Runaway ( A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 58: Calm Before The Storm

All good things must come to an end.

For however long our little bubble lasted, I would give anything just to stay in it forever. Like a caterpillar who never leaves its cocoon. But the end only brought me back to the harsh reality of our very different lives. Maybe we could've stayed in that space a little longer together but Harry's phone rang and the look of regret he cast in my direction after looking at the caller ID was enough to let me know that it was an important call. It was enough to remind me that whatever happened in this house...in this room...will all be over the minute we leave.

And maybe, just maybe, there will be some semblance of it during the rest of the tour where we go back to hiding behind closed doors and disguises, but at the end of it all, when he takes that last bow at the last show, what purpose do I really serve being in his life and he in mine anymore?

How do we know that this...attraction between us is real and not some concoction of feeling like we have to because we spend so much time together mixed with fantasy?

After he left the gym, I didn't feel like sticking around either. My creative juices weren't flowing anymore. Any routine ideas that I once had already dissipated.

So I found my way back to my room, surprisingly without getting lost this time, stripped off my dance clothes, and hopped in the shower. After I got dressed, I checked my phone to see that it was already after lunch and as if on que, my stomach growled at me.

I was hungry. I wonder what we're doing for lunch today.

Leaving the threshold of my room, I made it just to the top of the staircase, only hear music coming from downstairs. A very familiar song was playing. Fuelled by my curiosity, I descended the long-winded stairs and walked towards the sound. The volume grew louder and louder as I approached the living room so I made a beeline to it, only to stop in my tracks at what I saw.

You know when you were younger, you and your cousins or siblings, would dress up and put on shows for your families? Those really embarrassing ones that were caught on camera that make your older self want to secretly steal all evidence of footage and burn it to ash? Yeah, I feel like I just walked into one of those.

How do I-

I can't even begin to comprehend the scene before my eyes at the moment.

Maybe it was Mari in a considerably tiny tutu. The one she wore for her 3rd birthday.

Maybe it was Harry wearing a bedazzled pillowcase, no doubt from Mari's bedazzler gun, around his waist like a skirt.

Maybe it was the recognizable Hannah Montana "Nobody's Perfect" video of a live performance playing on the flat-screen TV that they're both standing in front of.

Or maybe what takes the cake is watching them have their eyes glued to Miley Cyrus as she performed the iconic song while they try to copy her every move.

They were so into it that neither of them saw me standing behind them at the entrance of the living room with the most confused yet amused expression I've ever held in my life. And what did I do? Leave my phone back upstairs in the bedroom. Now I had no way of documenting this comedic scene.

The video stops playing suddenly so Harry must have paused it as he held a remote in his hand.

"So is it like a one-two step? Or is it a one and two step?" Harry asks Mari with both hands on his hips.

"It goes shake, shake, shake," She demonstrates the shaking hips move from the "Nobody's Perfect" video just like Miley Cyrus, "then one-and-two, and one-and-two" She slowly shows him the footwork to the routine and I swear I felt my jaw hit the floor when Harry follows her every move. Down to the hip-shaking!