Run (A One Direction Fanfiction)

That Went Better Than Expected

The house lights were off, but colored lights filled the home. It was as big as it was on the outside, and teenagers about my age and some older roamed the rooms. Some waved at Sheila, and gave me a questioning look. I stayed close to her though, making sure not to leave her side. A group of about three, walked over to her squealing and shrieking. The surrounded her, pushing me away. She looked over them, smiling apologetically as they towed her away. I sighed and looked around and wondered around until I walked into the kitchen. There wasn't a lot of people in here. None of them even looked up. I turned on my heels and started to go out when I bumped into someone. A boy. He gasped as his drink spilled onto me, my hair and my clothes. I silently dropped an F-Bomb to myself as I looked down at my dripping clothes. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry." He mumbled, grabbing a few napkins and dabbed my shirt. "It's fine." I gulped and looked up at him. He looked about my age, with curly brown hair and green eyes. He looked down at me, apologizing left and right as he piled more napkins on me. "It's fine. Don't worry about it." I laughed a little and grabbed his hands, pushing them away from me slowly. He stood back and bit his lip. "Follow me." He sighed with frustration and grabbed my wrist and pulled me after him. "Um? What are you doing?" I stumbled after him. He led me up the stairs. "You can't stay wet, I'm going to give you my sisters clothes." I gave him a long hard look. Wow. I've been here for five minutes and I'm already a wreck. "You live here?" I furrowed my brows. He gave a slight chuckle and nodded. "What's your name?" I guessed since I would be borrowing his sisters clothes, I should get to know him. Weird, but true. He led me to a room and opened the door, revealing a bubblegum pink room clashing with purple. He smiled, "Harry."

Before he left, he told me to wear anything I wanted, and that his sister wouldn't mind. Better yet, she wasn't even in town. Lovely.

I locked the door behind me and stripped off the sticky shirt and pants. I groaned. Why'd it have to be my favorite shirt? I looked through the drawers, it was flooded with skirts and shorts. Where on earth are the skinnies? I took out a pair of sweat pants and a white hoodie. Not something for a party, but I really didn't care at the moment. I pulled my hair back into a pony tail and folded up my clothes. I walked back out to find Harry leaning against the wall twiddling his thumbs. "Thank you." I smiled a little. "Very casual." He laughed and handed me a bag. I put my clothes in it and laughed along with him. "Hey, I didn't say I was going to dress to impress." My laughter faded when his did and he smiled. "Anyways, what's your name?" He motioned for me to go downstairs with him. I trotted down the stairs ahead of him and looked up. "Jane." I grinned. Finally, someone I could actually talk to around here came along. He was the first boy I've had such a long conversation with also. A normal conversation. "That's a pretty name." He smiled. "Thank you." I smiled back at him. "No problem," he grinned. "Who'd you come with?" He asked. "I came with my..  Sheila." I swallowed hard and turned around, walking to the back door squirming through the dancing people. "Oh. You her cousin or something?" He came behind me and opened the door. "Ah.. No. I'm her adoptive sister." I shut my eyes for a second and walked out to the breezy wind. I still didn't know where Sheila was. It hurt to talk about, but it was something I'd have to deal with. "Oh.. I'm sorry." He looked at me with apologetic eyes. I shook my head and have a weak smile, "It's okay." He sighed and slapped his forehead. "What's wrong with you?" I laughed. "I feel stupid. Sorry I asked." He groaned. I rolled my eyes and laughed, sitting on a bench that was in front of a lake. He sat next to me and smiled.

We sat there for a couple of minutes, neither of us talking. It was awkward, but kind of nice with the company of chirping crickets and the distant sound of music. I didn't know him all well, but he was already nice to me. That said a lot about how people can be very different. 

"So how old are you?" He finally asked, putting his hands on his knees. "I just turned 14. And you?" I grinned. "I'm 14." He smiled smugly. "That's cool." I nodded, looking over the lake, watching the moons reflection. 

"Where'd you live before you moved over here?" Harry shifted on the bench, getting comfortable as his eyes searched for mine. "Dublin." I sighed the word. Just the name itself gave me chills. His eyebrows shot up by surprise. "Really? It must be nice over there."

