Teenage Run Away ✘ Harry Styles [2013] ✔

Chapter 20

I walked through my front door and groaned when My Father apeared out of the living room, with an angry look on his face.

"Why are you home at eight o'clock at night? I know it's not your extra credit!" He snapped. I tried to think of an answer quickly, but I couldn't.

See, Me and Harry were planning everything for tonight, all day. Like, what time our flight is, what time to drop Dylan off, and what time this whole thing will take place.

This kind of stuff isn't as easy as you would think. You have to plan every single detail, and there can't be any flaws. As long as you know eveything, it should go good.

That's what Harry said anyways.

I know absolutely nothing about this sort of thing. I've never ran away before, and he has. Of course, he hasn't had to take a girl like me with him, let alone a girl with him. So therefore, it's a little harder.

"Dad..." I quickly came up with an idea, and began to fake cry.

That's where two years of acting classes will get you. "It's Kristen." I covered my mouth and looked away from him.

"What happened?" He asked worriedly. Yes, he just happens to care more for her then for me.

"She's.." I sniffed. "She's pregnant."

"What?" He snapped.

"Yeah. Her and this guy, they.. well you know." I (fake) sobbed. He ran into the kitchen in a panic, and began to freak out in front of my mother.

When he was out of sight, I let out a silent, "Yes!" And took of up the stairs.

I walked into my room, and Dylan was plopped down on my bed.

"I'm packed and ready to go!" He smiled. I chuckled and sat down beside him.

"We're not leaving for an hour, and plus," I smiled. "You've got to see this." I grabbed his arm and we walked down to the kitchen.

My mother was pacing back and forth, while my Father was on the phone.

"Yes.. I don't care! Your daughter is pregnant!" He shouted. "That's what Nichole said!" He paused, and looked at me.

I raised my hands in defence, "Hey, she told me that. She had me worried sick, and I-"

"She said Kristen told her that." He cut me off, then motioned for us to leave. We did as we were told and ran upstairs, back to my room.

After a few minutes, we busted.

We were laughing histerically at my lie. My phone started ringing, and I answered it.

"Hello?"

"Nichole!" I heard Kristens voice. "I hate you so much!"

"I know." I smirked even though she couldn't see me.

"You're such a-"

"Whoa!" I cut her off. "No need for that."

"Well I-" My door swung open and hit the wall with a bang. My Father looked more than ticked off at me.

His chest was rising and falling quickly and his face was blood red.

Dylan grabbed my phone and ran out of the room as fast as he could. My Dad didn't even seem to notice him. He walked closer and closer, until he finally smacked me. Not with his hand though, but with the belt that was in his hand. I screamed in pain, and tears flowed down my cheeks.

Dylan's P.O.V

When Dad came into Nicki's room looking like that, I knew something was wrong. And since his eyes were on her, I snatched her phone out of her hand and ran out of the room. I figured there was nothing I could do, but make a phone call.

"Hey Nicki, everything ok?" Harry answered his phone. Now I don't know Harry, but from what Nicki's told me he's good to her.

"This isn't Nicki, but she's in trouble." I told him. Before he could speak, Nicki's scream was let out.

"Is she ok?" He shouted. "What's wrong with her? What's happening to her?" He seemed to be panicking.

"I don't know, but please get over here. We have to go now." I told him.

"Ok, I'm coming. But Dylan?"

"Hmm?" How does he know my name?

"Please, try to keep her safe ok?"

"I will." I told him, then we both hung up. I heard glass break, then I ran into her room. I gasped when I saw her laying on the floor with peices of glass stuck in her arm, and her crying out in pain.

"Go to your room!" Dad shouted. I ran as quick as I could and locked the door behind me. I heard him go down the steps and I ran back. I saw her sitting up, holding her left arm.

There was a slight knock at the window but before I could get to it, it opened.

"What happened?" Harry whispered to me, looking to Nichole.

"When I came back, she was like this. I had no idea I swear." I told him, getting a little frightened. He wasn't at all what I expected.

When she told me about him, she forgot to mention the tattoos and peircing, covering his body.

Maybe this isn't such a good idea..

"Don't be scared. I'm here to help you two, not hurt you." He assured me, reading my thoughts. I nodded, still not believing him. He doesn't look like he could help someone.

Nichole's P.O.V

I shuffled on the floor, and tried to stand up. Harry held onto me, and Dylan tried to avoid Harry the best he could.

I must've forgot to mention the part where Harry's a punk. But I did it for a reason.

With me saying that, there wouldv'e been a 'why' or a 'eew' from Dylan.

And if there was a why, then I'd have to tell him Harry's secret. Which isn't going to happen.

Harry wrapped his arm securly around my waist as we tried to climb out of the window. Dylan jumped before us, because it was safer.

My head was pounding and I knew I was loosing a lot of blood in my arm. The glass was still stuck in there, but I paid them no attention, trying to get out the window. Of course my arms hurt like crap, but I just want to get out safely.

Harry carried me to the car, and the whole time I leaned against him. I saw a small smile apear on his lips and I couldn't help but stare.

His brown curls were messy, like he had been rushing around and hadn't had time to fix them, and his emerald green eyes, were glossier then normal.

He was wearing his black skinny jeans, and another one of those tight shirts, that show his toned stomach.

His dimples were showing as the corners of his mouth turned up when he caught me, causing me to look away.

We climbed into the car, and instead of Harry going to normal route, he turned down an unfamiliar road.

"Harry, what are you doing?" I questioned him.

"I'm taking you to the hospital." He plainly stated.