TATTOOED -h.s.

Chapter 44

Song for this chapter: The Scientist by Coldplay

The smoke blocked my vision and my eyelids felt heavy. My arm couldn't support me anymore causing it to give out, I coughed once more before my face came into contact with the dirty floor and my eyes forced themselves closed.

Sarah's P.O.V
My eyes struggled to open as my body was jumbled around, hard breathing was all I could hear. I was in Harry's arms and he was running, I knew it was him without looking by the smell of him and the way his arms felt around me. "Harry?" my voice was raspy as I looked up at him. "Oh baby, thank God." he looked down at me out of breath. "What happened?" I coughed. "Shh shh shh." he held me tighter, turning a sharp corner. He was running from something, or someone. He sat down on the side of a dumpster hiding from whatever it could have been, I sat there in his lap, feeling sick. His hand flew over my mouth as he tried to slow down his loud breathing. He held my forehead to his heated one, he shushed me once more before quickly pecking my lips. I heard multiple feet pounding against the concrete, a flashlight was shined down the alley but they continued running the other direction. "This way!" The one male roughly screamed. Harry hid my face in the crook of his neck. He let out a relieved breath, "Who were those guys?" I muttered. "The police." He said standing up and picking me up again. "Sar, we need to get out of here." his voice was rushed as he looked both ways out of the alley, making sure the coast was clear. We made our way back to that house, that horrible house. We heard a firetruck in the distance, but we ignored it and got in our separate cars, I followed Harry back to the house. My mind kept wandering back to Rob and where he might be, I was hoping he wouldn't have gone near Anne. I tried to push the thoughts to the back of my head and focused on keeping my eyes open and my breathing under control. My phone started ringing and it was Harry. "Babe, we gotta take a different turn my GPS says there is construction ahead." I was about to respond, but I started coughing uncontrollably. "You okay?" he asked concerned. I still couldn't get the words out. "Pull over." he spoke as the brake lights of his vehicle lit up the inside of mine. He stepped out of his car and sprinted over to me opening my door. "Here, try a few puffs of this. You just need to calm down, okay?" he tried to soothe me as he handed me his inhaler. I took a few puffs and I tried to keep my mind clear, I was better. "We're almost there. If something happens just call my phone, even if it's something minor." he kissed my forehead and I nodded before he made his way back to his car. I seen him turn around in his seat to check on me one last time before pulling off. When we pulled into the drive way Rob's car wasn't there and Harry was probably right about him being smart enough to fled.

Harry met me at the car and carried me inside even though I protested that I was fine to walk. Anne was fine and we made sure to lock every window and door for the night. "She should go to the hospital." Anne worryingly pushed a piece of hair from my face. I shook my head and Harry just sat on the opposite couch staring at me.

I had trouble sleeping through the night, I didn't fall asleep until morning. When I woke up Harry wasn't beside me anymore, I squinted my eyes looking around the room. I stood up, the phlegm in my throat thick. I walked towards the door and my suitcase was near it, clearly packed. I looked at the piece of paper, it was a plane ticket home...only one. "Harry!" My raspy voice called as I rushed down the stairs. "He left somewhere a couple hours ago, what's wrong?" Anne questioned. "Did he say anything about leaving?" "No, why?" she looked confused. I tried calling him and texting him but I got nothing. He wanted to ship me off by myself and I wanted to know why.

"Hello?" his voice boomed through the phone. "Zayn? Are you still out here?" I asked him. "Yeah, why? Is there something wrong?" "No...yes. I don't know." I sighed. "Have you seen or heard from Harry at all?" I added. "No, but there is a party going on in town. You could try there, I'll text you the address." "Thank you." I mumbled. "Do um...do you want me to pick you up and come with?" he shyly hesitated the question. "That'd be great." I tried to smile. "I'll be there soon." he informed me before ending the call.

We arrived at the party and there was a lot of people, not one sober. Zayn was waiting in the car as it took about 15 minutes for my eyes to finally find Harry, some blonde rich girl at his side. I swallowed the lump in my throat and grabbed his warm hand. "I'll be right back, Shailene." he told the blonde as I used all my strength to pull him. Before he could realize what was going on, me and him were in an empty hallway. "What are you doing here?" he slurred. "What do you think I'm doing here?" I yelled. "What you really thought I was just gonna leave? Was that your plan?" I pushed at his chest, tears starting to burn my eyes. "Not even a damn note...you basically just told me to get the fuck out of your life, with not even a goodbye or an explanation." I slightly collapsed into his chest, heartbroken. He pulled away from me, looking upset because of his failure of a plan. "Just go." he looked away from me. "Har..." "Get the fuck out of my face!" I flinched at his harsh tone. I looked at him like he was a complete stranger. Did something happen that I didn't know about? The only thing I found myself doing was backing away from him, making my way back to the car where Zayn waited for me. I decided to stay at a hotel for the night and I'll decide if I should go back home in the morning. I called Anne and told her what happened, she insisted that I came back to the house with her, but I couldn't find a reason to do so.

A/N: This literally has to probably be the shittiest chapter I've ever written, I apologize. It is so close to the end that I don't know which chapters to put in my final ideas and it's driving me mentally insane. There is only two chapters left after this, or I might even just make one long one . So hold the tears in, because it killing me to end this.