Loose Change (Harry Styles Fan-Fic) Book 2 (IN EDITING)

Part nineteen

Okay guys! First, I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING LAST WEEK BUT I HAD WORK AND JKGLJHGLH IM SORRY! This chapter isn't that long and again IM SORRY! But the next chapter is going to be pretty lengthy and probably one of my favorite chapters! :D Okay Okay well enjoy XOXO

BTW THE VID LINK ON THE RIGHT REMINDS ME OF THIS CHAPTER IDK IF U WANT TO LISTEN BUT ITS THERE LIKE YA OKAY

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"Why we're you on the phone with him?! And don't you dare even try to lie to me and say that it wasn't him." I say as I stomp myself towards him.

He sits up completely straight and begins to tangle his fingers in his hair in a very nervous way, heating me up even more.

"Um I-"

"Why is it so hard for you to tell me the truth for once in your life? What have I ever done to you that makes you treat me like this? Please tell me!" I practically beg as I try to hold in all the moisture that is trying to leak out.

His eyes stare into my most likely red ones, making him shut his tight out of guilt and regret.

"You're just drunk Jane. You're not going to remember any of this tomorrow. Just...just go." He says as his eyes slowly open.

I shake my head out of frustration. That is really his response?!

"I'm not- I. You know what... you're right." I retort, causing his eyes to widen a little. He just nods as his body becomes less stiff and more calm.

I nod my head back and I take a deep breath before I turn around and I saunter out of his room without another word.

Even though Louis is kind of my friend now, I don't want to talk to him or anyone about anything that has happened. All I want to do is leave and I don't just mean this room, I want to leave this house and Harry and just everything. I want to escape and just try to leave to help myself get a better life and to succeed. I'm sick of having to wait around alone each day, just waiting for something spontaneous to happen. Rose would want me to have a better life, I want to too. And that's what I intend to do.

I walk to my room and I slowly and tiredly close the door before I lock it. My eyes roam the room and memories of everything that has happened in just the last few weeks frame in my mind. The first time I was in here when Liam and Niall saved me, when Harry carried me all the way from the park to here when I had a panic attack, when I started getting feelings for him, when I realized that I did...Which is another reason why I must depart from this place. It's haunting and controlling my life, or at least one of the beasts that live here is.

Everything I do, whether it's right or wrong should be decided by me, not by someone else. If I want to leave, I can. I'm nineteen for crying out loud. I'm legally considered an adult and I need to start acting independently like one.

My feet lead me to the recognizable dresser and my hand grabs my sketch book that is resting on top of it. I contemplate with myself whether or not I should take some clothes just in case and I end up just grabbing a few undergarments, one shirt, and a pair of sweat pants before I head to the window on top of the bed.

My knees are rested on the pillows as I try sliding up the window glass, to open it.

When my very little strength is finally put to use, the window finally opens, letting in a cold breeze. The feeling is quite refreshing and I enjoy it for a second before I put my right foot through the opening, following with my left. I need to get out of here as quickly as I can, before any of them find out.