Teenage Run Away ✘ Harry Styles [2013] ✔

Chapter 21

"Well, you need some stiches but other than that, you're going to live." The doctor smiled. She threw her black hair into a pony tail, and walked out of the room. Dylan's in the waiting room because he couldn't come back here.

"When she gets back, I'm going to get her to check your foot." Harry said. My foot is killing me, so Harry has had to carry me in here.

"Harry, we don't have much time." I reminded him.

"I know, but I'm not going to let you suffer like that." He said sternly. I rolled my eyes at him.

"So you don't like carrying me?" I fake pouted.

"Oh I do, I just don't want you to hurt the whole way down there." He said "But if you want me to carry you the rest of the way, I will" He smirked.

I gave him a confused look, and the doctor walked back in before I could say anything. He wants to carry me? He's so weird. He's been like this all day. He'll say something confusing like that to me, but I never get to ask him about it. I always get interrupted, or something happens. But I will ask him. I can make that promise.

"Okay, let's stich your arm up." She began to sew on my arm. I winced in pain, and Harry spoke up.

"Could you look at her foot too please? She's been complaining about it hurting, and you might need to look at it." He demanded.

"Sure." She smiled nervously.
You could tell she was scared. Not of his demand, but because of how he looks.
To me, He's my someone close to me, who knows everything about me. He's my friend that I'm thankful for.
To everyone else, He's a young boy covered in tatoos. He's a scary teenager who looks like he could beat the crap out of anyone who comes near him.
He's a punk.

When she finished my arm, she took a look at my right foot. When she touched it, I winced. The pain was unbearable. It felt like someone twisted it backwards.

"Well," She started "It's just a sprain, not that horrible." She assured me.

"Harry, will you go check on Dylan?" He suddenly popped into my mind.

"But, are you sure you don't want me to stay in here with you?" He stood up.

"I'm sure." I smiled. "I'll be ok."

"Ok.." He left the room. He almost sounded sad, but I don't know why he would be sad. Strange boy.

She wrapped my leg in a big black cast thing, and sat beside me to make sure my arm was ok.

"He your boyfriend?" She asked me. I chuckled.

"No. We're just close friends." I answered.

"Well you two sure act like a couple." She stood up, smiling. "The way you two look at each other, it's obvious there's something there." I laughed and shook my head to her. "Ok." She raised her hands over her head.

"Now just don't be on your leg much, and be careful when using your arm. They should heal in a few weeks." She said "Other than that, I think you're ready to go." I nodded and stood up, trying to keep my balance. We walked out to the front desk, where the waiting room is, and Harry and Dylan rushed over to me. I stood at the counter waiting to know what I was supposed to do now.
My jaw dropped. I sighed, leaning on the counter and covering my face with my hands.


"Everything ok?" Dylan asked.

"Nope." I said to him truthfully. "I can't pay; whatever it is. I can't afford it, plus I have no where for the bill to send." I sighed.

"I got it." Harry hold me.

"No." I snapped.

"Yes. The bill will be sent to my Aunts place in London, it's fine." He looked at me.

"No, It's not. I can just send it to Maggie's and make her pay." I said.
No I can't. I don't know where she lives and she hates me right now.

"No, you wont." He said harshly. "I'm having it sent to my Aunts and that's that." He told me.

"No, It's not. You will not send the bill to your Aunts, you will let me send it somewhere else, Harry." I demanded weakly.

"Don't tell me what to do, and don't snap at me. I'm sending the bill to my Aunts and I don't really care if you fuss, but it's not worth it." He started telling the woman the address.

I rolled my eyes and stared at him.
He smiled when he saw me staring and turned to face me. We were extremly closer then I thought we were and he wouldn't stop staring at me with those emerald eyes of his.

As he was finishing up at the desk, I thought of the possiblitlies.
The possibilties of me and him.. together..
No. No. No. Just no. I told myself.

"You coming?" Dylan chuckled looking at me. I realized I was standing in the same place I have been in ever since we started our argument.

Harry chuckled and looked at me.
I noticed how tired he looked, and he gave me a warm smile that melted my heart.
He's so cute.

No! I mentally smacked myself and followed the boys out the door. Dylan climbed in the back and I got into the passenger side, Harry driving.

"So where are we going?" Dylan popped his head between the seats.

"Didn't you tell him?" Harry asked, refering to Dylan going with Louis. I shook my head and Looked at Dylan.

"We," I motioned to me and Harry "Are going to London. You, are going to a friend of Harry's." I smiled at him.

"Ours." Harry corrected me.

"Right." I said nervously.
Why the heck am I acting nervous around this boy?!

"So.." Dylan started. "You're dumping me off at a strangers house, while you two run away together?" I laughed at him, but Harry kept silent.

"No, Louis's not a stranger, and we're just going to London. No big deal." I tried to convince him, and myself.

"So you're running away together?" Dylan smirked.

"Yes." Harry answered before I could say anything.

"Whatever." I gave up.
I don't even know what to say. I mean, it's true. We're dropping him off, and running away together.
But not that way and he knows it.
They both do.

Harry drove to Louis's and we dropped Dylan off. After ten mintues of hugging each other and saying goodbye, We finally left for the airport.
Louis wished us good luck, and I thanked him, But Harry wouldn't talk to him for some reason.

We arrived at the airport and walked up to the window-lady to tell her our flight and everything.
We sat down in the waiting seats and made small talk before the announcer went off.

"Flight 107 for London will be boarding in ten minutes." She lady said.

There was no one here really. Just two ladys with a little boy next to Harry, and a man sitting across from us.

Harry's P.O.V

"I'll be right back." I told Nichole. She nodded and I walked back to the desk to ask the lady a question.

Nicki's been driving me crazy today.
Not in that way, but she's just done so many things that made me like her more. Which isn't good.
The more I like her, the more hurt I'll get. Because she doesn't like me, and if I tell her then our friendship.. Over.

As I went to ask the lady a question, her eyes grew big from staring at something behind me. I got confused and before I could turn around To see what is was, I heard Nichole scream.