Criminal (punk harry styles)

chapter eleven

** STOP IMPORTANT: PUT SIA - MY LOVE ON REPEAT RN IT ADDS TO THE EFFECT OKAY CONTINUE **

Delilah's P.O.V.

When I awoke, I was alone. In the daze I'm always in when I first wake up, I rolled over, expecting a pleasant warmth to surround me where Harry had previously been laying. I was disappointed though, when all I found was cold space. He must've gotten up a while ago.

It was eerily quiet as I stumbled to the door, pushing it open with my shoulder since it was slightly wedged open.

"Harry?" I yawned, carefully walking down the stairs. There was no response, the silence just as disappointing as the cold sheets. "Harry?" I called again, more awake now. I was getting a little worried when I got to the bottom of the stair case, going on a mini-hunt for Harry. He was nowhere to be found, the only room left to check being the kitchen. by now I was shivering, a familiar chill captured in the walls that had always surrounded me before Harry came now back, as I took my last shred of hope and tore it in half at the sight of the empty kitchen. I glimpsed a slip of white on the counter top, and I got the feeling it wasn't something I wanted to see, but I picked it up anyway, noticing that my name was printed across the front in quite neat but big writing. I unfolded what I could now name as a letter, a lump of bile already forming in the back of my throat.

Dearest Delilah,

I'm so sorry, but I have to go. I know I'm going to seem like the biggest ass now, but it had to of happened sometime, and I'd rather it happened now instead of later, when you're even more attatched to me. Besides, your parents come home tonight anyway, right?

I wish I could've said goodbye in person, but let's face it, you wouldn't have let me go if I did. Thank you so much for taking care of me for the past 3 days, it was honestly the best 3 days I've had in a while. For the first time in 9 years, you've made me feel loved, and I can't thank you enough for that.

Don't think you'll be the only one hurting, because believe me, it hurts me to write this just as much as it'll hurt for you to read it. I apologize for the fact that your first friend had to be a criminal on the run, I wish things could be a little different. I wish I was just normal Harry again, and you were the same Delilah, and we could live in the happily-ever-after world you seem to be so obsessed with - I read your diary, sorry.

I don't want you to be too sad, so please don't do anything stupid after you're done reading this. Don't bother looking for me, I'm going somewhere you'd never find me, or anyone for that matter. This might sound a little creepy, but I was watching you sleep before, and it only just hit me how innocent you really are. You're only a 17 year old girl, Delilah, you shouldn't be getting mixed up with people as horrid as me, no matter how lonely you are.

To be honest, you were my first friend too. I'll miss you dearly, Delilah, and I wish I could stay but things run differently in the real world, the world your parents hid you from so well. Don't forget me, okay? I mean, it would probably be better for you if you did, but I don't want you to. I know I won't forget you.

Best friends, right?

Love, Harry.

By the time I was finished reading, I'd pulled on a pair of boots and a jumper. Like hell I'm not gonna go look for that idiot. Betrayal and anger were freshly branded in my mind, as well as sadness and loneliness. I know he couldn't stay here forever, but why couldn't he at least say goodbye? I probably would've cried harder than I am now, but at least I would've gotten to see him one last time.

I didn't even realise it was raining outside until it started to seep through the thick fabric of my beige jumper, but that still didn't stop me. I searched up the street, around the corner, as far as my legs would take me. My tears and the rain, mixed with my anger, blinded all of my senses, so I was a little surprised when I found myself at the central bridge of town. I had to be at least 5 miles away from my house, but I had no idea what the time was since the dark sky revealed nothing and I'd forgotten to grab my phone during my rampage through the house.

My pace slowed as I got closer to the beginning of the long bridge, the rain so heavy now that it was difficult to even see in front of me. My eyes turned to slits as ice cold drops stabbed into my skin, making my shiver violently as I got further across.

I must've been close to the middle of the bridge when I spotted a black blob close to the edge of the railing. Or was it on the other side of the railing? It was hard to tell. Either way, I edged closer towards the large mass that appeared to be teetering on the edge, soon recognising the form as a person's body. My eyebrows pulled together, debating on whether to see what this moron was doing or continue the search for Harry. He could be miles away by now...

As much as I needed to find Harry, I needed to make sure this person was alright.

"Hey!" I called out, my broken voice muffled by the pouring rain. "What are you doing?"

The person didn't look, probably anable to hear me, and continued to dangle dangerously close to the edge.

I was now less than 2 metres away from the person. What the hell were they doing? I tried to take in what they were wearing, but the rain just blurred everything and the only thing I could make out were white, brown and black.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" I shouted, my voice stronger and louder than it had previously been. This time, the person's head turned, but their face was just as blurred as the rest of their body.

However, there was no mistaking those acid green eyes.

"Harry," I breathed, relief washing over me. But that relief soon vanished when I realised what was going on. "Harry!" I gasped, lunging for my best friend, but now that he'd seen me it was too late.

"Harry!" I shrieked, my fingers just missing the material of his shirt as he flung himself off the bridge, his body tumbling through the air before disappearing into the murky river below me.

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