Teenage Run Away ✘ Harry Styles [2013] ✔

Chapter 35

"Whose place is this?" I asked as we entered a small apartment in a very small hotel, a good ways from Harry's aunt's place.

"My aunts." Harry stated casually. "It's all we've got until we figure out where we're accutally going."

"Oh, it's cute. I wasn't complaining, I was just curious." I looked around, admiring the detail of the place.

On the walls, was a burgandy sort of color, with a dark brown, hard wood floor. The kitchen was to the left, and small, but A good size for two people.

If you continued to walk past the kitchen, the living room would be there. It was small as well, but like I said, the perfect size for two people.

"Sorry it's not much. We're kind of desparate so I just thought we could come here for the night." he smiled, sticking his hands into his pockets. "The rest of the night, that is." He chuckled. I laughed slightly and went closer to him. I rested my head on his chest and he held me tightly in his arms.

"I'm sorry." He played with a strand of my hair.

"For what?" I asked.

"That this was the worst birthday ever." He stated.

"Harry," I pulled away, looking him in the eyes. "The only thing bad about it was all that crap about Dylan, and the fact that we were woken up way to early for my tastes." I laughed. "Other than that, it was perfect." I leaned in to kiss him. He smiled and began to lean in also.

As we got closer, our lips met and we began another one of our heated make-out sessions. I ran my fingers through his messy curls, and a slight moan escaped his mouth.

"I love you." He breathed as it began to get more heated.

"I love you too." I moaned. He then lifted me up, and carried me into the bedroom.

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"We need to get going soon." I groaned, covering myself with the covers on the bed.

"I don't want to get up." Harry whined, turning to face away from me, and putting the pillow over his head.

"I know." I stated. "Neither do I, but we have to." I propped myself up on my right elbow.

"I'm so tired!" He continued to whine. I laughed at him, and climbed out if bed, enjoying the feeling of wearing his shirt.

I walked out of the small bedroom, and went into the kitchen to make some coffee that the hotel suplied.

As it was making, I leaned on the counter just thinking about lastnight.

What happened last night is a little personal.

A little too personal to explain, so I'll just leave it at that.

All I'm saying, is it was my first time and I'm glad it was him. He's the only one I would ever alow to touch me.. in that way..

"Morning beautiful." Harry entered the kitchen, extremely more excited than he was when I attepted to get him up.

"What's gotten into you?" I asked as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Nothing." He stated simply. "I'm just in a good mood." He smiled, kissing both my cheeks repeatedly. I smilled and heard the coffee machine beep.

I got a cup from the cabinet and poured some coffee, turning back to Harry.

"Harry?" I walked to him.

"Hm?" He turned to me with his arms across his chest.

"Can I wear something of yours today?" I asked the question that had been on my mind. "Everything you have is warm and it smells good." He laughed at my words.

"Sure, babe." He wrapped his arms around me, giving me a bone crushing hug. In fact, it got tighter and tighter.

"Harry?" My squished self asked. "I can't breathe." He laughed and pulled away, walking into the bedroom to get changed.

I sighed and walked over to the window of the apartment. I admired the gorgeous view and began to study the people below on the streets.

A girl and a boy in an alley, were arguing and yelling at each other, making me smile. It reminded me of the time I had went to the alley to thank Harry for saving me from whatever those guys were going to do.

A few bulding down from the alley, were two girls. One had a phone in her hand, slinging it everywhere and the other was yelling at her. That reminded me of the time I had texted Jason, just to tick Kristen off.

I laughed, remembering her face when she flipped her tray over.

"What are you laughing at?" Harry said from behind me. He came closer and wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder.

"Memories." Was all I said.

Before me or Harry said anything, we saw three girls, standing with three guys. Two of the girls were yelling at the other one, who was apparently friends with the boys. One of the boys stepped between the two fighting girls, to protect the one.

He began pointing a finger at the blonde one and he shoved her back. The other boys jumped in and pulled him away from her.

The other girl behind the boy, jumped in front of the boy, to slap the girl.

We laughed and I decided to go get changed.

"A lot of things here remind me of you." Harry stated as I began to walk into the bedroom.

"Like what?" I spun around on my heel, becoming curious all of a sudden.

"Like, the people around here. The people on the street remind me of you." He explained.

"Oh really?" I crossed my arms over my chest, and raised an eyebrow. "So I would slap a girl for no reason?"

"Come here." He sighed. I walked to him as he pointed down to the previous people we were staring at.

"The blonde is Kristen, the three boys are me, Liam and Niall, The other brunette is Maggie, and the one on the boys side, is you." He stated. "You would slap Kristen in the face, wouldn't you?" he chuckled.

"Of course I would!" I stated loudly.

"Oh, and you see that girl over there?" He pointed to a girl who was with a guy, and totally blowing him off. He was trying to stop her from walking away and stood in front of her. She shoved him out of the way, and stormed off, leaving him standing there like a lost little boy.

"Remember that time in school when you wouldn't tell me what was going on?" Harry asked.

"No.." I said, not remembering at all.

"You know, when we frist started hanging out and I stopped you in the hallway and you stormed off?"

"Oh yeah!" I remembered. I can't believe he remembered that. "You remember?" I asked.

"Of course I do." He stood in front of me. "I remember everything from the day we first met, to this moment. I think about it all the time." He smilled.

"Me too." I stated. "Some of it anyway." I said sadly. The only real part I think about every day, is the stuff that hurts. Like when we first came to London, and he wouldn't talk to me. Or the fights in the past two months, or everytime we've ever yelled at each other. That's all I think about every single day.

"Some?" He asked. "Like what?"

"Nothing." I shook my head. "I have to go get changed, then we have to get out of here." I walked to the bedroom quickly.

Why is it that, that's all I think about? He thinks about everything good, while I think about everything bad? I don't want to think about the bad stuff, I just want to be happy.

I've been keeping it from Harry, but I'm scared. I'm scared that he's going to leave me.

That he'll just wake up one day, and realize that he wants something better than me, and just leave. Leave me with nothing but a broken heart and no explanation as to why he left.

He'll just leave.

It haunts me everyday. So while he's thinking about everything that has happened with us in the past, I'm worrying that pretty soon, there wont be much left..