Teenage Run Away ✘ Harry Styles [2013] ✔

Chapter 38

*Harry's P.O.V*

"So, what should we do?" I asked nervously, shifting on the couch of the room we crashed in last night, to get comfortable.

Lastnight, we barely got into this place. It's an old, torn down hotel, but it was enough for lastnight.

The lady at the desk, was rather grouchy so I had to give her a little more money than I had planned.

"I don't know, what do you want to do?" Nichole sat down next to me, resting her head on my shoulder.

"Crap." I said silently, laying my head back in frustration. Letting out a big sigh, I quickly stood up, recieving a confused look from Nicki.

"I'll be right back. I'm going to the hall to make a phone call I forgot to make lastnight." I smiled a sweet smile, and walked out the door to the hall.

There's a phone in the hall, and you can use it if you have enough money.

For such a crapy, little and old hotel, they're expensive.

I dialed Louis's number-that I just so happen to remember, and it started ringing.

"C'mon Louis, pick up." I said to myself, listening to ring, after ring, after ring.

"What do you want?!" He finally answered. And grouchy too.

"What's wrong with you?" I chuckled.

"It's three in the morning," He snapped. "So, what's wrong with you?" He said harshly. Geez, he's mean when you wake him up.

"I need help." I sighed sadly. "I have a huge favor, and you can't tell anyone."

"Ok.." He said calmer than I expected. Well, here goes..

*Nichole's P.O.V*

As I sat on the couch waiting for Harry to get back, I wondered. I thought about where Dylan is, what Dad is doing to him, and differnt stuff.

As I replayed all the good memories from my past, Harry walked through the door and plopped himself down next to me.

"I love you." He smiled sweetly.

"That was random.." I laughed slightly. "And I love you too." I touched the tip of his nose with my finger, as if he were a little boy.

"We should do something fun today." He said.

"Like what?"

"Anything you want to do." He put his hand on my cheek and gently rubbed it. I smiled and leaned more into his hand. All of a sudden, he leaned in and kissed me passionately.

After we pulled away, I asked, "What was that for?"

"What? I can't kiss you?" He leaned back.

"Of course you can, but you're acting weird.." I stated. "You're acting as if today were our last day together." I laughed slightly. Which if that was the case, I would never leave his arms. I don't know what I'd do without him. He's my life.

Harry looked down, keeping silent. That's when I became nervous, and really scared.

"Harry.. What's going on?" I asked seriously. He looked me in the eye, and I instantly knew he was hiding something from me. "Harry," I warned. He sighed, and came closer to me.

"I don't want to tell you, Nichole. You wouldn't be able to handle it." He wrapped his arm around me, and held me tightly. I pulled away, and looked up, hurt.

"Why? I'm a strong girl." I defended myself, rather weakly.

"I know baby." He hugged me. "I know. But, I made a promise to you, and you were hurt just by thinking I would do that to you." He didn't specifically say what he was talking about.

My mind instantly went to the elevator. I had been worried that he would leave me, and he promised he wouldn't. I havn't thought about it since, until now.

My heart broke a little when I realized he was going to leave me. Or atleast that's what he implied..

Why? What did I do? Have I hurt him? Why does he want to leave me?

"You're leaving me?" I began to cry. "What have I done?" I pulled away. "If I ever hurt you, I'm sorry. I love you Harry, please don't leave me. Why do you want to leave me?" I sobbed.

"Nichole," He started to tear up. "I don't want to leave you, baby. I love you more than anything on this earth, and I would die for you. Ok? You're my everything, and you did nothing wrong. You're perfect." He looked me in the eyes.

"Then.. why? Why are you leaving?" More tears streamed down my face. My heart is broken into a million pieces right now.

"I got a call the other day, and all I'm saying is someone has been watching me, ever since I got to America. They know who you are, and they know how much you mean to me, so they know wear to hurt me. They said that it's me or you, so I said me. I'm not going to let anything happen to you, for as long as I can help it." He held me tightly, as I cried on his shoulder. He sniffed silently, signaling he was crying as well.

"Why are they watching you?"

"Back when I was in London, I had some issues with some guys. I never finished what I was supposed too, and they're getting me back for it." He explained. "Let's not talk about it anymore, ok?" He suggested.

I nodded, even though I wanted to know more.

Why? Why would someone do that? So Harry didn't do what they wanted him to, and they follow him around and take him away from me?

How are they going to take him away anyway? Are they going to kidnap him? Hurt him..? .. Kill him?

No. No. Just no.

Don't think about that, don't speak like that, Nichole. I told myself.

Never. They wouldn't do that. They can't.. They wont..

They couldn't, I wont let them.