Running Away // H.S //

THIRTEEN

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"Bailey, wake up baby."

I burry my face into his warm chest. I started falling asleep again but harry shook me. "Babe, we have to go. We're going to be late." He chuckles.

I brought my face out of hiding and rubbed my eyes. "Your really cute in the morning." He smiled.

"I probably look like shit but, he thanks."

"Im really enjoying having you in my arms right now, but we have to get going." I got up from the bed and grabbed the jeans that I neatly fold on top the dresser.

After I got dressed, harry was done as well and we were ready to go. "Lou's not here today?"

"Im here." I hear Louis's voice from behind me. I turn around and he had his backpack on his shoulders.

"I thought you were at Daniela's?" Harry asks.

"Nah." He sighs, "Can I get a ride? I don't know where my keys went."

"Sure." Harry says.

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It was now last period and we have math. I don't even know why I'm here. Im not even listening to anything the teachers saying.

Harry kept shooting me looks and it was hot. My phone vibrates from my back pocket, so I slowly opened it.

REMINDER: dads birthday.

Oh.

I can't believe I forgot about my dads birthday.

I put my phone back and thought about going to his grave.

By myself.

The bell finally rang, which means we are free to go. I slowly stood up and grab my books. Harry was walking this way, with a smirk on his face.

"Hey, wanna stay at my place?" He whispers to my ear, so no one can hear.

"Actually, I need to go to somewhere."

He looks at me confused.  "Where?"

"My dads grave...its his birthday."

"Oh, I'll go with." Harry said.

"No its fine, I actually want some time alone with him."

"Okay babe." He kisses my temples, "ill drive you home."

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Harry dropped me off and I got in my car. I bought some roses to put on his grave. I then drove to the cemetery my dad was in.

As I enter the cemetery, I felt chills like someone was watching me. Creepy.

His name was spaces away from me, and I could feel the tears prickling me.

Mathew Adams.

I dropped to his grave and I instantly remembered the times we had together, good and bad ones.

"Hey dad." I sobbed, as I hug his tombstone. "I bought you flowers." I place the flowers in the corner.

"Mom met a guy named James...and their getting married in a week." I sigh. "You should see how much I've grown." I laugh, wiping away tears.

"I met a guy named harry... He's really sweet a--and he makes me really happy. Ill bring him someday so that you can meet him and tell him what time to bring me home...even though you cant explain it to him." I sadly smiled.