Teenage Runaway

03

Harrys POV

“Explain.” I demanded as we entered the living area. “Don’t be so harsh.” Gemma glared at me. “have a seat. Tell us whats up.” Gemma spoke light. Kadence took a seat on our whit sofa. “I was adopted when I was a baby. My adopted mother died when my brother and I were 8. Exle, our adopted father began drinking and getting high and just loosing it. That’s when the abuse began,” Tears formed in her eyes at the mention of it. She paused and then started again. “Life was great when karen, my mum was alive. We were happy. He was an amazing dad. But he changed. He doesn’t give a damn about us. My brother moved out already. But I cant. He left me there alone. I told him to. He couldn’t stay. I wouldn’t let him. I needed to leave.” gemma was there holding her and rubbing her back. “He sounded like he wanted you back though. He..” I stopped when she pulled up her sleeve to reveal bruises. “I-I’m sorry..” I said truly sorry. She used her sleeve to rub away the make uo hiding her terrible abuse proof.  “We’re gonna take care of you.” Gemma and I assured her. “You cant.” she emotionlessly stated. ‘We can. We will. I will.” I assured her again. Gemma nodded. “You’ll get in trouble. Not over me. I wont let it happen.” She snuffled. Her brown eyes we’re glossy and her cheeks red, aside from the bruises. “Shh. Its okay.” Gemma whispered. “You can come on tour with me! Or just stay here!” I suggested. Thinking she knew about One direction. She thought for a moment. “That’s where I know you from!” She chuckled. “Yeah.” I joined. “Fine.” She gave in. Thank god. I looked at her cheeks again. My heart.. Tightened? I never actually felt like this.. Was I in love? No. No way. Can that happen? They say it only takes 1/5th of a second to fall in love. I guess that’s my case.. 

I know I have to protect her. And I will do whatever it takes.  I smiled at her and she returned it. She was beautiful. And I’ll never let her get hurt again

Kadence’s POV

I saw harry looking at me. He smiled. How sweet. I knew he would never like me. But I really liked him.. I was developing insane feelings. Feelings I wouldn’t doubt. I was in love with harry styles. With my savor. Wow.

  When it reached 10 o’clock pm Harry showed me to a guest bedroom. “You can stay here for a while.” he smiled. ‘I’ll let you get used to it here. Feel free to feel at home.” he chuckled. He placed his hand on my cheek and kissed my forehead. I smiled like an idiot I suppose. “Harry..” I spoke before he left. “Yeah?” he casually replied. “Can I talk to you?” I patted the spot the bed beside me. He took a seat and looked at me confused. I began telling him “You took me in. and I know ive only known you for a few hours, but I have developed crazy feelings for you in that short time. I know you could never like a fuck up like me. But I really like you.. Im just sorry I guess.” He looked at me with a smile. “I feel the exact same way.” “You do?” I said in a breath of relief. He planted a kiss on my lips. I kissed back, still very shocked. “I’m not tired.” I whispered into his lips. He smiled. ‘Lets go downstairs. Make something. You havent eaten.” he laughed. “Agreed!” I laughed and hopped off the bed.

 We were downstairs chatting and making conversation. Gemma joined too. We shared laughs and sharedf the news with gemma. The door opened and a girls voiced boomed through the house. “Honeyyy! Im hommeee!” she sounded drunk. I gave gemma a confused look but she looked sure of who it was a worry covered harry and her facial expressions. A girl with long blonde hair and blue eyes entered. She was dressed like a hooker and came to harry. ‘Did you miss me while I was gone?” She giggled before planting a kiss on his lips. Instant tears filled my eyes and I stood up, hurt. I pushed through the two and ran up to the room harry and I had shared our kiss. I locked the door and slid down the. I Held my face as tears fell. ‘God!” I screamed in pain. I chucked a vase across the room and stood up. I started packing my clothing and everything I had recently taken out. “Kadence! Let me in! Let me explain!” Harry pleaded through the other side of the door. “I don’t care!” I cried placing my things in my bag. ‘Please!” he pleaded. I owed it to him and myself to let him explain. I walked over to the door and slowly opened it. “what?!” I asked rudely. Harry entered the room. Lets here this..