Why don't we go there? - Harry Styles fanfic

Chapter 9.

A/N: I'm sorry for not posting in a week, but it's been a lot around Christmas and I've barely had any time to start my computer in a couple of days. But I hope you understand. Please vote and comment, it means a lot to me

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“Mom, there’s something you’re not telling me,” I stated when we were sitting by the dinnertable.

“It’s nothing honey,” Anna said.

“Mama,” I gave her a sceptical look. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“It’s just that… I don’t know. I feel like even though we’re in a different country, he still has some kind of power over us. You know how much power he has over in New York, I don’t even know what he could do with all that power.”

“Mama, please don’t cry,” I said taking her hand. “We’ve shed to many tears because of him. He’s not worth it.”

I stood up and pulled Anna in to a hug.

“I’m just so glad I have you here with me, safe and sound,” she said. My sweater soaked up her tears but I couldn’t care less.

“Let’s watch a movie or something, yeah?” I said guiding her to the living room.

“I’m sorry baby, I really don’t feel like watching a movie tonight. I’m just gonna head off to bed.” Anna said giving me a tired smile. “Don’t stay up too late, okay? I love you.”

She kissed my cheek and walked over to the stairs.

“Sleep tight, love you too.”

The clock just hit 1:00 am on my phone and i still couldn’t sleep. The worst part was that I had to get up in about six hours and I needed my sleep. It was now Friday and I was already burried under books and tests up to my chin. Slowly I got out of the bed, reaching my dresser. I quickly slipped on a black pair of running capris from nike that reached to mid-calf. They were thight and very comfortable to run in. I grabbed a purple sports bra, a navy blue hoodie, my running shoes and a headband to keep my ears warm. My hair was in a ponytail and i grabbed my phone and but it in my pocket before heading down the stairs as quiet as possible. I grabbed my keys and put them in the other pocket, carefully closing them both so I didn’t lose anything. My fingers were covered in gloves custom for running. I locked the door, careful so that I wouldn’t wake mom. I turned around and started a slow jog down the pavement. It would’ve been a lovely way to see the neighborhood and learning all the streets. Going out for a run, that is. But now it was pitch black, of course, as it was in the middle of the night. I increased the speed of my steps and soon i was deep in my thoughts to even remember where i ran. No need to worry, though. Before I left my phone had 100% battery, so I could always look for a map of some sort if I got lost. Who am I kidding? I’m already lost. But that’s fine, I’ll find my way back one way or another.

Some how Steven found his way to my brain. He hadn't tried anything since Tuesday, but he keeps giving me these looks. I have no idea what he's trying to say, to be honest. I haven't seen Harry either since he saved me. That sounds like a fairytale, "the curly haired Prince Charming saved me from the evil guy". I am grateful for what he did, but I don't like the feeling that I need to be saved. If Steven would have punched me, I can assure you that my fist would be connected with his jaw before he could blink. To bad I didn't get to prove it. One thing that can't leave my mind is the fact that he thinks he can treat a girl like that and think it's okay.

I was so deep in my own thoughts that I didn't even realise where I was until I ran straight into something firm. I looked up to see two brown eyes staring into mine with a fox smirk plastered on his face. He grabbed my upper arms in his big hands, holding me tight against his chest.