Teenage Run Away ✘ Harry Styles [2013] ✔

Chapter 29

"No Harry!" I screamed, taking off up the stairs. I heard his footsteps shortly behind me so I tried to run as fast as I could.

We finished our third movie already, and we were getting bored. Harry suggested truth or dare, but I objected since that's my most hated game; Someone always ends up doing something that affects their entire life. Although, it's just me and Harry so I really don't know what the flaw is there. I just didn't want to play.

Now, Harry's chasing me all over the house because I insulted him -as a joke- and now he's tickling me.

I hate being tickled. Especially when the other person is faster than you.

"Gotcha!" He shouted, grabbing my waist and pulling me to the ground, him ontop of me.

He put his knees on both sides of me, and sat up tickling me.

I laughed so hard, to the point where my stomach was hurting.

"Harry! Please stop!" I said between laughs.

"What's the magic word?" He continued.

"Please! Please! Please!" I Shouted.

"Close enough." He shrugged, stopping. He was still ontop of me, with his arms folded over his chest and smirking.

As I tried catching my breath, I wondered what he was thinking about.

"You want to get off me now?" I chuckled.

"No, but I will." He smiled and got off of me. He offered me a hand to get up, but I ignored it.

"What?" I questioned his previous words.

"Oh, Nothing." He smiled. "So what do you want to do now?" He asked casually. Oh no. He's not doing that today.

"Really Harry? Again? See, This is what drives me insane! You always make these little comments about me and I never know what they mean, because you wont tell me! I'm sick of it!" I screamed. He didn't seem the least bit hurt though. "When you decide you want to tell me, let me know." I stormed off into my room and slam the door shut.

I know I was a little harsh, but he never tells me what he means. He wont tell me anything, and keeps me guessing.

He's so annoying! Why can't he just tell me? It's not that hard to tell the truth.

I guess I kind of know what he wants to tell me. I mean after all, he did kiss me last night.

And I maybe feel the same way, but when he does stuff like this, I don't.

Well I do, but it's complicated.

It's like when he does this, he's just some hot punk that gets on my nerves, and knows that he's doing it.

It's like he knows I wont say anything, and he's just leaving me miserable.

Well Harry, not this time. I doubt he expected for me to blow up in his face, and acctually, neither did I.

It kind of just came out.

See that's what I mean. I wouldv'e never blown up like that. It's like I'm turning into someone who isn't me.

I mean, it's not bad or anything, it's just weird. Really weird.

I walked over to the bed and fell back on it. I ran my hands through my hair, regreting everything I just did.

'Why did I do that?' I thought. 'He'll probably hate me for life now.'

Ten short minutes later, I heard a light knock at my door.

"Yes?" I asked, still aggrevated.

"Can I come in?" Harry asked softly. I was a little shocked at how.. sad he sounded.

"I guess." I sighed, leaning up. He opened the door slightly, and came in shutting the door behind him.

"I'm sorry." He said immediately. "I don't know why I keep doing that. I'm just afraid to tell you, and-"

"Wait!" I cut him off. "I don't know if I'm more shocked at how sad you look, or the fact that Harry Styles is afraid of something." I laughed slightly, causing a wide grin on his face.

I patted the bed beside me, signaling him to sit down. He walked over, and plopped himself on the bed.

"Continue." I smiled.

"I was saying," He started. "I'm afraid to tell you the truth. I'm afraid of what you will say, and how this will affect us. I was trying to keep it a secret, but I'm not very good at hiding my feelings." He sighed.

In that moment, I knew exactly what he wanted to tell me so badly.

And I knew exactly how I felt about it.