Teenage Run Away ✘ Harry Styles [2013] ✔

Chapter 15

"I was there." He said to me. "All of us were."

"All of us?" I questioned.

"Me, Niall, Liam, Zayn and Louis." He answered.

"Oh." I replied and let him continue.

"We all came here and we split apart. Niall, Liam and Zayn went a way and Louis never spoke to us. I had a choice to stick with him or the others and I made a mistake. I chose the others because Louis wouldn't listen to any of us when we told him how bad this whole thing was. We gave up on him and I've been talking to him, just when I need something though. It's not the best comunication." He chuckled at that last part.

"Atleast you're talking." I stated "Were you all close?"

"Yeah. We lived near each other and I guess we kind of just grew friends like that."

"Cool." I said simply. He nodded and climed out of the car, telling me that he will be back in a few minutes.

I sat in silence, picking at my nails and my phone started ringing on Harry's dash board. I glanced at the name flashing on my screen and I scrunched my nose and groaned.

"Hello Mom" I answered.

"Nichole Anne Grace, Where are you young lady?!" She yelled into the phone "If you don't get home soon young lady, so help me I'll-"

"Mother, Please calm down." I pleaded. I hate calling her 'Mother' But it's what we're instructed to call her. "I'm held up at school and-"

"Don't you play that game with me missy!" She cut me off. "I called your school and your principal said you weren't there. So don't you dare lie to me! Oh, I also asked how you were doing with your extra credit, and he informed me that you don't have any." I sighed and my eyes grew wide.

"You've been lying to us the entire time, I know." She said camly. "And you may stay out as late as you like sweety. But remember, the later you stay out, the more you'll get coming to you. With every hour, comes every new punishment. So that's your choice conpletely. But other than that, enjoy your time." She hung up. I cut off my phone and covered my face with my hands.

I wouldv'e cried had it not been for the fact that Harry just got back in the car.

"Who were you talking to?" He asked. Crap.

"Dylan." I lied "He was telling me that he's at a friends house, and to cover for him." I don't want to tell him about my Mom calling. I just told him about my entire life, I'm keeping this out for a while.

"Oh ok." For once, he seemed convinced. "Want to go grab some food? I'm done stopping everywhere." He looked at me.

"I don't know.." The thought of my parents coming to mind.

"C'mon!" He pleaded. "I'll let you pick." He sung with a cheeky smile plastered on his face. I chuckled and nodded my head in agreement, even though I didn't really want to pick. "Yay!" He cheered cranking the car. I laughed at him and he began to drive.

We ended up eating at a Mexican restraunt after ten minutes of 'You pick' 'No you pick!' And Harry finally just pulled into this place.

The food? Awful. I got dirty rice and an old fashioned taco, and they taste really bad. Not as bad as the B.O pizza at school, but bad.

Harry laughed at my face after trying the taco. The waiters were staring at me but I don't care right now. He tried talking me into getting something else but I refused.

The rest of the night went by pretty smoothly. He told me about himself and his past. He said that he's 19 and he got held back a grade so that's why he's still in school. That his Dad left him and his Mom when he was very younge, and his Mom was drunk and high most of the time. She had to keep money coming in so she was never there to take care of him. Instead, she was out late at night, doing whatever it takes to make money.

When she was caught, she was taken away and Harry went to live with his Aunt until him and the boys left for America.

That's a tough life for a kid. I mean, him growing up without his parents and stuff.

I'm really speechless right now. I don't know what to say because no one's ever trusted me like this before.

No one's told me any type of secret like this, and I never really thought about any one else's life being bad exept mine. I know that sounds bad, but it's true.

Stuff like that has never crossed my mind. I never realized all the kids in need of a home and really poor, I never knew anyone else's life could be as bad as mine -or worse-.

I never thought about anything other than me. Not until I met Harry ofcourse.

He's changed a lot of stuff about me, and I could never trust anyone as much as I do him. He's really... special.

He dropped me off at my house and I walked to my door and took a deep breath before opening it, to find my parents in the living room on the couch.

My Father walked up to me and smiled, before meeting my face with his hand.

So the torture begins.