RUNAWAY [[A Harry Styles and Marcel fanfic]]

c-nine- (BONUS CHAPTER TEN bc ily <3 )

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CHAPTER NINE

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I look up at harry, my eyes wide with shock. I am not really sure if what I just heard was the right thing or not.

“I what?” I ask again, expecting his to say something else. Anything, but not this.

“Yeah, you can stay here, as long as you mind your own business, and don’t trouble me. And when you find yourself a place to live in, you can move out.”

“Oh my God! I can’t tell you how grateful i am to you.”

He laughs. “But i am not, I am stuck with you.”

“So why are you helping me?”

“I don’t know, I like social work I guess.” He grins cheekily, and in a long time, everything seems alright again.

“Alright, to begin with, you are going to need a spare pair of keys. You don’t have to answer any doorbells. If it is me, i will have my own set of keys remember? When you leave, make sure no one sees you.” He gets up, and places his chair back to where he dragged it from.

“this is my room.” He says pointing towards the room just opposite the dining room, where he was drying his under wears.

“That will be yours.” He says as he walks me to a small room at the end of the corridor. It is tiny, literally, everything in here is, but something is better than nothing.

Just now, a wild thought crosses my mind, and it hopes how much better it would have been if Harry had only one bedroom, and sharing a bed with him would have been a sheer necessity.

This room is tidy, perhaps no one uses it. The queen sized bed has two pillows lined against the headboard, and a cream coloured duvet is spread neatly across the bed. A brown blanket lies at the foot of the bed, folded in a neat fashion. There is a bedside table with a table lamp, and the windows are huge, covered by thick musty curtains just like the ones in the living room. Maybe its the windows that attracted Harry to this house. I don’t know.

I turn in circles to get a better look of my surroundings. Harry stands a few feet behind me, with his arms folded against his chest.

I see there are photo frames of flowers done in oil paint. I guess thats what it is. They look pretty dead to me, but then again, I don’t very much have the artist’s eye.

I take a seat at the edge of the bed, and Harry walks out of the room, only to return later without his blazer. This view in front of me is breathtaking. His white shirt clings onto his toned torso tightly enough to show a few stretched creases between the buttons. He grimaces a bit as he loosens his silly lilac tie and whines “wearing this was such a challenge.”

I laugh in response. “i wouldn’t doubt that. i hate it just as much as you do, or probably more.”

“I wouldn’t doubt that either.” He lightly giggles.

Silence falls over us again, and I am not actually sure when this pattern will come to an end. Obviously i am new to Harry’s world and I can’t expect him to run to me with open arms, make me jump on his lap and cuddle with me all night long; though I wouldn’t mind the tiniest bit of it.

“Now,” Harry’s voice brings me back to reality “we need to get you some clothes, till you can buy your own. You can wear a few of mine, and I think you will need some money to buy your…” he clears his throat “things.”