Teenage Run Away ✘ Harry Styles [2013] ✔

Chapter 33

"Hello?" I answered my ringing phone on the table at the booth me and Harry were sitting at.

"Nicki?" Louis's voice echoed in the phone. I couldn't quite understand how he sounded, so I ignored everyone around me. "It's Louis." He stated, sniffing rather loudly. It was then I knew that he'd been crying.

"Louis is everything ok?" I asked worriedly. Harry stopped what he was doing and listened closely to my words.

"I'm so sorry to ruin your birthday Nicki, I really am but-"

"Ruin? What do you mean? What's going on?" I cut him off.

"Your Dad found Dylan Nicki, I'm sorry." He sobbed. Tears immendiately streamed down my face, and I recieved various stares from everyone in the restraunt, so I decided to go outside. Harry followed shortly behind me, probably worried out of his mind.

"Where are they? What happened? Is he ok?" I sobbed into the phone speaker.

"I don't know. Me, Niall and Liam are trying to figure out where they are and as soon as I know anything, I'll let you know, I promise." He said sweetly. I nodded, then realized he could not see me.

"Ok. Please do." Tears continued to stream down my cheeks. "Thank you." I hung up, unable to say anything.

"Is everything ok?" Harry asked. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. No words, No sobs, nothing.

I stood still as a rock as Harry tried desparately to get me to answer him. Instead, I stared at the ground, completely frozen.

He conitnued to ask me questions, and my head began to spin. Eventually I found it hard to focus on anything, and before I could catch myself, I fell to the ground, everything around me going dark.

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My eyes fluttered open, and I tried to take in my surroundings.

I looked around and saw that the floor was covered in clothes. Boy's clothes.

"Harry?" I said quietly. My voice was horse and my throat had burned.

I tried to remember everything that happened, and when I finally realized it, I broke into tears.

My Dad had found Dylan. That was all I knew, but for me, that was enough. I knew from the moment I heard Louis say it, it was over. I would probably never speak to my brother again and my Dad would now be searching for me.

Harry busted through the door and rushed to my side. He sat on the bed beside me and wrapped his arms tightly around me, comforting me.

It was silent for a few minutes-other than my sobs- until I finally spoke.

"He found him." Was all I had to say before Harry sighed deeply. He knew exactly what I was talking about. He knew exactly why I was crying, and suprisingly knew exactly what to do.

"Shh, it'll be ok." He rubbed my arm soothingly. I shook my head saying no, and looked up at him.

"No, it wont." I argued. "I know that and so do you, so don't lie to me!" I cried, shoving him back slightly.

"I know. I'm sorry baby." He held me back in his arms, before I jerked away.

"Yeah you are." I nodded simply. He then stood up, and held his hands over his head.

"I didn't do anything to you, Nicki." He stormed out of the room. I rolled my eyes and a wave of guilt washed over me. I sighed and rushed out of Harry's room, to find him begining to enter mine.

"Harry, wait!" I called, catching up to him. I grabbed his arm and he turned around, staring at me. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped like that, I'm sorry. I don't want to fight right now though, I just want you to hold me." I began to cry again. "Please?" I begged.

"Of course." He gave in, giving me a big bear hug.

He made all the right moves, because right now I didn't want to feel his lips, I wanted to feel comfort from him, and only him.

We walked back into his bedroom and climbed back into the bed, with his arms tightly around me as my head rested on his chest.

"I love you." He blurted randomly. My head shot up, completely shocked by his words.

"What..?" I asked, the fact that he just told me he loved me, didn't quite sink in.

"You heard me." He stated plainly. "I love you, Nichole. And I hate to see you like this. It breaks my heart." He looke at me softly.

"I-" I started to speak, but was cut off by his finger against my lips.

"Shh." He said comforting me. "Don't talk. Just rest, ok?" He smiled a soft smile. I nodded and he began to whisper sweet sayings in my ear, to try and get me to fall asleep.

Did he really love me? Or did he just say that to make me feel better? I mean he acts like he does, and I definately love him back, I just never got the nerve to say it. I was going to tell him I loved him too before he shut me up, but I didn't get it out.

Oh well. I'll tell him later. All this thinking is giving me a head ache-not that I didn't have one already. My nerves began to calm down slightly, as I slowly drifted into a dreamless sleep.