Teenage Run Away ✘ Harry Styles [2013] ✔

Chapter 27

I woke up in the middle of the night, to a crash from downstairs.
I groaned and looked at the clock on my phone that read; 3:00 a.m. I laid back in the bed, hoping it was nothing and that I could go back into my beautiful sleep.

I fell asleep at one so I havn't had much sleep. All I could think about today, was Harry.
Is he ok? Why did he leave? Where did he go? Will he come back? Why did he leave me here?
Stuff like that.

I was getting so worried. I was just sitting in my bed wondering if he was ok, or if he was hurt.
Until, I forced myself to fall asleep and quit worrying about him.
After all, He can handle himself with ease.

I heard another loud bang from downstairs and I got out of the bed. I opened my door and walked slowly to the stairs and made my way down them.
I yawned and I saw a light on in the kitchen. Before I got acctually in the kitchen, I saw Harry fall behind the island.

I rushed into the kitchen and went to the other side of the island to find Harry, Laughing.
He was spread out like a star, holding his stomach and laughing.

"Harry?" I chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Yes?" He said, before busting into another fit of laugher. I laughed at him.

Right now, He was cute. He was smiling, laughing and acctually being the Harry that he was before we left.
The one I liked.

"Are you ok?" I offered him a hand to pull him up. He gladly took it and made his way to the stool at the bar.
His eyes looked much darker and scarier than usual.
They reminded me of the first time we met in the alleyway.

"I'm perfect." He smiled, pulling me onto his lap.

"What are you doing?" I asked as he began to sniff my hair.

"Your hair smells good." He whispered against my ear. I stood up quickly, and saw the smirk plastered on his face.
Than it hit me. He's drunk.

His recent contact with me, sent shivers through my entire body. Not from fear, but something else.

"I think you should go to bed Harry." I laughed slightly.

"Why?" He stood up, changing his mood instantly. He now looked like a lost puppy, and backing me up against the wall.

"Harry?" I asked nervously. I wasn't at all scared of him, I couldn't explain it acctually.
My stomach began to get butterflys as I stared into his eyes.
The eyes I couldn't stop thinking about ever since he left today.

"You remember the deal we made?" He looked me in the eye. "And you wanted me to tell you what we were talking about in the kitchen?" He looked away, and twirled a strand of my hair between two of his fingers.
Our faces only inches apart, I had this deep desparate need for him to kiss me.

I don't know why, but I just do. I want to know what those perfect pink lips feel like, moving against mine.

"Mhm." I tried to say casually, but failed.

"Well, do you still want to know?" He dropped my hair and pressed his forehead against mine. Our noses were rubbing against each other, and I had yet another need of him.
I wanted desparately to cuddle with him.

I wonder what it feels like to have his arms wrapped around me while we watch movies. Or, have his arm around my waist at night.
Or when it storms, to be nuzzled up to him, covered in a blanket and safe in his arms.

"Yeah, I do." I stared at him.
He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He looked up, then back to me and bit his bottom lip while looking at mine.

He slowly began to lean in and normally I would object, but right now it was all I wanted.
Our lips met and I don't think I've ever felt anything better.

They were warm and soft against mine. The butterflys returned in my stomach, and my head was spining.

'Why is he kissing me? Is this what he wanted to tell me? Does he have feelings for me? Or is it just his drunk kicking in?' I thought. But I pushed all those thoughts to the back of my head, and just went with it.
If this is the only time I get to kiss him, I'm going to enjoy it.

Our lips contiued to move together and I felt a moan excape his lips. I couldn't help but smile at that, causing him to chuckle.
He pulled away, but kept his head pressed to mine.

"That answer your question?" He asked silently. I kept quiet, the distants from his lips kicking in.
A tear fell down my cheek, thinking about the fact that he was drunk and this probably wouldn't happen again.
I probably wouldn't feel like that again. "You ok?" He asked concerned.

I sniffed and shook my head. "No." I pushed him away and started walking out. "But I'll live." I walked through the doorway to the steps. I wasn't being mean, I was trying to act calm.

"Nicki, What's wrong? Why are you crying?" He asked, chasing me halfway up the stairs. He grabbed my arm and turned me around.

"Nothing." I smiled sadly. "I'm fine. You should get some sleep Harry." I put my hand on his shoulder, and turned to walk up stairs. He wasn't chasing me anymore, I acctually don't know what he was doing. I didn't hear movement or anything.

I walked back to my room and shut the door silently. I walked over to the bed and climbed in it, hiding in the covers.

I didn't feel like crying, because I figured it would be unnessicary. I mean, I've got no reason to cry, so why be stupid?
Instead, I stared up at the ceiling thinking about what happend.

When he kissed me, I felt like I couldn't move. Like I was in his controll, but it was perfect.
I was in my own perfect little bubble and I didn't want to come out.

I've never felt peace like that. Nothing's ever felt as good as that, and I didn't know it could.
The way our lips moved with each others, the way there was so much passion and potential.
Like something grew inside of me. Something good though.

But those two people down there, were not us. They were people I've never seen before.
They were not the same people who wouldn't come near each other, but grew to bestfriends. They weren't us.
Harry seemed a little the same, but that girl kissing him, wasn't me.

I know that sounds rather strange, but I wouldv'e never kissed him like that, let alone at all.
I wouldv'e never aloud myself to think everything that I did downstairs.
Then again, I wouldn't have aloud myself to runaway with him either, but we had no choice.

My head pounded at all the thoughts, over-whelming my brain. I had so many questions, that were yet to be answered.

I decided that tomorrow, I would not ask Harry about tonight. He's drunk and I doubt he knows what he did.
I've never been drunk, niether do I know what happens when you get drunk.
I'm underaged in both countries but like that ever stopped Kristen before.

I groaned loudly as another thought came into my head. I tried hard to ignore it and fall asleep, but I couldn't.

The only thing I wanted to do was to go into a dreamless sleep and forget about what happened for a while. But of course, I just had to dream about a certian curly-haired, green-eyed boy. Just great.