Playing With Fire

five

We sat in silence as Harry drove me back to the boys' flat they were renting out for the time being. There really wasn't that much to say I suppose. I ran away, Brooke kicked me out, I've been on the streets for the past 4 months, and now I'm not. No need to go into all the nitty gritty details of my existence. After all, isn't that what paparazzi's for?

Harry stopped the car in front of a house that could've fit 10 of my old apartments, and that's not including the pool and yard. He noticed my amazement and chuckled.

"Mi casa es su casa," he said, gesturing towards the door. I followed behind him as he opened the door and led me inside.

"Harry is that you? Where the bloody hell've you been? It's nearly midnight for Christ's sa-" Niall stopped short of his chastising when he saw me.

I awkwardly stood there with my jacket and old converse, staring at anything but his eyes.

"Emily? Is that you?" he asked in awe, slowly walking towards me.

"The one and only," I shrugged, dropping my belongings to the ground.

In a second, I was engulfed in a bear hug by the leprechaun.

"Oh my god! Where were you? Brooke told us that you abandoned her. Just left her apartment overnight and never went back!" He explained, confusion splattered across his face.

"She what?" I sputtered, picking my things back up again. If that bitch was anywhere near those boys, I'm out. "Where the fuck is she? I swear to god when I get my hands on her she'll wish her bitchy ass was never-"

"Ok, ok. We get it. You don't like Brooke! But for your information, she left for Switzerland about a week after you went MIA," Niall interrupted my rant, grabbing the things in my hands and placing them back on the couch.

"What? Why? She was crazy about you guys!" Niall and Harry looked at each other awkwardly and were silent for a while before Harry spoke up.

"Not important. I'm sure you'll find out soon enough," he muttered the last part, but I still heard it.

Niall snickered at that and then glanced at my pathetic little lump of belongings.

"That's all you have?" I nodded.

"Wow. We're taking you shopping tomorrow. Not up for discussion," Niall stated. "But for tonight, I'll show you to the guest bedroom. It's yours now."

I opened my mouth to argue, but Harry shot me glare that was oddly familiar. Eyes narrowed, arms crossed, unblinking- unmoving.

And then... it hit me.

I remembered why I ran; I remembered why Brooke left. I remembered everything. And I did the only thing I thought I could. I ran.

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sorry! Shitty and Short chapter...

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