Teenage Run Away ✘ Harry Styles [2013] ✔

Chapter 39

I woke up, to Harry kissing my forehead, and leaving a note where he was laying. A tear fell from his eye, and landed on my face. He quickly whipped it away, and walked out the door.

As soon as he was gone, I raised up and cut the light on. I grabbed the note, and read it as quick as I could.

It read, 'You're my everything. I love you more than you will ever know, and don't you forget that. Whatever you do, don't look for me, because you will never find me.. I'm sorry.

You're the center of my world, an I'm doing this to protect you. Louis will take good care of you. He has news about Dylan too, and it's good :) He will should be there when you wake up.

Please, don't leave him. He's the only one I would ever trust with you. So please, don't leave him.

I love you princess xo

Don't forget me,

Love, Harry'

I started to cry, and it hit me that I might not ever see him again.

That's it. This isn't happening.

They will not take Harry from me, and they will not tear us apart. They can't and they wont.

I jumped up, and ran out the door as quickly as I could. I didn't care how I looked.

Looking good, wasn't really my mission right now.

I ditched the elevator and ran down the stairs. We were on the second floor so it wasn't really a long way to run.

I had no idea what time it was, because I didn't bother to look, but it looked like it was early in the morning.

As I got out the doors of the hotel, I got onto the street. I looked around but didn't see Harry anywhere.

His car was still in the same place as he had left it when we arrived, so he didn't take it.

I was completely cluless as to where he had gone, so I asked around. I know I'm stupid, but I'll do anything to find him.

"Excuse me?" I walked up to a woman and a little girl, who looked about four. "Have you seen a curly haired boy, covered in tatoos?" I chuckled at that last part.

"Quoi?" She replied confused.

Right, I forgot. We're in Paris, these people speak French. Of course..

I hit my head repeatedly, trying to remember what very little French I remembered from last year in school.

The girl laughed at me, while the woman quickly walked away as if she were scared. Of course she is.. Of course..

As I continued to walk around and creep people out, I soon realized that no one spoke any english, and that I would have to find him myself.

Before I could give up and walk a differnt direction, A girl about forteen grabbed my arm.

"Excuse me?" She said. She speaks english! Yes! "Are you looking for a curly-haired punk boy? I heard you ask everyone about him." She stated.

"Yes, I am. Have you see him?" I asked hopfully.

"Eh, is he a little bit taller than you, dressed in all black, crying like a little boy?" She questioned. I was a little aggrivated that she called him a little boy, but I didn't really care right now.

"Yeah, that's him." I nodded.

"He went that way." She pointed down an alley, past a wired fence. "I could help you find him if you want." She shrugged.

"That would be great, thanks." An we ran down the alley. "I can't explain why I need to find him, but we have to hurry." I told her. She nodded and we climbed the wired fence. We came out of the alley and the girl took a left.

"I think I know where he might be." She looked back, telling me. I nodded and we ran faster. I don't think I've ever ran so fast in my life.

After a good while of running, and reciving stares from many people, she brought me to behind a old, torn up building. There was an old, worn down gate, with another alley, leading to a dead end.

"How do you know he's here? You didn't see him run here, did you?" I became kind of scared to go in such a creepy place. They alley was very dark, despite the fact that it was day.

"Well, no. But this is where most punks come." She opened the gate, causing it to make a loud screech, and after I followed, she shut it.

"But he's not most punks." I mumbled under my breath, looking up to the sky.

I refuse to tell her what's going on. I don't even know the girl!

We walked down the alley, that I thought came to a dead end, but I was wrong. It made a right, which we took.

We were coming to the end of the alley, and before we could walk out, the girl stopped me. She stood still, and listened closely to who knows what.

"Ah, so you came." A deep voice said.

"Can we just get this over with?" Harry ignored the guy's comment...

Wait.. Harry!

I jumped and before the girl could stop me, I stepped out of the alley, and Harry's back was facing me while the other guy wouldn't take his eyes off me.

"So I see you brought a friend." He nodded to me.

Harry turned around, and the minute he saw me, his eyes grew wide. But I wasn't sure if he was shocked, or angry that I had found him.