Beneath the moonlight (Hiro x reader)

Run

Hey. So this is not only my first hiro x reader, but also my first story. Sorry if there are any references you don't get throughout this story, after all I am a fandom tumblr addict, hiro obsessed, dan and phil and anime watching freak/nerd/geek/serial killer, I know one of you out there knows what I mean, yeah I'm talking to you heh heh heh, I'm so alone. Anyways hope you enjoy the story and no I don't mind constructive criticism.
PS you probably know these anyway
Y/n- your name
H/l- hair length
H/c- hair colour
F/hs- favourite hairstyle
Sorry if I missed any.
Pps sorry if this is a crap story. Byee :)

Run. That's the only word I can think of. I'm afraid they'll catchup, afraid of what they'll think. But I can't keep running forever. Maybe I should just go back, give up. No, I have waited for this day for over three years now, you wouldn't give up now, you couldn't.
Earlier that day
BEEP BEEP BEEP! You slam your hand on the snooze button of your annoying arse alarm clock. You slowly reached over to your bedside table for your phone. As soon as you saw the date on your phone you shot up, it was today. Today was the day you'd been preparing for, for over three years now. Today was the day you ran away from home. You practically rolled out of bed, you were that tired. You had spent all night packing, making sure over and over again that you had everything. It was vital that you had EVERYTHING you needed, as you would not be coming back. You got dressed in your dumb school uniform and brushed your (h/l) (h/c) hair and tied it up in a (f/hs). You trudged onto the playground. "Come on (y/n) only one more day in this hellhole and in about 48 hours you'll be in glorious San Fransokyo, ready to present your invention to SFIT and ready to fulfill your dreams of being a stage performer", you keep whispering this to yourself all day until it was finally time to go home. As you walk through the door you are greeted by your sweet and caring father. " Hi honey, how was school."
"It was alright" you lied.
"Good" he replied cheerfully. you really did love your dad, you loved all of your family, there was just one problem. Throughout your family history, everyone had extremely successful careers, take your parents for example. Your mum is a well trained and famous doctor around the entire country, and your dad is a teacher at the most famous science university in Wales (that's where you live, if it isn't just pretend it is). You really do love your parents, the problem is the fact that you truly do love science, of course you do but it's not what you want to do with your life.Saying that, you do want science to be a part of your life, and whenever you have spare time, you will probably being doing something sciency if that's even a word, but its not what you want to do. You wanna be onstage. Singing in front of millions, having the audience hanging on your every word, dancing to your little hearts content. That's what you want to do, that's your dream. However, your parents want you to do something scientific with your life. 3 years ago, when you were 12 years old, you summed up the courage to tell your mum what you really wanted to do, and what did she do, she stood there and laughed. " Oh (y/n), you've got me in a giggling fit now" she splutters.
"Mum please stop laughing, why are you laughing?" you plead.
"Because you're being ridiculous" she continues to splutter.
"I'm not, I really want to do this."
"Honey, you could use your fantastic brain to help people or invent life changing inventions, not to sing and prance around a stage in a frilly skirt."
"But........"
"No buts, this is the last I want to hear about this, understood."
"Understood" you choke.
"Good, I do love you (y/n)" she says kneeling down an stroking your hair.
"I love you more"
"I love you most."
You still remember that conversation to this day. Normally, people would think that someone saying that would totally knock you down, but funnily enough, you found it made you stronger. It made you stronger, because you wanted to prove your parents wrong. You could do it and you would do it. When it was time to go to bed, you got changed into your pjs and got into bed. "Goodnight sweetheart"
"Goodnight mum, goodnight dad" you say. As soon as they leave you grab your phone, set the alarm for 3:00 am, put it on silent and put it in your pajama pockets, so when it vibrated it would wake you up in time. At 3:00 am on the dot, your phone vibrated, you were now awake. You grabbed your suitcase you'd prepared the other night, and lugged it down the stairs, making as little noise as possible. The silence sent shivers down your spine. What broke the silence was your cats sharp meows. "Shhh Zebe (my cats name, sorry if you don't have a cat, just roll with it) they might hear you." You reach down to give Zebe one last stroke, when you hear the dreaded words.
"Oi who's down there" you heard your mother yell.
" Shit" you whispered. What were you going to do. You could hear your mums heavy footsteps creeping down the stairs. You belted it out the door. What if they caught you? What unbelievable excuse would you have to give that would explain why you were outside at 3:00 am with nothing but a torch, a suitcase with all the belongings you could fit in it and a passport?.Suddenly you had an idea. Well not so much of an idea, just a word, the only word you could think of in that situation. Run.