outcasts. | harry styles au

thirty.

harry offered his hand on the center console, lennon taking it in hers immediately.  they re on their way to the warehouse and lennon nerves were spiked.  she didn't want to see her father, she didn't know what he was going to do.

harry brought their intertwined hands to his lips kissing the back of her hand. earning a small smile from lennon.  she could tell harry was tense, his body language giving it away. his other hand gripped the wheel tightly his eyes trained on the road ahead.

lennon looked out the window to see trees, and then buildings. they seemed run down and abandoned, but lennon got the feeling they were close.

harry confirmed her thoughts when he turned down a dirt driveway, lennon gripping is hand tighter as the warehouse hidden by trees came into view.

lennon's  breathing became erratic, finding it hard to breathe. she didn't know if she could do this, and god all she had to do was watch. she wasn't even the one who was risking her life.

"lennon, take a deep breath." harry instructed her, rubbing circles with his thumb on the back of her hand trying to calm her down. 

lennon did as harry said or tried anyways. she couldn't breathe.

"lennon, it's going to be okay. just take a deep breathe. in and out." harry said to her in a soothing voice with worry embedded in it.

lennon took a deep breath, exhaling repeating this a few more times before feeling better. harry retracted his hand from hers slipping out his door popping the trunk open grabbing a black duffel bag hoisting it over his shoulder then walking over to lennon's side opening the door for her.

lennon grabbed his  outstretched hand getting out herself, her legs slightly shaky. her hand and harry's were woven tightly together lennon walking beside harry. with a quick glance around a parking lot with quite a lot of cars she didn't spot her father's car which made her relax a little.

a little.

a crowd of people were going in through the main doors of the warehouse, harry steered them away from it though along away from the people. he led them around the corner of the warehouse to reveal a door that the people haven't found.

harry opened the rusty metal door  with his duffel bag hand slightly tugging lennon through behind him. liam greeted them once they walked inside pushing himself off the corridor wall he was leaning against.

"why the f.uck is there people here?" harry seethed.

lennon was taken back at his outburst, he was as clueless as she was on why there was such a crowd of people.

liam raised his hands up in surrender, " we don't know for sure, word obviously had gotten out and we think it was done on their part." 

harry let out a sigh, "we're going to go get ready" he informed liam. 

liam nodded,"i'll come get you when it's time." 

harry just nodded in response, lennon gave liam a small smile because he looked tense and angry. he smiled in response back but his expression went back into his previous one. 

lennon let out a small sigh, and followed harry down the corridor that was painted a tan color with stains and dents all over it until he stopped in front of a door that had a paper on it, with 'styles' printed on it.

harry let go of lennon's hand to open the door, he flicked the light switch on the wall artificial light flooding in the room. he grabbed her hand again leading her to a foldable metal chair to sit on. 

 harry put his bag on a  bench like one's you would see in the gym locker rooms at school, unzipping it.  lennon glanced around the room to see how dirty it really was with stains and everything on the carpet and frames without pictures on the walls.

"when i go out there, you will stay with liam." harry told her not giving her much of a choice. it irritated lennon a little that she had no say, but wasn't about to argue. 

she watched as harry took off his shirt, along with his pants replacing them with black shorts with white trim. he placed the discarded clothes back into the bag, grabbing the black boxing tape.

he began to wrap his hands in it, making everything even more real to lennon. 

this was really happening. 

her breathing started to pick up, harry taking notice by adverting his attention at wrapping his hands to her. lennon didn't notice though because her eyes were trained on the floor. 

she didn't want harry to get hurt, her father could go f.uck himself, and she wished seth would rot in jail. 

lennon and harry. lennon and harry. lennon and lennon.

f.uck.

she could feel the roughness of the boxing tape on harry's hands on her cheek, but she didn't look up. she wasn't going to cry, she didn't want harry to think of her as weak.

"lennon, princess, you have to breathe." harry told her. 

lennon had to be strong for harry, had to get her act together. she breathed like harry instructed her in the car. when she finally got it under control, she looked up at harry.

"thank you." lennon mumbled out. 

"i'm going make this all right. i'll make this all go away." harry reassured her kissing the top of her head. his face shone of determination.

he finished wrapping his hands, taking a seat on the bench. he motioned for lennon to come over, lennon complying sitting on his lap.

harry took her hand intertwined it with his own resting it on her lap. lennon looked down at their interlocked hands her hand so much smaller than his.

"lennon, i just want you to know" harry started seeming to get caught on his words looking at lennon, whose attention has been caught " i love you."

lennon's eyes widened at the words, the words she wanted to say back on the tip of her tongue.

"i'm not just saying that considering the circumstances, i wanted you to know though that i love you." harry says just as liam opens the door.

"it's time." liam announces. harry nods, lennon gets up off him as harry gets up himself. he grabs his gloves along with her hand keeping her close to him as they  followed liam down the corridor to a huge dark room with a light above a boxing ring  old bleachers filled with people.

harry turns and gives lennon a kiss full of passion, lennon kissing right back winding her hands tightly in his hair. 

"oui, let's go harry!" louis yelled appearing out of nowhere. harry looked into lennon's eyes though as if he didn't here him, maybe he didn't it was so loud in there.

"stay with liam, i love you princess. i'm going to make this right. " harry said waiting for her to say i love you or something back. but lennon couldn't form words fast enough as louis yanked him away from her. he looked back though, harry that is, with an emotion she wasn't used to, love. 

why hadn't she said it back? she loved him! what if now it was too late?

(super early update, even if it is short and um eh. anyways i hope you have a good day slash night!)