Don't Let Me Go

Chapter 18

Harry's P.O.V

As I walked into the room I found nothing but a cigarette in the ash tray with almost invisible smoke rolling off of it and an open window. All the color rushed from my face. She ran away. She's gone. I have to find her. I ran around the room grabbing my hoodie and phone. I hopped on one foot while I put on my left shoe and attempted to put on the other. I raced out of the house faster than a race car, and those were pretty fast.

I got into my car and put the keys into the ignition but stopped and stared blankly through the window. I had absolutely no clue where she would be. Why would she even run away? Oh wait that's right because I ruined her life. You're so dumb Harry, you ruined the only good thing left in your life. Ever since the adoption center Lily had been my first priority well that and the gang.

I joined the gang when I was itching to turn thirteen. I was twelve and impatient, you couldn't blame me. I only joined because apparently the rival gang had killed my parents. It was all very dumb to me. Killing people out of lust and respect, money too. People can be so ignorant at times.

I slid my cracked iphone out of my pocket and dialed Niall's number.

"Hullo?"

"Niall Lily's gone."

"I know."

"What do you mean I know," I spat at him, my words filled with anger.

"She's right here with me mate calm down," he said half laughing.

"I'm coming to get her," I sneered, hanging up on him.

How could she leave me for him?

Lilys P.O.V

I sat cross-legged next to Niall on a faded green couch. After I showed up at his door step with the distant look in my seemingly cracked blue eyes, he took me to a party. He said it'd be fun but so far the scent of alcohol filled my lungs and the sound of moans filled my ears. What a great god damn party.

I felt a body plop itself down next to me on the couch. I didn't bother looking. Assuming it was Niall I focused on my cigarette. After about 3 drags the voice finally spoke up.

"Aren't you going to ask who I am," a unfamiliar, deep voice asked me.

I turned to answer the stranger when I almost dropped my cigarette. He looked to be about seventeen with the height of a thirty- year old. His hazel eyes glittered against the fluorescent lights mixed with colorful lights spilling all over the walls. His light brown hair was due for a hair cut. The way it was shaggy and in place at once could send me over the edge easily. I managed to choke out a single "why bother" and went back to focusing on my cigarette.

"I don't know. Why would I bother sitting down next to an insanely gorgeous girl? Why bother right?" A smirk played at his lips.

His slender and bony fingers plucked the cigarette from my petite fingers. I watched him blow smoke rings from his cracked lips. I had the odd urge to kiss him. Maybe it was all the horny teenagers rubbing off on me.

"Is it bad I want to kiss you so fucking bad," he whispered to me as he passed me the flimsy cigarette.

Okay maybe it wasn't the teenager. Maybe I wasn't the only crazy one.

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