runaway||h.s. au

11:46 p.m.//two

As expected, Harry was baffled.

He must've stared at me, completely dumbfounded, for a good three minutes, nearly long enough to convince me to walk away, before he found his voice again. The boy wouldn't let me catch a break, as he continued to shoot question after unanswered question.

"From what?"

His question was innocent, as he was anticipating a concrete answer. That night, he was waiting for a physical place that I was fleeing from, however when the words left his mouth, I was faced with a million flashbacks flying at me all together. Why he was so interested, I wasn't sure, but it wasn't like I had anywhere in particular to be anyway. This time, I was the one at a loss for words, scrambling in the dirt for a way to explain my whereabouts and why.

"A lot of things, I guess. If you're looking for a certain answer, my home." I finally concluded, the oddly curious boy hanging out his window now frowned, eyebrows knitting together. His long fingers were curled around the edge of the windowsill to prevent himself from falling, gripping so tight his toned skin took on a more pale complexion. He continued to stare at me with those piercing green eyes of his, as if waiting for me to explain further, which I didn't. I waited until he did exactly what I figured he would; voiced his curiosities.

"From your house? As in, you're running away?" He didn't seem to comprehend any of the words leaving my lips, because no matter how clearly I spoke it, Harry would question my words for reassurance. This time, I didn't waste my breath, merely giving a nod in response. This enough seemed to satisfy him, and he gave me a curt nod before withdrawing his head from the window and back into the room he came from, which I assumed was his bedroom. I took this as my cue to leave, turning swiftly on my heel. I was greeted by the same exact silence that had overtook me previous to the delay. The same streetlights were shining light through the otherwise dark neighborhood, outlining the sidewalk for me to return to. My fingers fumbled with the drawstring bag in correspondence to my rumbling stomach, deciding it would be a sufficient time for a snack.

I pulled out the granola bar I had packed, the last one I had salvaged from the cabinet to be exact. My trek was to nowhere was to be resumed once again, despite the small bump in the road I had faced. The taste of the sweet, chocolate chip goodness only made it to my lips for an approximate three seconds, before it slipped from my fingers. "How would you survive? I mean, the temperatures can drop pretty low here in the winter, and if you ever tried to make money, then surely someone would realize you're a missing girl." Just when I thought it was over, his familiar voice returned, this time much closer. Swiveling around, I found myself face to face with the same boy who had been dangling himself out of a window a few minutes prior. I couldn't decipher which was more annoying--his questions themselves, or the fact that they never stopped.

"Why're you following me?" I responded with a question, my mind preoccupied with the fact that my only snack of the night was now food for ants, thanks to the rambling boy who stood before me. There must be a possibility that he was secretly a little kid, trapped inside an eighteen year old's body. That would explain why he looked so awkward, while having the incapability to keep his mouth shut. I was in the midst of debating whether to abide by the three second rule, or be generous to the animals. By the time I came to a decision, the three second rule was no longer an option.

Harry now held my attention, seeing as he appeared to be interested in whatever I was partaking in. I had tilt my head back in order to meet his gaze, which was already fixated on me, might I add. A goofy grin was set across his lips, almost as if someone had told him a funny joke, and he was trying his hardest to maintain a straight face, while ultimately failing to do so. "Do you expect me to not be intrigued by a mysterious girl running rampant through the streets late at night?" Thankfully, his question was rhetorical this time, and a tad exaggerated.

Another small laugh escaped my parted lips, for the second time since I stumbled across him. "I highly doubt I'm mysterious, and don't you think that rampant is a bit much?" I quizzed again, our conversation being made up mainly by questions, on his behalf. My position changed, arms crossing over my chest nearly defensively, as I awaited a reply, more than likely in the form of a question. Instead, I was gifted with an eyeroll, and the shake of a head.

"Explain to me why you're running away." He settled on a statement, one that required a long explanation. Aside from the sweatshirt from earlier, his outfit consisted of sweats, and shoeless feet, nothing more nothing less. His large hands were hidden by his pockets, eyebrow raised and shoulders hunched.

It shocked me that this boy found it so simple to describe all that I had went through to get me to the stage I found myself at now, but then again, how could he? "We'll be out here all night if I tried to explain," I laughed, certainly not thinking what was to come next. Let's say, Harry Styles turned out to be one of the most persistent, and awkward, boys to grace this earth. Before I could register what he was doing, his hand had latched onto mine, giving a gentle tug in the direction of his large house.

"Then come explain it somewhere a bit warmer," He shrugged, causing my eyes to widen at what he was suggesting. To say there had been a strange turn of events, would be an understatement. In the span of an hour, I transformed from a lost girl wandering the streets, to being invited into the home of no doubtedly, the most popular boy to attend my high school. Suddenly, my feet were rooted into the ground, my body not budging an inch when he pulled me forward. Despite the force of his yanking, the only thing following were my arms, the rest of my being frozen still. It was apparent that this didn't faze Harry in the slightest, but then again, this was no more strange than the previous situations. Finally, something began to move, but it wasn't my feet.

"I..In your house?" My voice was frazzled, but not soft. It wasn't like his offer, or insisting, surprised me, but at the same time, it did.

"Well if you want to get exact, my room."

"Your room?"

"Yes, my room. Do I have to repeat everything?" Harry looked to be getting irritated by my stacking amount of questions.

Ironic.

  a.n. i already have an idea for another full fanfiction, while this one will be (hopefully) around ten chapters!

  thank you && happy reading!

-n