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dustin

Dustin's P.O.V ~

 "I hate you I wish I wasn't in this family!" I had screamed at my father. I picked up my bags and turned to the door making my way out. I couldn't wait to get out of this hell hole and now was my chance.

"Fine leave and don't come back" He had shouted at me as I ran down the street. I kept running until I heard a scream and a gunshot. It came from my shack of a house. I ran back and found my father laying on the ground in a pool of blood, the gun abandoned next to him. I looked up and saw my stepmother's dress skirt turning around the corner as if to hide. She had killed him, she committed a felony. I heard the cops sirens screech getting closer. So I ran. I didn't touch the gun didn't leave evidence they could pin it to her. But the fact I was fleeing the scene didn't help my case. I saw the cop cars but I kept running. They were far behind me but I didn't need them following me so I kept the pace fast.

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I woke up in a pool of sweat. That reoccurring dream wasn't helping me feel any less guilty. The image of my father in the blood was enough to make me want to stay up. What I didn't understand is why she did it. I don't think he had a wealth, not for her at least, and he wasn't abusive, not to her at least. He would come home drunk and beat me. That's why I wanted to leave. But she had no reason to kill him. I had been staying in orphanages and halfway homes to get by. But most of the other girls hate me and the orphanage directors find me a pain. So I might runaway from here too. "Teenage Runaway, that's all i'll ever be"  I thought to myself. So at the end of the day when all of the girls and adults were asleep I decided to make a run for it. They won't miss me that's for sure. A girl on the run is the best statement to fit me. Everywhere I go i'm left out and I don't know why i'm labeled as a "bad kid". As I walked down the dimly lit Britain streets I saw a boy in the distance, about a block or two away. I kept walking not slowing my pace but then I looked at him just a glance and I had to stop. His face was red and his eyes were puffy.

"Hey what's wrong" I asked sweetly trying not to be rude.

"Nothing leave me alone" he murmured harshly.

"Listen, I'm willing to help you. My names Dustin Myers. Whats yours?" I asked sticking out my hand.

"Harry. Harry Styles" he said his voice cracking, shaking my hand.

"Okay Harry now whats wrong?" I questioned him.

"Nothing my parents just bought me my own flat because they wanted to get rid of me" he said looking at his shoes like they were suddenly interesting.

"Now you have freedom, no authority, its paradise. My parents hate me that's why I left." I answered him not telling him I was running from the law.

"Oh do you have a place to stay? You could stay in my flat with me if you'd like. It gets very lonely." he had a glimmer of hope in his voice like he wanted me to stay more than he was saying.

"Uh sure I mean I don't want to be a bother or anything, if you wake up one night or morning and i'm not there don't be alarmed i'm a runner." I said smiling slightly.

"Okay as long as your there for a while i'm fine and you won't be a bother it would be my pleasure to have you staying with me" he said returning the smile.

"Okay then let's go to your flat" I said.

"It's right here but I sing a lot just so I warn you now" he said looking up at the small building and then looking back at me.

"I don't mind at all and thanks again" I smiled at him.

"Your welcome" he said putting the key in the hole, turning the knob and letting me in.

And that's how it started