously jamming my hands into my pockets as we walk across the cold park.
'No.'
'Do you want one?' I asked again.
'I don't know.' I didn't reply. 'Why do you want to know?' She asked.
'Uh! I don't know...I was just wondering..' She nods.
'Wanna get some ice cream. Since you have to pack later?' By the look of my expression I guess she took it as a yes. She laughed as we walked down to the ice cream shop.
I glanced down at her hand, it hung down emptily. I took a chance and swooped down, taking it into mine. She jumped and gasped. She looked down at it and bit her lip nervously. But she didn't protest. I smiled to myself and looked at her face. It was unreadable and she looked as if she might start crying. I let go of her hand.
'I'm sorry. It's too soon.. Please don't cry!' I said quickly.
'It's okay. I'm fine, I just got out of a relationship.' She said back.
'Oh. I'm sorry.' I said again as we continued to the ice cream shop.
I ordered a sundae with chopped up bananas on the top and Clara ordered Oreo blizzard. We sat at a table and ate in silence. When we were both done we headed back to my place, Clara shivered.
'Are you cold? It was the ice cream wasn't it!' We both had bare arms so I pulled her close in attempt to warm her up. She let it happen and smiled.
'So you leave tomorrow?' She asked when we arrived home.
'Yeah..' I breathed. 'I'm nervous.' I admitted.
'Don't be. You'll do fine! Now you better get your bum upstairs and pack!' She encouraged. I chuckled and went to pack.
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Hey! Sorry it took so long to update! Also sorry for changing POVS so much. It must be annoying. I was trying to get as much information in this chapter without making it bad. Comment what you think! I love reading the comments.
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