Run Away {Bastille || Dan Smith || Kyle Simmons} [ON HOLD]

Chapter Four

Anwen and Carys slipped through the backdoor and ran up to their room unnoticed. After a few minutes locked inside, someone knocked on the door. Carys slowly walked over to open it. 

- Hello? - She looked through the thin gap.

- We were still waiting for you. - Harry said. 

- You told our dad we ran away, we don't want to talk to you. - Anwen said from behind them. 

- We didn't told anything to anyone, in fact, we helped you. - Harry continued. Carys and Anwen looked at each other; Anwen signalled her to open the door. - Finally some good sense. - He sighed as he walked in.

- Shut up. - Anwen sat up on the bed as the other guys got inside too. - How did you help us?

- We told your dad you were getting something we asked you. - Harry shrugged as he sat on the bed next to her. The girls were quiet for a moment. 

- Thanks. - Carys said and the guys smiled. 

- What were you doing, anyway? - Louis asked. 

- We went for a walk on the park. - Carys vaguely said.

- Wow, almost three hours just walking in the park in the cold dark night? - Zayn mocked. 

- And later we got some pizza. - Anwen continued. 

- I still don't think it was just that. - Liam said.

- Well, you believe us if you want. - Anwen proceeded. - Now could you please excuse us? 

- Why? - Harry smirked at her. - Don't you like us? 

- We were just thinking that maybe, umm, you have something else to do and- Carys nervously fiddled with her hair.

- No, I don't like you. - Anwen spat. (not literally, durr)

- You love us. - Harry caressed her cheek but she tapped his hand away.

- Please, leave. - She frowned, but he was still smirking.

- You won't get rid of us so soon. - He got off her bed and they left. Carys looked at Anwen.

- What did he mean? - The blonde asked.

- I have no idea. - Anwen sighed.

They sat together on the bed to try to compose something again. 

After a long time, they had something. 

''These streets are yours, you can keep them
I don't want them
They pull me back, and I surrender
To the memories I run from

Oh, we have paved these streets
With moments of defeat

But even if we won't admit it to ourselves
We'll walk upon these streets and think of little else
So I won't show my face here anymore
I won't show my face here anymore''

Anwen sang as she played the guitar. 

- That's great! - Carys exclaimed.

- It's a start. - Anwen nodded and continued writing on her beloved notebook. 

After a few more minutes, they had a song. They were discussing it, when someone knocked on the door.

- Girls! - Agnes yelled from outside.

- Agnes! - Anwen ironically yelled back, making her sister laugh. The housekeeper, impatiently, opened the door. 

- Thank god you're back. You got what the boys asked you? - The girls nodded. - Great. Keep being good girls; our visits are very important people.