Catch me if you can [NARRY AU]

Chapter thirty

Harry's pov

Time was a subject which was always a mystery for me. Why did we think we had the right to call something into life as cruel as time? Time was just a word though, because time didn't exist. Clocks did. Time was an object, a thing, a thought. Time was not real. At least, when you thought about it, it wasn't. Still, it seemed like so much time passed. Not that I measured it anymore. I just knew some time went by, since the day I left my emotions and feelings and all sorts of things that held me back, behind.

I did what I had to do though. I went to school, went to work, did my homework, showered, dressed myself. But I did not eat, I did not speak, I did not sleep. I couldn't. Everytime I wanted to eat, I was reminded by him, because food reminded me of his big appetite. Whenever I tried to speak, I was reminded by him, because he would always have his own way with words. Whenever I tried to sleep, he popped up in my dreams. I just couldn't face him. But whenever I did shower, or went to school or something, that didn't mean I didn't thought of him too. He was always on my mind. I just had to do these things. I had to go to school, had to go to work. I did this for one reason. Don't show them you're hurt. I did show it though. Everyone could see I was miserable.

I tried to fool his past. He ran away, away from me, from his past. Maybe they were still here, wondering where he was. And I tried to keep up the act that I didn't know he was even gone. That's why I actually went to school. To protect myself from his past.

People at school looked at me in pity. I guess he and I never were to secretive. Somehow, they knew we were together, or at least had a bond. Some thought it was romantic, that I couldn't function without him. It wasn't.

It was hell.

People needed to stop romanticising things that hurt, and maybe I should have helped them. Maybe I should have gotten over him, over this. I wanted to. But I couldn't. I was stuck in my own reality. A reality were he could burst through that door anytime, hug me, and make some bold remarks about my dick. That never came.

Cause here I was, in a car. I sat shotgun, Zayn driving and Louis and Liam in the back. Here I was, crying, hoping it wasn't him.

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Fifteen minutes earlier, Liam knocked on my door. I didn't respond, but it wasn't needed. He busted through my door, and didn't gave two shits anymore about my act. I was surprised though, normally, they wouldn't even knock anymore, they just let me be, knowing I wouldn't talk to them. But there he was, face pale, and I knew something was terribly wrong. And I know it was about him.

I knew everything that was happening in the house when I was in my room, creating my own little world, my own reality. I could here them talk, as the walls and floors were very thin. I knew my mother was here for a few days, trying to get me out of my head before it was too late. It was too late already. I knew New Years Eve was silent, silent because they were worried about me. I knew Zayn hadn't celebrated his birthday, not that I minded though. I knew my birthday was a thing for silent aggreement, something that was not spoken of. And I knew that every night, Zayn would search for him. Sometimes with Liam, sometimes with Louis.

They must had thought it was odd I wasn't looking for him, but the reason was very easy actually. He was running away. That also translated to that he didn't want to be found. And knowing him, if he didn't want something to happen, it was not gonna happen. Simple as that.

But I didn't hear Zayn saying to Liam that the police had called him. So that is why he stood in my room, that no one had visited for quite some time, to tell me that they did.