Teenage Run Away ✘ Harry Styles [2013] ✔

Chapter 36

I finished getting dressed into the clothes I wore yesterday and I walked into the livingroom again. Harry had everything that he grabbed yesterday when we left, which was a big brown bag. He pulled out a grey sweatshirt of his and a pair of his socks.

"You wanted to wear something of mine?" He asked. I smiled and took the sweatshirt, lifting it over my head. I took off my sweaty socks, and put on Harry's warm ones.

"Oh! One more thing!" He reached into his bag for something else. He pulled out a black benie looking thing, and put in on my head. I smiled and hugged him tightly.

"Harry?" I asked. "It's a little cold for you to drive your motorcycle, you know that right?"

"I know." He sighed. "I'll probably trade it." He stated. I fake gasped.

"You would trade your baby?" I asked, acting like I was shocked.

"No! Never! You're all mine, and I'm not trading you for anything!" He looked down at me. I smiled, not expecting him to say that.

'Why are you saying that? You're going to leave anyway.' I thought. I mentally smacked myself and kissed Harry's cheek.

"So, you ready to go?" He asked. I nodded, afraid to speak.

I was afraid to speak because I might burst into tears.

Everytime he says stuff like that, I want to cry.

I love when he says it, which is the problem. If I love him anymore, he could easily take my heart and run far away. I would never know where he was, or why he left.

This haunts me everyday.

"Why are you so quiet?" We walked out of the apartment, and got onto the elevator.

"I'm just tired." I said simply.

"You just had a cup of coffee." He chuckled.

"I know. It never seems to faze me." I tried to convince him.

"Nicki, coffee always fazes you. Now tell me what's going on." He demanded calmly.

"No, Harry. It doesn't matter." I argued, right before he pushed the stop button on the elevator. "What are you doing?" I shouted.

"You're going to tell me, or we don't get off this elevator." He said, being stubborn and not having an expression at all.

"Why can't you just forget about it?! It's not that big of a deal!" Tears began to pour out of my eyes.

"If it's not a big deal, why are you crying?" His tone changed into a caring, sweet one.

"Because it's stupid! It doesn't mattet that I think about it all day, and that it will probably happen! It doesn't matter! It never will!" I slid down the wall and sat on the floor, crying into my hands.

"What will happen, Nichole?" Harry sat down beside me, and rubbed my arm, trying to comfort me.

"You'll leave me." I said, much clamer than I ment to. Acctually, I didn't mean to say it at all. It was supposed to just be one of those things that you burry inside you, for no one to find.

"You'll just walk away, not caring about me." I continued. "I think about that every day, Harry. While you're thinking about everything that has happened with us, I'm worrying what will happen with us. I think about everytime we fight, and how it may be our last, because you'll realize I'm not good enough for you. And then you go and say sweet stuff that make me love you more, which makes me all the more scared. Because the further I fall for you, the harder I land." I sobbed. His lips were parted, like he couldn't believe what I had just said, and honestly, I couldn't believe I had said it either.

"Nicki," He paused. He scooted closer to me and wrapped his arms around me, like he does all the time. "I will never leave you. Ever. I love you way to much to let you go. You're the only girl I have, and ever will love. You're my everything Nichole, and I would never leave you. I worry about that stuff all the time." He stated.

"You do?" I lifted my head.

"Yes." He said. "I worry about how you might just leave one day, too. I'm really scared Nichole. I get scared everytime I'm not with you, that you'll just leave and wont come back. And if you ever did leave, I would die. Without you, I'm nothing so there's no way I would leave you. I love you so much, Nichole. Please don't think like that." He hugged me tightly. I layed my head on his shoulder and began to speak.

"Harry, Me? Leave you? Never. You're all I have that I really care about and without you, I'm nothing. I love you so much, I would never leave. And if I ever did, I would come back. I wouldn't make it a day without you." I looked him in the eye.

"Let's make a promise to each other, shall we?" Harry smilled. "I promise to never leave you, even when you drive me insane. I promise to love you, even after I die. I love you."

"I promise to never leave you. When we argue and I want to punch you in the face, I will do anything but leave. I'm with you forever, and I will love you forever. I love you." I made my promise to him.

He grinned and smashed his lips to mine.

As our lips moved with each other, it dawned on me that he had stopped the elevator.

"Harry," I pulled away. "We need to get off the elevator." I laughed. He laughed with me, and stood up, offering me a hand. I took it, and smilled.

I'm not near as scared as I was, now that I know that he was scared too. I didn't think Harry Styles could be scared of anything. He acts so tough and strong, like he knows what he's doing. But deep down, he's as scared as me. He just hides it better.