Hide and Seek (not continuing)

Chapter 1 - Runaway

[A/N.]

Hiiiiii.

So I've had this idea for months and I've finally written the first chapter! Please read and let me know what you think of it :) I'll love you if you do :)

xo K.

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[Harry.]

I stumbled through Brussels train station, looking for the right platform with the train that would take me to Antwerp. I was actually pretty glad I was out of L.A. right now. There were too much rumours going around and I was getting enough of them. I was on a break, why couldn't people just leave me alone? I really liked L.A., but people always found me there. I needed to go to a place where I could truly have a break, to a place where the paps won’t find me that easily. I decided to be a runaway for a while.

So that meant I couldn’t go home, people would expect that. But then on the other side, I didn’t want to go that far away either. I wanted to stay a bit  ‘in the neighbourhood’. So that's pretty much how I ended up in a small country called Belgium. Didn’t see that one coming, did ya? Good. That’s exactly how I want it. 

I knew I couldn't stay in Brussels, because, as the capital of this country, it was still too risky. And I remembered we had a gig in Antwerp last year so I decided I would discover that city a bit more. I was just one train away from getting there. Yeah, I was taking the train. No planes, no privat jets, … Like I said, people would expect that. Fans and paps would be waiting for me at the airport and I would be spotted before I could even take one step into a country. I know stations are still a public place, but it would be less likely that people found me there.

As I was walking I decided to check twitter for a moment. I took my phone out of my coat and unlocked it. I opened the twitter app and read some of the tweets. "Harry in L.A. last week.", with a picture added from me at the pool of the hotel I was staying at. "Harry hasn't been seen for 7 days now.", yes thank god they hadn't bothered me during my quality time with my family. I had returned from L.A. a few days ago, to celebrate my 20th anniversary with my family. But I knew it was just a matter of time before they found out I left L.A. and would come looking for me at either London or my home town, Holmes Chapel. Sometimes I wondered why people were so interested in knowing where I was. I wasn't playing a hide and seek game, I didn't want to be found! I knew the other boys were being stalked as well, but somehow not as often as me. Ugh, I surely hoped I  was hidden enough in Antwerp. I had no time to go elsewhere, and it would be too risky as well.

As I was lost in my thoughts, I accidentally bumped into someone. The girl fell on the ground and screamed “You bloody idiot!” at me. Well done Harry.

“S... s... sorry.” I mumbled. And ran away as fast as I could. I knew that wasn't polite and I should’ve helped that girl get up. But I didn’t want to be recognized just yet. She did seem to have the age to be a fan, and I just didn’t want to risk it. Maybe I was getting all paranoid. Not every girl is a fan, I was perfectly aware of that. But just… Anyway. I needed to catch my train.

Where the hell was the right platform? I had been been walking around for 15 minutes now and my train could leave any minute. Then suddenly I heard a female voice through the speakers; “The train of 9:16 to Antwerp Central will leave in 2 minutes from platform 4.” Aha platform 4 it is.

I hurried and stepped into the train just in time before the doors closed. Now I only needed some place to sit for the following hour. But as it was a Monday morning, the train was full of people. There was nearly no seat left, except one at the end of the aisle. There was a girl with long dark brown hair sitting next to the window. I put my grey beanie over my curls and walked over to the seat.

“Excuse me, can I sit here please?” I asked her, pointing to the empty seat next to her. She looked at me, frowned and then nodded. I took a seat and put my bag in front of me. I looked back at the girl and then I recognized her. It was the girl I ran over only half an hour ago. She must have felt my eyes on her as she turned her face to me and looked me straight into the eyes.

“Is there something wrong?” she asked me. The colour of her eyes were like mine, only darker.

“No, I just.. Well.. Sorry I didn’t help you get up after I made you fall like that.” It was the least I could say after running away like that.

“Finally. I was wondering when you were going to apologize.” she answered. Oh, so she remembered it was me. “But... it’s ok, I probably should have watched out a bit more as well.” and then she smiled at me for the first time. She had a beautiful smile.

“So,” she said, “I couldn’t help but notice your british accent. Are you from the UK?” Was she really asking me this? Thank god, she didn’t recognize me then.

“Yeah” I replied shortly.

“Great, I love that country!” she continued. “Too bad I’ve never been there, but I would love to go there one day!” her excitement made me smile. “But, if I may ask, what made you cross the channel and come to Belgium?” and her eyes stared into mine again. For a moment I felt like she was looking right through me, as if she knew I was hiding something.

“Just visiting some family.” I lied. She frowned again but didn’t ask any more questions. She leaned back in her seat and stared out the window. I did the same. It was raining heavily outside. I wondered why I had chosen a country that had the same bloody weather as England. Well whatever, at least I was used to it already.

Minutes went by and I wondered what was on the girl's mind. She hadn’t spoken to me since the moment I lied about visiting family here. She didn't even tell me her name. Well, maybe that was a good thing. Then I didn’t have to tell her mine. But as if she knew I was thinking about her, she turned her face away from the window to look at me. Then she asked the unexpected; “So Harry, why are you really here?”.

[A/N.]

Uh oh Harry! Didn't see that one coming, did ya?

Please continue to read! I promise it gets better :)

Much love :)

xo K.