Run (A Finn Harries Bad Boy fanfiction)

Chapter 1 - Cheated

I didn't know where I was going, just away from here. Tears had threatened to fall from my eyes but I wouldn't let them, refusing to feel weak infront of him, but now, now that I was alone outside, I couldn't help it. I slumped back on the wall of the apartment building and sunk to my knees, titling my head up whilst tears streamed down my face.

I felt so humiliated, so stupid. I loved him, trusted him, I actually thought I could spend the rest of my life with him. More tears stained my cheeks and I could taste the saltiness in my mouth. Stop. I said to myself. Stop crying. More tears. He's not worth your tears, Fray. Stop crying. Sniffing, I rose to my feet and wiped my face with the tips of my fingers. He's not worth your tears. I adjusted the strap of my duffel bag on my shoulder and headed for the train station, I didn't know where I could go though.

As I walked, I got a small sense of Déjà vu, remembering that not 20 minutes ago I had been walking in the opposite direction, towards Mark's apartment, after a hectic day at work. I hadn't seen Mark in a while, and was planning to surprise him - well that backfired. My thoughts kept on wondering back to him. I needed to stop thinking about him, if he really loved me; he would be out here running after me, telling me he was sorry. In fact, he's probably having sex with that brunette slut he had up there.

I decided to distract myself and fumbled around in my pockets for my phone and earphones. I was hoping that none of the songs on my playlist would relate to my situation, but it was inevitable. I was about to give up and unplug my earphones when a Passenger song came on. I remembered my older brother Liam recommend this song to me, I could go to his. I quickened my pace, eager to get as far away from Mark as possible. I swiped my oyster on the scanner when I got to the station, and checked the times. 7 minutes until the next train to the neighbourhood when Liam lives. I wrapped my coat tighter around me, as a big gust of wind flew by and sat down on one of the many benches scattered down the platform. I didn't need to walk to the end, as it was late, almost 1am which meant that it would be at least half past before I got Liam's stop. What if he was asleep? I bit my lip, trying to think if there were any other possibilities. You've got nowhere else to go, Fray. He'll be awake anyway; you know he goes to bed late.

After contemplating what to listen to, I decided on the little rap music I had, thinking that it could draw away all my thoughts of Mark. Part of me was wishing that he would realise what he had done and catch me just before I got onto the train, begging me to stay, but I saw no sign of a blonde haired man sprinting down the platform as I carefully stepped onto the hard flooring of the carriage. I noticed a few heads seated in the train, and a couple standing at the end, exchanging sweet kisses. The train lurched forward, causing the girl to fall into the boy, who automatically wrapped one of his arms around her to steady her from falling, whilst the other one gripped tighter on the overhead bar. They smiled at each other. Mark and I used to be like that.

Stop thinking about him, I thought. I stopped staring at the couple, before someone noticed and sat down on one of the window seats, letting the angry rapping of Eminem take over. I checked my phone, no messages, or any calls. I was about to text Liam to let him know that I was coming when my music stopped and my phone died. I ripped my earphones out and stuffed them back into the pocket in which I found them, along with my phone. What was I going to do now?

I let my mind wonder back to the couple, discreetly watching them. She was now resting her head on his chest, sleep slowly taking over her, and he, was just staring at her, like she was the only person there, the only person in the world and that no one else mattered. I wanted someone to look at me like that, with that much affection. I wondered if Mark ever did.

Soon I was at Liam's stop. Ominous clouds were blocking the moon and it looked like it could start pouring any second. I hurried out of the station, taking the vaguely familiar route to Liam's house. He lived in the fancier part of town, but he could afford it. I had visited him a couple of times before and so didn't get lost on the way.