RUN. (Dark Harry Styles)

Chapter 3.

**ANA's POV**



I woke up to the smell of bacon. I slowly opened my eyes and took in the surroundings. I remembered everything that happened the night before. I was still with Harry.

I slowly got up and didn't see Harry anywhere. A idea hit my brain. My phone is in my purse. I looked for my purse but couldn't fine it. "Shit." I mumbled. I followed the smell and ended up in the kitchen. I saw the tall figure I now recognize. He could feel my presence behind him.

"Sleep well?" He asked, setting a plate of eggs and bacon on the table. I nodded. "Go ahead and eat." He ushered me to the table.

"I'm not hungry." I muttered, looking down at my feet. "Ana. Eat." He growled. "You don't own me!" I yelled. I watched his jaw clench.

"I DON'T FUCKING CARE! EAT THE FUCKING FOOD!" He slammed. I flinched at his words, and nodded. I slipped in front of the food.

He sighed. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell." He softy said. I ignored him and started eating.

"W-where's my purse?" I asked, biting into a piece of bacon. "What do you need?" He asked, looking up from his plate.

"I-I just want to tell Niall and my Mom I'm okay." I softly replied. "I already did." He mumbled. "Pardon?" I asked, looking up at him."I texted them and told them your alright." He said, putting his plate in the sink. I rolled my eyes. "When can I go home?" I asked. "Ana. I promise I will take you home eventually. Right now I just want to be with you. I just want to protect you." He mumbled. "Harry! Let me go home! I'll be fine!" I explained.

He shook his head. He exited the kitchen leaving me alone. I put the plate in the sink an followed him. He took his shirt off and threw it in the laundry basket.

I stood in the doorframe. I couldn't help but to admire his toned body. "Like what you see?" He smirked. "Barley." I muttered. He chuckled.

"If your not going to let me go home..then what are we doing today?" I asked. "It's a surprise." He said. I rolled my eyes. You hate surprises.

"I don't have clothes Harry." I sighed. "You can wear some of my sweats and one of my shirts." He replied, finding some clothes. He handed me some gray sweats and a Beatles shirt.

"You can take a shower if you'd like." He said, leading me to the bathroom. "Thanks." I quietly said. He cupped my face and made me look at him.

"I don't want to be the bad guy Ana. I really don't." He said, looking me dead in the eyes.

He leaned in and placed a hot kiss on my lips. He stayed there to see if he could get any response. I froze. I didn't move my lips with his. He pulled away, smiling. He nodded then walked out of the bathroom. I was about to shut the door when a foot stopped it. "I could join ya? You know... To save water." He smirked.

"Harry. Get out." I blushed. "Just saying." He chuckled. I nudged him out of the way then slammed the door making sure it was shut for good.

I shed off my clothes then turned the water on. I noticed I didn't have a towel. I groaned. I opened the door and saw Harry walking around in his boxers. He noticed me open the door.

"Oh. So you do want me to come in. Alright." He said walking towards me. "HARRY NO!" I yelped. He chuckled. "Then what do you need love?" He asked.

"A towel." I muttered. He nodded and walked over to a spare closet and pulled a towel out and handed me one. I thanked him then shut the door and hopped in the shower.



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"Ready?" He asked. "Yes.." I answered. "C'mon." He said walking me out of the flat and to the car. He helped me into the car then walked over to his side.

He slipped in then started the car and drove off.


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We finally reached the 'surprise'. It looked like we were in the middle of nowhere. "Where are we?" I asked. "My special place." He answered hopping out of the car. I tried to open the door but it was locked, so now I had to wait for him to help me out. He had this obsession of locking me into places. He raced to my side and helped me out.

I stayed silent. He walked to his trunk and grabbed a blanket and a basket. He walked me through some trees before we reached a pond and a field.

He walked me to a space then laid the blanket out. "What do you think?" He asked. "It's gorgeous." I replied. "Like you." He flirted coming up behind me and grabbing my bum.

I slapped his hand away. He chuckled. I sat down on the blanket. "So. What are we going to do here exactly?" I asked. "Well, a good way to get to know someone is to sit down and just talk." He sat down very close to me. I felt my breath hitch while he rubbed my thigh.

"So. Tell me about yourself." His husky voice whispered in my ear. "I-I don't know what to say." I replied.

"Just tell me about you. Your life. Where your from. Just you." He said.

"Uhm... I'm originally from America. I live with my mom. Nothing really exciting." I answered, looking out at the water. "Where's your dad?" He asked.

"Uhm... He died in a car crash." I lied. My dad actually was abusive and that is why my mom and I left. "Oh God. I'm sorry love." He said apologetically. I nodded.

"How about you?" I asked. He shifted uncomfortably. "I'd rather not talk about me." He huffed. I looked up at him. "Why won't you tell me about yourself?" I asked, annoyingly. "It doesn't matter. I just dont want to talk about it right now." He explained.

"I want to know about you though." I said. "I said no." He growled. "Then why did you say you wanted to talk?!" I raised my voice. "I just wanted you to feel comfortable talking to me!" He yelled.

"That makes no since!" I yelled. "Yes it does! You don't ever want to just talk to me! I'm protecting you and in return you still hate me and fear of me!" He shot back. I stood silent. "Ana. I don't want you to hate me." He quietly said.

He reached for your hand. I flinched. "Are you scared of me?" He asked. "No." I boldly said. He leaned into me and captured my lips with his. He pulled away and looked me in the eyes. "I-I just don't have a good past." He whispered, capturing my attention.