I ran down the street, the tears flowing down my cheeks. My breathing was fast and shallow and I took support against the wall, pressing my forehead against the cool stone as the sobs shook my body. The rain streamed down my cold body, soaking my clothes and I started trembling in the cold wind.
I have nowhere to go. I couldn't go back to Harry, in fact I couldn't go anywhere at all. He would find me. I gulped and turned around, pressing my back against the wall instead. Trying to slow down my raising heart I threw my head back and let the rain caress my face. The cold drops flowed down my heated cheeks, cooling them down. Biting my lip I let the rain mend together with my tears and fall down into my hair.
I closed my eyes and suppressed another sob, internally slapping myself. This could not be it, there had to be some way to fix this. Opening my eyes I calmed myself enough to take another look around. The street was empty due to the rain, but it was lined with smaller stores and some cafés, there had to be a cheap hotel here somewhere.
I started to walk down the street again, this time trying paying attention to where I went. I blinked several times as my sight was dimmish and my mind kept wondering of, exhaustion slowly taking over my senses. It didn't take long to find a hotel, it wasn't in the best condition and the staff were rude but I was way to tired to think. The cry had drained me on feeling and my soaked clothes felt heavy as I dragged myself up to the room. Half unconscious I undressed and fell down on the cold sheets, sleep taking me in its firm grip.
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I woke up with a groan as the sun threw its light over me and pressed my face against the pillow, only to stiffen and shoot up from the bed. A grimace spread over my face as I tried to get rid of the smell. Jeez, that pillow certainly hadn't been washed in a while. As soon as my body had catched up on the quick movement I could feel every muscle scream in protest. I bit my lip and pushed down the tears that streamed to my eyes. With another look around the room I pulled up the blanket in a vain try to bring some warmth to my trembling body.
Suddenly the events from yesterday came to mind and I froze. Harry and Carson. Burying my face in my palms I let out a frustrated sigh. How could I let this happen? And more importantly, how could I drag Harry into this mess? Memories of flames flashed before my closed eyelids and a scared face of a boy looked up at me, the ashes darkening his clean features.
I let out a scream and opened my eyes, tears rolling down my cheeks. I bit my lip and pressed my palm against my forehead. I immediately flinched and removed it, my skin was burning. Well done Grace, really well done. A heavy sigh left my body and I glanced at the door. I should take care of this. I should go find Harry and try to explain it further, or at least make sure he wouldn't come looking for me. I should find a way to make it even with Carson, if that was even possible.
The face of the boy flashed before my eyes again and I fell back down on bed. I had killed his brother. I killed a child. Tears flowed down my cheeks as I stared up at the ceiling unable to move. I wished I could just go back in time and make all those mistakes undone. Squeezing my eyes shut I pressed my palms against my face, but I couldn't could I? So what was the use of laying here like a dead seal and wishing for something that will never happened? Opening up my eyes I forced my sore muscles to work with me as I got up from the bed and stumbled to the bathroom on shaky legs.
I threw an eye at the mirror and suppressed the urge to scream. Slowly inching closer to the small mirror I prayed that it was all a joke, my normally tanned face looked pale except for the skin around my eyes that was red and so swollen that my normally warm dark-blue eyes looked black. My naturally red cherry lips looked dry and chapped. I wasn't usually too fond of my looks- I mean who is?- but this totally took the price. Taking a deep breath I hesitantly let my gaze travel up to my hair and let out a heavy groan.
I brought up a hand and carefully felt the shoulder long-brown locks that had somehow managed to wind itself up on top of my head making it look like I had an afro. A more logical part of my brain reminded me that I had bigger problems to take care of but I shut it up, with everything going on I thought I had the right to have a girly appearance-breakdown.
I managed to find half a comb that I used to make the mess on my head look somewhat more like it should and pinched my cheeks until they got some colour before I went back into the room and put my clothes back on.
Suddenly a loud knock on the door made me jump and I felt my heart sink as the familiar voice shouted through the door. "C'MON GRACE I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE."
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I am so sorry this is really bad written but I had a real hard time with this chapter, I've been working on it for about a week but it still won't work for me. Anyway this is my chapter and next week you'll have @madaviddson s Love ya MWAH
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As Much As I Love You (Harry Styles Fanfic)
FanfictionWith a dark past and a bright future Grace has to discover the consequences of these two colliding in her present. But how will she handle it? And more importand, how will she be able to keep her beloved ones from it?
