Pain: Her (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 82

"Run away with me."

He can't be serious, "Harry," he must be joking, "that's insane. We can't run away!" I laugh at his clever joke but he remains serious.

"I'm serious," he glances at the road to make sure it's clear and turns back to me. That's the last thing I'd ever do and there's no reason for me to anyway. Clearly, he's still hung over because of all people, he wouldn't suggest something like that.

"Alright, we should get you some coffee. You're still hung over and you sound fucking crazy." I cross my legs giggling at the insane but adorable man beside me.

"Why not though?" he questions anxiously, "it's a great idea, don't you think?"

"Obviously not, Harry. Where would we go? What will we do?"

"Everything!" he seems a little too excited, "we'll do everything and anything you want. We'll go back to London and buy a fucking castle and hire some servants if you want!"

"Whoa, whoa! Harry, you need to relax! I'm not moving to another country." he pulls up in front of his house and turns the ignition off before shifting to face me. He looks thrilled and his wide confident eyes tell me he has been planning this.

"Fine, we won't move to another country, we'll get married."

"You're crazy!" I burst into a fit of laughter and he joins me but behind his chuckles, I know he means it.

"So? Be crazy with me. We can get married have a shit load of kids and move to a house on the beach and--"

"Harry!" I cup his cheeks and hold his bobbling head in place and he immediately stops talking, "we can't do that." I calmly tell him, "that's crazy, stupid and crazy." I see the excitement leave his eyes while I shoot his idea down and he frowns. I hate to kill the joy but we both know we can't do that, "you need to take a break."

"What?" he pulls away roughly, "a break? What break?" he asks in a panic. What's wrong with him?

"I mean you need to calm down, like take a breath and think about what you're saying." he sighs in relief and unbuckles his belt.

"Fuck a break, I don't need one," he turns to pull the handle to the door, "we," he waves his finger between us, "don't need a break. We're fine, everything is fine and you're coming with me."

He's actually out of his mind if he thinks I'm going to go through with this. I need to remind him that we just got back together and even though things may seem normal right now, they aren't. We can't run away from our problems or whatever it is he doesn't want to face because we both know things will get worse that way.

"Please?" I'm so lost in my thoughts that I didn't see him walk to my side, "c'mon! It'll be great!" grabbing my hand, he pulls me out of his car and leans me against the door after closing it. I laugh at him and he grabs a hold of both of my hands and squeezes, "think about it; you and me driving down the empty highway on a beautiful sunny morning listening to Bruno Mars or 1975, we can get a beach house and have no worries!" he smiles swinging my arms. He looks so child like, so happy and trying his best to convince me.

"Then what?" I detach my hands from his and cross my arms over my chest.

"Then we get married and have a whole bunch of kids. What are you doing?" he laughs watching me place the back of my hand on his forehead.

"Are you sick or just dumb?" I giggle, "I'm seventeen, I don't need children and why would we get married? What's bothering you Harry? Why do you want to leave?"

"Nothing's bothering me," I've known him long enough to know when he's lying, "I just love you and want to be with you."

"So you think running away will make me stay with you forever?" that sounds harsh but that wasn't my intention. I watch him back away and furrow his brows in misunderstanding.