Now that Mya has made a run for it, will she be able to survive running from the Mafia, staring a new life and love without been caught?
But what will this mean for Harry and his unbearable love for mya. Will he be able to accept that she has finall...
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Mya Amalia Its nice, lovely in fact waking up next to Harry. He always likes to snuggle close to me as he possibly can, unlike Quinn who'd sleep on the opposite side of the bed to me with his back turned.
I slowly wake up as the light from the outside creeps in through the rather large gap between my curtains. It feels like a warm day today, a perfect day for spending it at the beach. I squint one of my eyes open to look at the plain white wall opposite me. I really need to do something with that wall it's been blank for too long now. I turn my head to see Harry's brown curls on my chest, I admire his body that is sprawled on me, how his chest rises slowly, the muscles in his back that usually tense so easily are relaxed and his lips are parted ever so slightly. My hand tickles his arm for a moment as I just lay so comfortably in my bed while I wake up completely.
I turn my head to my nightstand when my phone buzzes, I carefully remove my hand from under the quilts and take it off charge. I almost choke when I see multiple missed calls from Niall, Poppy, Liam and Louis? i don't even know where they got my number. Along with multiple notifications from Twitter and Instagram. My heart throbs dramatically as I try and see what has happened.
I open up Twitter and I gasp, mine and Harry's faces are plastered all over my feed... Of us kissing.
"Harry." I mumble in panic, He doesn't say anything at first but I shake his arm slightly making him groan out a.
"What?"
"I need to fucking go." I spit out quickly before I get out of the bed, Harry falling onto the mattress. I have no time to react before Im stumbling into my walk-in wardrobe, I grab my large suitcase and grab anything that I can get my hands on, i stumble out of the small room before making my way down the hall to where poppys room is. I knock frantically but get no response.
I rush back into my room to where Harry now is sitting up in the bed, I almost stop for a moment to take in his face. He's so sweet, his eyes are squinted at me while he sits in my bed topless with his curls dangling from his face. "Woah what's going on?" He questions as I grab my phone off the bed and get up my caller list.
"Have a look on your Twitter." I sigh before I walk back into my closet. A faint 'Oh you have got to be fucking joking me' comes from Harry in the other room.
'Mya!' She finally picks up.
"What the fuck?! How has this happened?!" I shout down the phone as im placing it on a chair in the room on loudspeaker.
'I told you! I told you not to do this!'
I throw some pants into the case and groan. "I haven't done anything! I was having fun with someone I love okay!"
I hear some mumbling coming from the background as poppy stays silent. 'Where are you?' She quickly asks me as I finish placing all my clothes inside the case.
