Criminal (punk harry styles)

chapter twenty-one

Delilah's P.O.V.

We had been on the run for 6 days. After we somehow managed to lose the cops, we drove straight to another town, a much bigger, more populated one that would make it hard to find. Harry hadn't gotten much better, I'm almost positive it wasn't really 'just a head cold'.

The first day was mostly spent driving and finding a cheap hotel to stay in until we planned our next move. Thankfully the wad of $100 bills was enough to stop the owner from asking for I.D., otherwise we would've been gonners there and then. Harry fell asleep as soon as we got the keys to the dingy room and didn't wake up when I crawled in beside him.

The second day was when I had a mental break down. Harry had found me crying at the edge of the bed, panicking about things like when they would find us, what they would do to Harry. Being the poor sick person that he was, Harry couldn't do much to comfort me other than wrapping an arm around my neck and falling asleep with his head on my shoulder. It did help sooth my anxiety though, his calm breathing helped me to relax enough so that I could think more clearly.

I went outside on the third day to get hair products and contacts. Luckily we always stashed our cars with loads of money. I had never been so horrified in my life, mine and Harry's faces were printed across every t.v. screen and window. It was literally a miracle that I managed to buy the dye and get back to the hotel without getting recognised. Harry slept most of the time that I put the bleach through his hair, and only woke up to wash it out. Even then he was still quite out of it. The red hair didn't work well with my skin and made me look as sick as Harry felt, but it was better than being cooped up inside this tiny hotel all day.

By the fourth day Harry was looking a bit better, and when I woke up late in the afternoon, he had bought more food for a few days. He ate for the first time since we left the house, managing to scoff down a banana and some baked beans. I worried about his health, being stuck in the same room for 4 days can't be healthy. He went back to bed as soon as he finished eating, we still hadn't discussed what we were going to do.

Day five was the day we finally spoke, but we didn't get much planned. Harry was looking much better that day, colour had returned to his cheeks and he actually smiled, so we decided to go downtown and get something to eat instead. We probably looked rediculous considering we'd worn the same clothes for almost a week, so we bought a couple of outfits whilst we  were there. I almost jumped an old lady when she stared at us for too long, but other than that we went absolutely fine outdoors. We decided the best thing to do would be to lay low for a few weeks until everything died down and the hunt for us was no longer as big as it was.

It was now day 6, and Harry was looking 100% better. It made me very relieved, if he had of been sick any longer and I would have gone full panic mode.

"It looks like you need to shave," Harry chuckled, running a hand up my extra prickly legs.

"Shut up," I growled playfully. "I'll shave when I'm not the most wanted woman in the country."

Harry frowned but said nothing, instead pulled his boots on.

"Where are you going?" I asked curiously.

"We're going to Walmart," he corrected me, exchanging his dirty shirt for a new blue button down. I gulped as I watched him undress in front of me so casually.

I nodded silently and followed his actions, and soon we were walking up the isles of Walmart.

"I don't see why this is a big issue," I shrugged as I scanned through the different brands of razors.

"I like a woman with smooth legs," he spoke quite seriously. I glanced over at him and noticed there was no traces of humor on his face. I narrowed my eyes at him and continued my search.

"Shit," Harry seethed, tackling me and squishing me against the racks.

"What are you-"

"Shh," he hissed, clamping a hand over my mouth just as I noticed a pair of police officers slinking past the isle. My eyes widened and I pressed further into the unstable wall, Harry's body very close to mine. We stood frozen until we were sure they had gone.

"That was close," I sighed when Harry backed up to let me move. I spun around to see a very red-faced Harry. "What's wrong?" I frowned.

Harry took a shaky breath, had his fever come back? "D-Delilah, I-"

"Freeze! Get on the ground!"

(a/n: WHY? BECAUSE YO FUCKING LO. Okay so there's two ways this can go: this book can end within a couple of more chapters - like 5 or 6 more - OR it can go for much longer. Which would you guys prefer? Do let me know in the comments! OMFG ALSO THANK YA'LL FOR 11K. Sorry this took me forever, school just started again. -.- ughhh. 35 votes, 18 comments :*♡)