Insanity {H.styles}

Chapter 22

Hii sorry for taking so long to update <3
I have been writing exams...
~Porticus xx
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I smiled slightly as I opened my sleepy eyes to peer around the dim room. I was searching around for a pair of bright green eyes but was interrupted by mumbling, Harry's mumbling. He was talking to himself again. He was sitting up, his bare back facing me as he carried on talking. "Just drop it, please." He spoke desperately. "You can't tell me what to do anymore."

I frowned as I watched his hands shake. He was quiet for a while before whispering, "I couldn't help it, this wasn't the plan, it just happened."

"Harry?" I softly said, placing my hand on his arm. He turned around, his eyes were opened wide and looked wild, "Kylie." He said, looking confused as though he forgot I was even in the room.

"Are you alright?" I asked and he simply nodded, although I knew he was lying. "Harry, you can tell me." I sighed, sitting up with him and using the blankets to cover myself. "Do you want to talk about it?" I asked, trying to get him to open up to me. His eyes darted around the room as he shook his head. "No, I would rather not. I don't want to think about her-it." He muttered. "Okay." I smiled, running my hand through his messier-than-usual curls. "I got to go to work," He said, "I'll see you later." He stood up, picking his clothes from last night up off the floor and putting them back on. He often wears the same clothes for a few days, which I find rather odd. But it's not because he doesn't care about hygiene or anything, I think he just forgets. Harry forgets a lot of things, even eating. He can go a whole day without anything to eat, I would have to remind him.

Once he had put his clothes back on, he kissed my forehead and left. I pulled the sheets off me, the fact that I am no longer a virgin now clear on my stained mattress.
I went downstairs to grab something to eat, but unfortunately the cupboards and fridge was empty.

I did nothing but lay around the entire day, there was nothing to do as usual. For some reason though, the whole day I felt strange... I felt nervous and worried, like I knew something bad would happen, but I couldn't figure out what...

I heard the door unlock, and Harry swing the door open and shut it tight. He looked terrified.

"Harry what's going on?" I asked, feeling scared.
"We need to leave- now!" He spoke frantically, running into his bedroom. "What's going on?" I asked, running after him and stopping at his bedroom door.

"They're coming- the police, they are coming!" He rushed as he threw items into a black bag. He then grabbed a few clothes out of his cupboard and threw them at me. "Change." He commanded.
I looked at the clothes, some were in my hand and some had fallen to the floor. They found me?
I could barely breathe, I didn't know what to think.

Harry looked up at me as I froze, not knowing what I wanted to do. He threw the pile of papers that were in his hands inside the black bag and walked up to me, "Please Kylie, we need to leave." He begged as he took the clothes out of my hands. He ripped off my shirt and threw one of his blue hoodie over me, throwing my shirt in one of the bags.

I took the pair of black skinny jeans out of his hand and put it on, trying to hurry. Harry then ran back to his room and tore everything down from his walls, throwing it into the bag. I felt sick to my stomach and numb, do I stall him? Do I run outside and scream for help as soon as we leave the house? Do I even want to be found?- yes, I think.

"H-Harry, where are we even going?" I asked as he emerged from the bathroom with a few of our things in his hands. "Lou is waiting down the street, we are staying with him." He said and I swallowed hard at the thought of that bastard.