Run

Chapter 2: Harry's POV

“Charlie,” I began, on the verge of tears, “You have to let us in.”

Me and the boys stared at her, feeling her pain. God only knows what she has been through and she has nobody.

No, she has us.

“I can’t.” she whispered, letting tears fall down her face.

Each and every one of our hearts broke at that moment. Seeing Charlie like this was eating us alive.

“Do you want to go for a walk?” I suggested, trying to lighten the mood.

Fear filled her eyes.

“Okay..” she said, unsure.

She’s going to need a room, and our guest room isn’t very thirteen year old girl appropriate.

Me and the boys have some Kim Kardashian posters, okay? Gosh.

“Me and Charlie are going for a walk. You boys get the guest room ready.” I said to the boys, and they replied with a nod.

“Don’t have too much fun..” Louis mumbled, earning a slap on the arm from Liam.

“Watch yourself.” Liam mouthed at Louis.

I opened the front door, which we had been standing only a few feet away from and motioned for Charlie to go through.

“Behave.” I mouthed to the boys, but mostly Louis.

“So..” I said, closing the door and walking down the steps next to Charlie.

She looked uncomfortable. Damn Harry! You’re supposed to make her feel comfortable!

“Yep...” Charlie said, walking down the driveway toward the sidewalk right next to me.

She barely came to my elbow.

“Four nine, I’m guessing?” I said, trying to hold in laughter.

She turned red like Ed’s hair and looked down.

‘I’m a legal midget okay? Gosh.” she said.

The sun was setting perfectly in the horizon. Our townhouse in Doncaster was absolutely perfect with it’s surrounding houses almost identical to itself. They all had the same white paint job with a black door and shutters.

I reached out and put my arm around her.

She flinched.

‘Charlie..?” I sighed. “Please tell me what happened to you.”

She looked down.

“He used to hurt us. And I wanted to save her. So I took her and we ran. But he found her, And he made me watch her die.” Charlie said, her green eyes filling with tears.

Oh my god.

This girl was thirteen years old and she had bloody witnessed a murder!

“Who is he and who is her?”

Charlie looked down, trembling.

“My dad a-a-and my baby sister.” She said, her voice cracking.

Holy shiz.

We continued to walk along the sidewalk, past the identical rows of houses and too a park. I led Charlie to a picnic table and sat down.

I patted the seat next to me, motioning for her to sit down as well and she did.

“Charlie? Things are gonna be okay now.” I said, trying to comfort her.