Nefarious [h.s]

Chapter 47.

I slowly wake from sleep, my eyes squint from the sun shining through the window.

"Ella." I hear Harry whisper. He hovers above me peppering kisses all over my face. "Wake up." He continues to whisper.

"No." I whine, taking the blankets and covering my face.

Very quickly, the covers get yanked off of my body and the cold air hits my skin. I curl into my body in attempt to warm myself.

"We have places to be." I feel his hands wrap around my ankles, pulling me to the edge of the bed. I let out a small yelp, quickly snapping my hand to my mouth scared the other guys heard. Harry moves my hand away from my lips. "It's a little to late to try and hide now, love."

I sit up from the bed. "Do they know everything?"

"Sort of. Just Louis ratted us out the night of the fire."

"Louis? Why would he rat us out? Did I make him mad or something?" I question, unsure why he's do that. Is it just because it's harry?

"I don't think he would have done it on purpose to hurt you. We were all sitting in the bar it it was clear the guys had a few too many drinks and were wasted. We argued a bit but no one was hurt." Harry sits down next to me. "Speaking of the fire, most of your belongings were ruined. But I managed to find this."

I look over, Harry hands me a photo. The edges burnt. I immediately recognize the photo he gave me. It's a photo of my mum and I. I smile down at the photo. I quickly wipe the small tears that try to creep out.

"So uh what am I supposed to wear?" I ask. "All my other belongings were ruined so that means my clothes as well. I can't just live in your clothes."

"I mean you could." He shrugs his shoulders. "But I made Liam go out earlier and he picked up a few outfits. They may not be the best but they will work for now."

"Oh yeah, I've been meaning to ask." A thought clicks into my mind. "I don't know if I want the answer to this honestly... who's place is this? Cause it looks like an old lady's home but your clothes are here."

"Ella, we didn't break into some old lady's house." He chuckles. "We have hideouts in pretty much every state. They are meant to look like we don't live here. Whole point of a hideout. That's why we have maybe at most a week till they find us. They will have to go to each state and check all the hide outs."

"What do we do when they find us?" A nervous feeling fills my gut.

Harry stands from they bed and grabs ahold of my face. Our noses nearly touching. "We run." He presses a kiss to my forehead and walks away to the dresser next to the bed. I watch him dig through the drawers, pulling out clothing.

"But what if I don't want to run anymore?"

Harry turns around facing me. "I guess we better start your training to kick ass, yeah?" I nod my head. It does scare the hell out of me all of this but I have no choice now. It's life or death. "Put this on." He tosses me a pair of black leggings, underwear, a sports bra, and a simple tank top.

I slip off the boxers, keeping the large black t-shirt on, and pull up the panties and leggings. I pull Harry's shirt off my body, not caring if he sees me, putting on the sports bra and the tank top.

Harry goes into the walk-in closet and I hear him shuffling around. He walks out in shorts and a t-shirt.

"What shoes and I supposed to wear?" I sit back down on the edge of the bed.

I watch Harry dig into a drawer pulling out socks and carry over a pair of sneakers, and burn treatment. Kneeling down in front of me, "These socks are too small for me anyway, and I stopped and got you some sneakers." He sets my foot on his knee, applying the burn cream before wrapping my foot in bandages. He softly slides on the socks and then the sneakers. "Do they feel alright?"