"Not really." I muttered. "Why?" His eyebrows joined as he cocked his head to the side. 

"'Cause, I dunno." I shrugged, not knowing what to answer to that. I did t want him to know what'd happened. He shrugged also and looked up at the stars. He looked back at me, eyes glistening from the twinkling of the stars. "What.. Happened to your parents?" He asked softly, wonder tinting at his voice. I gulped and looked around. Talking about my parents wouldn't be easy. It only reminded me about how much I missed them. 

My eyes were moistening, making my vision blurry as the tears flooded them. I wiped them quickly and looked at him. I couldn't speak, the tears kept coming the more I thought of them. "I-I'm sorry I brought it up. You don't have to answer." He placed his hand gently on my shoulder. I took his hand off and wiped my eyes again, standing up and turning around. He started to stand but I shoved past him and walked hurriedly inside the house, as he followed behind shouting my name. The tears came down faster, and harder. I shoved right past Sheila and her friends. "Jane? What's wrong?" I looked at her and covered my face with my hands, walking out of the front door without looking back. And I ran.

When I got home, Sheila's mom and dad were home, talking in the kitchen. They were asking how the party was, but I didn't look at them and went up the stairs, throwing myself onto my bed. I stayed in bed after crying for about 10 minutes, and changed into my pajamas. I wouldn't let myself fall asleep in someone else's clothes.

I heard the door from across the hall shut, which meat Sheila had just got home. I felt guilty for leaving here like that. Last time I checked, I was supposed to leave with her. But I didn't feel like apologizing at this hour. And Harry, I felt bad for leaving him too. But I knew he'd probably forget about it all in the morning, it was just a one day thing right?

I got back under the covers and sighed as I closed my restless eyes. It may have been early but that didn't stop me for trying to go to sleep. Which I did many hours later.

That night, I barely got any shut-eye. I woke up at 7 in the morning, and couldn't go back to sleep. My eyes drooped under their sockets, and were very heavy. I tossed and turned in the sheets, but was still incapable of keeping my eyes shut. I got up from my bed and untangled my messy hair. I nearly jumped at my reflection. The bags under my eyes were a deep purple, my lips were pouty, my cheeks were stained with tears and my eyes were red and puffy. How lovely. I went to the bathroom and washed my face, hoping to remove the horror. After going back to my room, I decided to get ready for the day. Why not when I'm already up? I changed into a pair of capris and a long sleeved shirt. My scars were unbelievably visible today. Had I scratched them in my sleep?

After an hour, my phone began to ring. I hobbled to my phone, since my legs were weirdly asleep and knotted my eyebrows at my screen. It was an unknown number.. 

I hung it up the first time, and the second and the third. Why'd they keep calling me? When I picked it up, I was really confused. "Uh. Hello?" I answered as I paced around my room. "Finally you pick up! It's Harry!" I heard him breathing heavily. ".. Why are you calling me?" "I wanted to see if you were okay. And you left your clothes so I'm coming to take them." He said in a duh tone. I guess now was the perfect time to apologize. "Oh.. About that, I'm sorry for leaving like that yesterday." I bit my lip. "It's fine, I understand. I'm almost there by the way." He hung up. I scrunched my eyebrows together and put the phone down. Well that wasn't awkward at all.. How did he even get my number?

I grabbed his sisters clothes and jogged down the stairs. Still nobody was up, which was odd. I thought they'd wake up early.

I quietly walked out the door and waited on the grass outside. I played with the dandelions growing, in the cracks of the sidewalk. Shouldn't Harry be here? I sighed and looked up at the wandering clouds. "Jane?" I heard a voice, Harry's voice, approaching me. Which startled me out of my trance. I looked up at him, as he was now standing on front of me. "Hey." I said casually, standing up. I now noticed I only reached up to his eyebrows. "Hi." He smiled. I reached down to the bag, and held it between the both of us, avoiding his gaze. He looked at it, and took it slowly in his hands and gave me mine. "Thanks. Well, I'd better get inside.." I smiled and turned to leave. He grabbed my hand and turned me around. "Wait! I was gonna see if you wanted to go to the park.. Just to show you around the area and stuff." He trailed off and looked down at his shoes. I turned my head to look at the house. A couple hours wouldn't hurt.