Maid For Mr. Harry Styles

Chapter 4 // The Run Away's

Liz’s POV

I waited under the sheets until it was about three in the morning. I flipped off the covers grabbing the back I had always kept packed. My Toms were already on as I slipped open the window. I pulled on my jacket as the cold night bit at my face. I threw my bag down to the ground climbing out on the roof; there was a tree that led directly down to the ground. I reached up hugging to the branch hoping it would hold my weight I scooted towards the trunk slowly and carefully climbing down trying not to fall. I dropped to the ground slipping off my feet in the early morning I quickly got up grabbing my bag and starting down the road. I crossed my arms grabbing my sides hopefully to stay a bit warmer.

I constantly looked over my shoulder expecting someone, anyone to be there but there never was. A part of me felt free to be away from the Styles’ another part felt relieved. Finally I was leaving them behind me and taking control of my own life. I felt bad for not saying goodbye to Susy and Clairice but they always told me that they would have run away long before I did. I checked my watch on my wrist it was only about three thirty I tucked my arm back in its space. I looked behind me but noticed the headlights a bit too late to run. The driver pulled up coming to a crawl rolling down their window; I looked at the ground trying to avoid anyone who was in the car. “Where are you going?” I heard the familiar British accent with that raspy tone to it. I looked at the moon knowing my freedom had quickly come to a close just as fast as it came.

“Away from any of you people,” I huffed my breath showing in the dead of night.

“Get in the car,” Harry said sternly.

“No,” I said harshly as I kept walking. Harry abruptly stopped the car climbing out as he left the door open behind him. Harry only wore a plain black tee shirt with grey sweats and a grey beanie covering his curls. Harry grabbed my arm forcing me to the car he was stronger than me but I fought him anyway. I somehow managed to get loose from his grip running. I should have run in the woods but I was only in Toms and Harry had running shoes on; I’m sure he was a lot faster than I was. I screamed when he grabbed me by my waist throwing me over his shoulder I kicked, screamed and pounded on his back trying to get him to let me go. Harry opened the car door and threw me in he jogged over to the other side hopping in locking the doors. I crossed my arms not even moving to on my seatbelt as he did a turn around.

He pulled into his driveway without lights so he wouldn’t wake his parents. Harry grabbed my bag throwing it over his shoulder holding me by my arm leading me inside. He set my bag down in my room I expected it to be cold but he had shut the window. He came back into my room with a few pillow and blankets of his own. “What are you planning Harry?” I asked standing by the window.

“I am sleeping in your room so if you try anything I will wake up and stop you plain and simple.” He said while he laid down his blankets and pillows. Harry lay down on his self made bed covering himself. I flung off my shoes shedding off my coat; I lay on the other side of the bed wrapping myself in the blanket. I squeezed my eyes shut wishing sleep would come as soon as possible. I tossed and turned till finally getting a little more comfortable till I fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up to see Harry had cleared out of my room. I grabbed m towel going to my own bathroom. It was cramped and didn’t have space to do anything really. Mrs. Jane said it was a way of keeping mine and everyone else’s things separate. I stripped my clothes stepping into the running water. It was like Satan’s tongue licking my back at the water fell rinsing everything from the night before and this morning washing it down the drain. I finished with my shower the towel wrapped around my body I stepped into my room and saw Harry stretched out on my bed. “Harry, get out!” I shouted at him. He propped himself on his elbows otherwise not budging with a cheeky grin on his face.

“Let’s get out of here and do something?” I laughed at him trying to hold up my towel.

“Going out with you again? No thanks, not what after happened the last time and I didn’t even want to go then.” I spat at him backing up to the bathroom door.

“It wasn’t that bad now was it?” He asked standing coming towards me. I held out my hand stopping him. I felt his muscles clench under my hand through his shirt. I let my hand linger there for a moment but I’m not sure if it was because I like the way his chest felt or if I was making sure he wasn’t going to come any closer.  I looked him in the eyes his smile gone placed with a thin line.

“It was horrible you beat up my best friend!” I said coldly almost wanting to scream at him. I started crying my shoulders shaking; I held my towel up with both hands. Harry pulled me into his chest and I let him not being able to fight against it. Harry sat there hugging me as I cried rubbing my back trying to sooth me.

“Come with me and I’ll make it worth your while,” I pulled away looking him in the eyes. A part of me hated him with a passion and wanted nothing to do with him. But then the other side was interested to see what he had in mind. It was like a cat fight inside me making a whirlwind of emotions I couldn’t fathom. I casted my eyes downward to the floor biting my lip trying to make a decision.

“I’ll go,” I said backing away from him. “Where are we going?” I asked dryly.

“You’ll see trust me you’ll love it.” He said spinning around to walk out.

“You don’t know me Harry don’t act so sure,” his eyes fell to the ground as he bit his bottom lip; he nodded moving out of my room. I put on my black skinny jeans and a graphic tee. I put on light make up, cover up, a thin line of liquid eye liner on my top lid, a few brushes of mascara, and a natural eye shadow. I slipped on some boots taking deep breaths to calm myself. I walked down the stairs meeting Harry, we left.

Harry pulled into a hospital parking lot. I looked at him strange as he climbed out opening my door he walked like he already knew where he was going. He stood by a room waiting for me to open the door. I put my hand on the door slowly opening it to Sam. My eyes widened in shock as I rushed to the side of his bed. 

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A/N: Sorry if this chapter was really short! But do you guys like the way Harry is acting towards Liz? Do you like the fact Harry was sweet for taking her to see Sam? Do you think it hurts Harry to see Liz so happy to see Sam? Tell me all of your thoughts guys! I would love to hear them!!! 

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