Teenage Run Away ✘ Harry Styles [2013] ✔

Chapter 16

Harry's P.O.V

Where is she? I havn't seen her at school all day, and I'm worried sick. I got her number last night, for emergency's of course, and she hasn't replied to any of my texts or calls.

It's lunch and I'm sitting at the table, alone. Zayn, Niall and Liam probably skipped school or they're in trouble but I don't care.

Nichole is giving me a freaking heart attach. She hasn't been at school and I have no way of checking on her.

"Hey." I hear a female voice say from beside me. I looked over and there were two girls that I really didn't want to see.

"What?" I snapped, not caring about my tone or the stares that I'm now receiving from everyone.

"Oh, grouchy are we?" Kristen said taking the spot across from me and placing her tray down. Maggie stood still and wouldn't budge. She looked frightened and she watched me closely.

"Why are you sitting here?" I barked.

"Because sweety, incase you forgot, this is our table."

"Don't sweety me. Now move." I demanded.

"Don't think so." She smiled, opening up her pudding cup she had on her tray.

My anger with Nichole took over me and I stood up from my seat.

"Look sweetheart, I'm not in the mood for your games and I certianly wont be bossed around by a prissy little no body who thinks she's better than everybody else." I snapped. Her jaw dropped and everyone was now staring at all three of us. "I don't think I asked, I demanded. Now move." I yelled. Maggie jumped and tapped her friends shoulder.

"Kris, I think we should move. Please." She stuttered. Kristen grabbed her things and stood up.

"Just because you've got my third wheel on your side, doesn't mean you can boss me around like that. She's not all that great, she's nothing but a piece of used trash." She said seriously. "Just. Like. You." She paused between each word.

My anger grew, not because she called me trash, but because she thinks she can get away with talking about Nichole like that.

"Shut up before I shut you up myself Kristen." I snapped.

"Don't lay a hand on her!" I heard before someone pulled me to face them, and punched me in the eye.

Nichole's P.O.V

"So where do you want to go? We've got all day." I smiled at Dylan who was sitting beside me on my bed.

After I woke up this morning, I realized that Mom and Dad weren't home and wouldn't be home until later tonight. So, I decided to skip school and have some time with my brother.

I also skipped school to avoid Harry. I know he's probably so mad at me right now for not replying to his texts or calls, but I just don't want to talk to him right now.

"Don't care." Dylan shrugged. "You can't go much places can you? I mean people will wonder if somethings wrong wont they?"

Oh yeah, last night was horrible. My dad done whatever he could to make me cry. Mom wasn't lying when she said I had a lot coming for me, and I found that out.

How? Oh, Just my black eye, my swollen cheek, my swollen and bruised wrists, my blue and painful stomach, my throbing head with a knot on it, my red neck and lastly, my swollen lip.

My dad never stops and he probably never will.

"No." I sighed. "Ice cream?" I asked him, realizing it wasn't far down the street. He nodded and got up to get his shoes out of his room.

My phone started ringing and I sighed, pressing ignore for what felt like the hundredth time. Doesn't he ever give up?

We left and got icecream from the shop down the street and we sat in the park, talking about random stuff.

I told him about Harry too. Not everything, just enough for him to know that I talk to him.

I kept Dylan out of school partly so I wouldn't be lonley, and partly because he's got a lot of unfinished homework. A lot.

And if our parents found out, he'd be dead.

I got a few stares from people and one man asked me if I was alright and he believed me when I said I was in a car crash two days ago. People arn't smart, but I'm certainly glad.

My phone buzzed signaling a text and I read it. It was from Harry, of course.

'Nicki! I swear if you don't reply I'll kill you!' I chuckled, knowing he wasn't serious. He's probably boiling over right now.

I placed my phone in my back pocket and we walked home.

We watched a movie and then I made him start his homework. He argued at first but I made a deal with him. I gave him ten dollars and then he started.

I laughed at him and went up to my bedroom.

I flipped on my radio and layed back in my bed. I quickly turned it off when my mother swung open my door. I sat up straight and she just glared at me.

"How was school?" She blankly asked. I became nervous but quickly came up with an excuse.

"Good acctually. We learned-"

"I don't care!" She yelled. "I asked one question, not five hundered so just shut up!" She slammed my door. Wow.. She's really mad.. Well I guess any mother would be mad if their kid lied to them.

My phone vibrated on the table next to my bed and I picked it up. Another text from Harry. He's only sent like a hundred since the one in the park.

'Ok, Nicki please. I'm really worried and I need to know you're ok. Are you there? Please answer me!'

My heart dropped and I couldn't believe my eyes. He's.. worried? Out of all things that's the last I thought he would be. I sighed and began to type.

'I'm here.' I replied.

'Thank you! I need you to meet me in thirty minutes in the alley.'

'What if I can't make it?'

'Then I'll meet you at your house.'

'K' Was all I said. He's so unreadable in a text. I thought he was in a sweet mood but now I just don't know.

Confusing boy.

I layed back in my bed once more and ran my fingers through my hair. This is going to be a long night.