Teenage Run Away ✘ Harry Styles [2013] ✔

Chapter 37

"So where exactly are we running off to?" I asked Harry, shifting in my seat to get comfortable.

"Where ever you want." He stated. "I don't really have any ideas." He looked at me, waiting for my suggestion.

"Well.. How far is Paris from here?" I asked.

"Like five hours." He answered.

"Five hours?" My eyes grew wide. "I thought it was like an hour away!"

"Nope." Harry laughed. "You know nothing about the United Kingdom, do you?" He smiled.

"Not really." I confessed. "But I know the people are British! I knew that much before we came! And I can speak a little french, so all the more reason we should go to Paris." I grinned widely.

"Alright." He sighed, giving in to my suggestion. "Whatever you want, is fine with me." He smiled, cranking the car that Harry traded for his bike.

To me, Harry seems a little down. He got a call when we were leaving the hotel, and hasn't been the same ever since. He's so distant now for some reason.

"Harry, is everything ok?" I asked him, concerned.

"Yeah." He nodded his head. "Everything's fine. Just fine." He grabbed my hand, and laced his fingers with mine. He smiled a sad smile, and began to drive.

What's going on with him?

*Harry's P.O.V*

Two days. He gave me two days to spend with her. I hate him so much right now, I feel like I could kill him.

Two days!

That phone call had to be the worst phone call of my life. Who's going to take care of her? Where will she go? I promised.. She'll hate me..

Louis. He can take care of her. I know he loves her. Not in that way, but he loves her enough to take care of her.

How will I tell her? I can't tell her something like this! Who knows what she would do.

I wish we'd never met. I love her more than anyone else, but I've gotten her into so much trouble. She has no idea what he'll do.

I'm not the least bit scared for me. I'm scared for her. What will she do? How will she know what happened? How will she take it?

I'll have to call Louis and talk to him about this.

*Nichole's P.O.V*

After an hour of driving, the silence drove me insane, so I turned on the radio. I smiled when my favorite singer started to play.

'Kiss Me' by Ed Sheeran, is my favorite song in the world.

Ed is just beautiful, and I love him. He's like an angel, and his voice is just amazing. When everything was going on in my life; like my Dad and Mom abusing me an Dylan, Ed was always my escape.

He's my escape when anything bad happens, and he always will be.

"Settle down with me," Harry started to sing. I looked at him in suprise that he acctually knew this song, and decided to join him. "Cover me up, cuddle me in." We sang quietly.

He smiled and grabbed my hand, kissing the top of it, still keeping his eyes on the road.

"Lie down with me and hold me, in you arms.

And my hearts against your chest, lips pressed to my neck, I'm falling for your eyes but they don't know me yet." We sang together.

"Harry?" I asked, breaking our little singing moment.

"Hm?" He kept his eyes on the road, his grip very tight on the wheel.

"Can this be our song?" I blurted. He looked at me, and smiled sweetly.

"Of course baby." He kissed my hand that was still in the grip of his. "This is our song." He looked back to the road with a smile on his face.

He made me smile when he smiled, and I sat back in my seat.

"Kiss me like you want to be loved, you want to be loved, you want to be loved.

This feels like fallin' in love, fallin' in love, fallin' in love." Our voices colided.

I thought about how lucky I was, and I couldn't whipe the smile off my face. I'm so happy, nothing could ruin this.