Fire (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 12

I ran faster than I’d ever run in my life, fuelled by my own hatred. Harry’s voice boomed down the darkening street after me. The dark storm clouds fogged the once clear blue skies of the morning. Harry’s footsteps became increasingly louder, his breath becoming heavier. I knew though, this time I couldn’t be caught, this time…he was a real danger. I never turned around, I just ran.

After three minutes of solid running up a gradual slope, my legs began to burn; I felt the sticky liquid in the back of my throat, the throbbing coming from behind my eyes. Harry’s footsteps began to fade out, I hoped that maybe he’d fallen behind, but I guessed that my brain had more important things to do than listen for Harry right now. I had no choice but to slow down, I couldn’t maintain the pace without going through some kind of seizure. My broken arm began to throb; I was sub-consciously jolting it from side to side in the chase. I bent over, placing one hand on my knee, violently gasping for air.

My legs couldn’t withstand my body weight anymore; I sank to the ground, my body falling completely flat on the icy surface of the road. Seconds later I felt a pair of broad hands grip my arm, shaking me slightly. I tried with all my might to pry them off of me, but Harry was determined.

“Don’t hurt me, please!” I screamed at him. His face turned to that of confusion and hurt. He swallowed hard and once again gripped the white fabric of my thin shirt.

“Who the fuck is Caleb?!” He shouted back at me, tears in his eyes. His face was inches from mine. Fear flowed through me in waves, uncontrollable waves that consumed my body, sending it into a frenzy of shaking and a series of unnatural noises. I didn’t answer; I didn’t possess the necessary inhibitions, nor the mental resilience at this time.

Harry squeezed his eyes shut, pulling me into him, his arms tightened around me and he moved his head so I was nestled in his neck. His hand gripped the back of my head, pushing me into the warmth of his body, his smell radiated up my nostrils. It was a comforting smell, not artificial. It was just Harry.

“I swear. I swear that no matter what happens, I won’t hurt you. Not like Caleb did, whoever he was. You don’t have to tell me. But I promise you, that if you want, whenever you want…I will end this.” His jaw tightened on the latter part of his words, the way he spoke Caleb’s name sent shivers down my spine, and such hatred for a man he had only heard of in the last few minutes. My undamaged arm wrapped around Harry’s neck as I was reduced to gentle sobs, I knew…I knew Harry wasn’t like Caleb, for the words he spoke were frank.

“Come on.” He said, pulling me up. My legs were still weak from the tiring run, but I felt able to move. Harry took my hand in his and walked me away from the street. I was still crying, but they were tears not of fear, but of relief. Someone knew, and that someone promised to protect me, no matter what. My arm was still tightly wrapped around Harry’s neck, I felt unable to move away from him, knowing that he was my protection. He was my saviour.

“Never leave me, Harry…please.” I begged, my words muffled by my own tears. He shook his head and looked at me. His eyes pleaded, unfathomable words…

“Violet. The day I leave you, is the day you order me away, not before, not after.” He declared. He didn’t seem to understand that I would never order him away; I would never give him up. I knew he was the most amazing person; he was one of a kind. He was mine.