Escape - Harry Styles

Chapter 35.

!IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE IN THE END!

Chapter 35.

“Are you now going to tell me what you were doing in my house last week?" 

Harry furrowed his eyebrows and moved his hands from my hold, making me sit up in front of him. He sat up in front of me and sighed.

“I came here for your father.”

“And what did you do to him?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Nothing much.” He shrugged.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I didn’t really do anything to him except throw 2 or three punches.”

“Then why did my mum see you pointing a gun towards him temple?”

“Because.” He stopped and didn’t continue.

“Because what?” My voice rose.

He shrugged, making my anger build even more inside me.

“For the love of God, Harry. Because what?” I raised my voice even more. I was about to stand up from the bed, but Harry beat me to it.

“Because he abused you for years and I was mad because–“ He paused and I looked down at my hands that’s rested on my thighs.

“Because how could someone hurt such a beautiful girl? The night you and Blaze came to my house, I saw you covered in blood and you looked like you were about to faint in any second, and I was mad at myself because I didn’t answer your calls, and when you told me that your father did this to you, I was furious so I came over and– yeah.” He walked closer to me, but I still had my head bowed down.

He let out a sigh and I felt his index finger below my chin, I bit my lip and he tilted my head upwards.

“Are you mad at me?” He frowned.

Am I? I honestly don’t know if I’m mad at him or not. He came to my house and basically beat my father, but on the other hand, he did that because he cared about me, I think.

“I don’t know.” My voice was low.

We were both silent and I had my head hung low again. I guess it was nice of Harry to do that, but then again, it’s sort of dangerous for him to do that because well, it’s my father. He’s mean, and Harry doesn’t know what my father’s capable of. I’ve been living with my father for 18 years and about half of the years I’ve been living with him, he’s shown me nothing but cruelness. I’ve never actually got to experience a good childhood, you know, where parents take you to Disney Land or when parents have movie nights with their kids. I’ve honestly got to experience that for only about 3 years and then it later vanished.

“I got to go.” Harry hesitated, but started walking anyways.

I knew he was lying, and for some odd reason, my heart started thumping against my chest even harder, probably because of adrenaline. Without thinking, I stood up from my bed and jumped over to Harry. He had his hand on the window, but I caught his other hand before he could open it.

“Wait!”

He turned on his heels on we were both facing each other. I closed the gap between us and he looked down at me. I hesitated, but tiptoed and slammed my lips against his. We’re only 2 days into his relationship and we’re already fighting, I’m not going to ruin this relationship because I really do like Harry.

He took a step forward, making me take a step back. He broke the kiss and I put on a confused face. What did I do wrong?

“Jump.” He said with his husky voice.