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three. change.

{Gemmas POV}

The dinner was a bunch of bullshit taking about how ashamed they were of my 'demonic' brother. I know that he is the same Harry and that my parents are just nut jobs that dont know that they are crazy yet.

When we get back to the house I run inside to see Harry, cause I know that he will probably be really depressed. I really dont want to see Harry in this state, but he needs me at this time, and I plan to be there for him.

I walk up to my bedroom to change, then I was going to go to Harrys room, to tell him that everything will be okay, and our parents will snap out of their stupid and crazy thoughts. I take my shoes off and throw them across the room and they land perfectly in the closet. I take my shirt off and throw it in the clothes hamper. I walk over to my bed and grab a tshirt off my bed then toss it over my head, when something catchs to my eye. A note. Not just any note... but a note that has Harrys handwriting on it. I quickly pick it up and tear open the sealed envelope.

My eyes start to water while reading his perfect scribble of words on the paper.

"Im sorry Gemma. I tried. I just cant do this anymore. I obviously didnt do any good for this family by staying here. So instead of giving up on life, I just decided to well... take a break from London, and from all the people there. So please dont be mad at me for giving up on mum and dad, and well everyone that lives there in London. I just felt like I needed a new start, a new beginning. Where people where I am now, will know who I am right from the beginning. Well except for the abusive stuff back home. But they will know that Im gay, so I can just be free, and know one can judge me for who I am, cause they wouldnt have anything to judge me about. Hopefully I will get to see you again someday. But I really have to leave now, so im just going to wrap it up by saying, I love you Gemma and never forget that."

-Harry xx

I sit there motionless. I dont even fight the tears that fall from my eyes. Out of the blue, my dad walks in. Im sick at even looking at him right now so i scream, "GET AWAY FROM ME! I DONT WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE RIGHT NOW!" His eyes go from sad and serine to angry and livid when he sees the note in my hand. He storms over to me and grabs the note from me hand.

I scream trying to protest to get the note back from his giant hands. His eyes skim the letter then he looks at me for a second, then a smirk comes to his face.

"Its about time." He says then tears the note in the pieces. I scream at him to stop but he ignores my protests, as he lets the torn up remains of the letter fall to the ground.

He laughs and turns to leave the room.

{Harrys POV}

While I was on the road, I made some stops. Not just for food, or for going to the bathroom. But like a Salon and an Eye Glasses store.

Why? You might ask.

Well you see, its kind of simple. You cant be a runaway and look exactly like you when you first started to run. Otherwise all the pictures that will be hanging around will look exactly like you did before you left and people will reconize who you are, and turn you in. And that cant happen to me. I can not be returned. If i was to be returned, my familys future will be doomed because of me.

I mean not that they would even be looking for me in the first place. Because they made it pretty clear that they no longer wanted the now possessed son of thiers living with them, or for them to even call me their son.

To them Im just another one of their experiments. They get all the chemicals they need to help you get to your strongest point. But if they miss one teeny tiny little detail, it all blows up and they cant fix it. Cause they know, it will never be the same again. They just throw it in the garage for someone else to take. And thats what happened. They threw me away, and now Zayn is taking me in.

But just to be sure, that I am no longer on anyones radar but Zayns, I dyed my hair black, and got blue contacts to cover my once emerald green eyes.

But thats not all.

There is something else every single runaway must do.

Whats that you might ask?

Well let me just tell you this, you are no longer talking to Harry Edward Styles. From now on, your are to talking to Edward James Parker.

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hey guys. :-) so I know that this chapter is really short, but that because its kindof a fill in. please dont be rude about it, cause i love you guys :-) so yeah thats pretty much it, so byeeeee

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