Mischief

Ch 5. Change

(Btw at the end there is dancing. I mean dancing;) not just dancing so if you can't handle that well oops)

I watch Harry as he tosses his clothes into a black duffle bag. His eyebrows are creased, his lips in a line. I feel incredibly guilty. He's practically being forced away from his personal life. He opens a black bag and places his laptop and a few books inside. "You read?" I ask. He slightly nods while looking for other necessities to pack. "Look I'm sorry." Harry's green eyes look up to meet mine. "Mara, I already told you its okay. We're stuck in this mess, lets just make the best of it." I nodded but stayed silent. "Okay, all packed. Let's go."

I walked to my car, Harry was going to follow behind me in his car. We went to my house and I packed before we came to Harry's. I hopped in my car and waited for the text that would come any second. My phone vibrated, I opened the phone to see the text, the address to our temporary home. I put the address into the GPS, I had a feeling things were going to change.

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"Mara! Wake Up!" I heard Harry calling me. I shot up, were we found? How could they find us. I ran out into the hall. I saw Harry making breakfast. "There you are. That didn't take that long," he smiled at me while putting an omelet and hash browns onto a plate. "Come on, eat up." My eyes were wide with confusion, "I thought you were in trouble or something. I thought they found us!" Harry laughed at me and i scowled at him. "You're paranoid. I was making you breakfast." "Well I've learned to be paranoid. It's better to be paranoid then oblivious to things." He thought about what I had just said, "Well in some ways. But then it's hard to trust people. And kick back and have fun." I sighed and just took my plate to the coach.

Harry came and sat next to me a minute later, his food in hand. "My food any good?" I nodded with a mouthful of omelet. "You know I was thinking, since we are going to be here, and don't know how long, we should find some places around here. Like places to eat, to shop, a gym, those sorta things." "You go to the gym Styles?" I looked at him teasingly. "Hey! I'm not THAT out of shape," I laughed at Harry's need to defend himself. "Harry, I'm just teasing. I can tell your in shape. Anyways, I think that's a good idea. Who knows how long we'll be here." "Then eat up, get dressed, and we'll get going." I looked down at what I was wearing. Fuck. I was in my somewhat revealing pajamas. They were some beach shorts and a tank top. I didn't even put on a bra! I rushed outside thinking he was in trouble. My face turned red. Harry got up to put his plate in the sink. He was a gentleman at least, he didn't really look at me the way some guys would've. I was thankful for that.

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"Mara you ready?! I've been waiting for ages already!" "Harry you were ready before I even woke up so be patient!" I shouted from my room. I had some jeans, a black V-Neck, and some converse on. I was tugging my curly hair up into a messy bun. "I'll be out in a second." "That's what you said 5 minutes ago!" "Well this time I mean it!" I finished and walked out of my room to meet Harry in the living room.

"Hm. With all that time I thought you'd come out looking like you're on your way the Grammy's." I rolled my eyes at him, "It was only half an hour Harry. And I had to shower. Don't be so dramatic." I grabbed my phone and then we were out the door. We hopped in to his car and I automatically reach to turn on the radio. I kept flipping through channels to find a song I actually liked; I kept hearing Harry's little grunts and sighs of discontent when I passed a station he liked. "Problem, Styles?" "As a matter of fact, there is Mara. I don't see why you can't just choose a channel. There were good songs you skipped over." I gave a short laugh, "Harry I don't quite enjoy all the music on the radio. Its all techno music, dance breaks, and pointless lyrics. I'll listen to it if I'm in an excited mood or want to dance but they are annoying otherwise. And then when there's a nice song with meaningful lyrics on the radio, it's so fucking overplayed to the point you want to punch the radio." "Well I didn't know you felt so strongly about this. But you gotta let me listen to a few of those songs once in a while. Since we're moving in together and all." I thought about this argument, "Well I'll tell you what. I will listen to whatever you want once in a while as long as I listen to I want to. Either way I'm sure you'll like my taste in music and get used to it. Change is good." "You'll like the radio too," he gave me a playful wink. "Deal."