The Boy Next Door. (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 7

(First of all, thank you for the reads and the votes! I didn't think I'd get any reads or votes haha, so thank you's all so much! The songs I listened to while writing this chapter were;
Hide Away - Laleh
Bring me to life - Evanscence (feat. Linkin Park)

Thanks again guys and enjoy! xx)

I nodded at Harry then nudged my head back to his chest. I had no parents right at this moment, and I was in no fit state to go back to Uni and study at all tomorrow. Going with Harry was really the only option I had. The tears stopped streaming down my face and I began to collect my thoughts. Harry still had me cradled in his arms, his head resting on the top of mine. I felt safe with him, eventhough I didnt entirely know him.
"Are you okay?" He asked, pulling me from his chest and staring into my eyes.
"Not entirely." I sighed and rubbed my eyes with my hand.
"I know you probably think that coming with me sounds like a completely ridiculous idea, but I don't want them to get you as well. As torture they try and kill every person I come in contact with. If you were in your kitchen with your parents this morning, they would have taken you. Yesterday morning when you got up and I was in the kitchen, your mum invited me to come in and have a cup of coffee while I was unloading boxes from the moving truck. I didn't want to get to know any of you at all to put you's in any danger, so I refused but she kept insisting. But when I saw you walk down the stairs... Wow." He smiled at me and laughed. "I thought to myself that she is no doubt the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I didn't want anything to happen to you so I tried to keep my distance but hey, I'm human." Harry grinned at me and I blushed. "And now here I am... Paying for my consequences." He sighed and ran his fingers through his curls.

The rest of the day I spent packing for the trip with Harry, I wouldn't really call it a trip, I don't even know what to call it. He did the same over at his house, and kept a close eye on me through his window. Just this morning he was the boy I liked next door, and now he's the boy I like that's running away from a group of assassins that are trying to kill him. Talk about a turn of events.
Everytime i thought about mum and dad my stomach would drop and tears would start to well up in my eyes, I was trying my hardest not to think negatively. Maybe they could till be alive? My inner optimist was starting to come out.
Shirts, pants, underwear, toiletries, food, water and books. I had no idea where we were exactly going, the thought of it excited me and scared me at the same time.
I zipped up my suitcase and put it outside my bedroom door. I had no idea if I was going to ever come back here, so I sat on my bed and started reading more of 'The fault in our stars' possibly for the last time.

Harry's P.O.V

I'm so used to packing up and leaving a place quickly, but 2 days was a new record. I didn't even really unpack a lot of things, only clothes and some other shit. There was no way in hell that I could fit all this stuff into my car, I'd have to call that moving truck again after Anastasia and I find a new location and get them to drop off all my stuff. I walked over to the window sill and looked over into her room, she was sitting on the end of her bed reading the book that she was reading on her hammock. I noticed before I started whipper snippering the garden, she looked so peaceful.
The pizza stain was still on the wall of her house, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. My gaze rested back on her, until I saw something in the corner of my eye. Zayn Malik was walking towards her bedroom door. My heart dropped and I yelled as loud as I could to Anastasia. "ANNA! RUN! NOW! TO THE BATHROOM! AND DONT FUCKING COME OUT!"
She looked at me out of her window then dropped her book and ran to her bathroom, almost tripping over her own feet.

"Long time no see, styles." Zayn grinned evily and pulled out a small but deadly blade.
"Don't fucking talk to me you worthless piece of shit." The anger I had towards Zane was insane, I fucking hated him.
"The dark brotherhood are still angry styles, and you haven't repayed your debt yet. Maybe it's a wise idea to give in now."
"Like fuck I will."
"Very well then. You know what happens from here." He gestured to the bathroom door that Anastasia was in and snickered before closing her bedroom window and making his way to the bathroom.
I ran as fast as I could, possibly the fastest I've ever ran in my life. By time i got out of my house and made it to Anna's stairs anything could have happened. What if he's taken her life? It worried me sick as I barged open her bedroom door after scaling the stairs.

"COME HERE YOU ASSHOLE." I power walked towards him and grabbed him by his shirt, pinned him up against the wall and yanked the knife from his hand. I let go of it and it dropped to the hardwood floor. Thank god he couldn't get into the bathroom, Anna must have put a cabinet or something behind the door so he couldn't fling it open.
"You have a lady now aye styles? Pity I couldn't get the door open, I would've fucked her if I did." That pushed me over the edge and my fist met his face, he had no respect for women at all.
"Why can't you all just fuck off and leave me alone?! I think killing drew was enough to put me through because I didn't accept the fucking contract to kill him! HE WAS MY FUCKING BEST FRIEND AND SO WERE YOU!"
My fist met his face again, it was already starting to appear bruised and bloody.
"Haha.. Your so stupid styles. Didn't you know that I paid one of the guys that bashed your brother to send in a contract for you to kill Drew?"
My stomach dropped and I grabbed him by the throat.
"YOU FUCKING DID WHAT?!"
"You heard me" He was gasping for air and my anger took over, I grabbed him by his jacket and flung him out of Anastasia's glass window.
I turned around and walked towards the bathroom door and knocked, thoughts of what Zayn just said swirled through my mind.
"Anastasia?"
"Y-y-yeah?"
"It's okay you can come out now."
I heard her pulling a heavy object away from the door, then turn the knob to gain access back to her bedroom.
"Oh my god." Her hands flew to cover her mouth as she looked at the mess of her room, and her now smashed glass window.
"I'm sorry about your window.." I walked over to her and she looked at it.
"Did you push him through it?"
"Yes."
"I heard everything.." She broke out into frantic sobs then looked at me hands. "Are you okay??"
"Just a little sore." I admitted, and she reached in to put her hands around my neck. I wrapped my hands around her waist and held her tight, resting my head on hers.
My gaze rested on her broken window, and the thought of Zayn going through it. I didn't want to know if he was still alive or not, so I closed my eyes and listened to the soft sobs coming from Anna. She was in my arms and safe, that's all that mattered right at that moment.

(Chapter 8 will be up soon! xx)