Run Away {Bastille || Dan Smith || Kyle Simmons} [ON HOLD]

Chapter Twelve

- How is she? - Kyle whispered, trying to look over Carys' shoulder at the Anwen curled up in a ball under the duvet. 

- She's been like that since they left. She won't talk, nor move, I'm not even sure if she's breathing. I think she feels guilty about it. She refuses to talk to me, though. - Carys quietly said.

- I don't like seeing her like this, what do we do? - He asked, shuffling from feet to feet.

- Let's just give her some time... she'll come up sooner or later anyway. 

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Three hours later, after crying quietly at first and then sobbing hysterically, Anwen was getting up and going into the kitchen to get some food.

She walked out of her room and managed to get to the kitchen unnoticed, but after she got the ice cream, whipped cream and gummy bears, Kyle spotted her from across the living room, where him, Carys and Dan were laying down, watching a movie.

- How are you? - He asked as he got to her.

- Hmmphmph. - She groaned, rubbing her puffy eyes, placing the food on the counter next to her. 

- I know you're feeling guilty but come on, he deserved it, now come here. - He embraced her in a strong, comforting hug, and she gladly let his arms sneak protectively around her while she hid her face on the crook of his neck, trying not to sob, but failing miserably.

Anwen was, again, crying like a little kid, but intead of just whimpering and refusing to speak, she couldn't shut up. By now Carys and Dan had went over to help. 

- And he, he... - She stammered as they walked her over to the couch where she could lay. - he just wanted to talk to me! - She sobbed again, wiping a few tears. - Before I went up, up t-to write, he-he just wanted to talk! - She whined, crying again. - I'm such a horrible person.

- Shhh, come here. - Kyle hugged her again, patting her back with one hand and with the other caressing her head. 

- I'm an awful person, and I want ice cream. - Anwen sobbed, and he nodded, still holding her. 

- Dan, get us the ice cream please. - Kyle slowly asked. Dan nodded promptly and went over to the counter. 

- Whipped cream and gummy bears too, please. - Anwen quietly said. 

- Also do you have some alcohol in here? - Dan asked as he got the food and placed it on the coffee table. 

- At the small bar in the corridor; top shelf are rums, then whiskeys, vodka, schnapps, beer, and wine. - Carys said confidently, which made everyone stop everything they were doing and look at her.

- How do you know that? I didn't know that! - Anwen said, indignant.

- Where do you get your drinks? 

- On the pub down the street! 

- Dude we have like an infinite stock in here-

- I KNOW NOW! - Anwen screamed, getting up and rushing over to the corridor. - Ohh man everything's better now. I'm not even thinking about my anger problems anymore- She stopped dead in the tracks when she realized what she had said. 

- Anger problems? - Dan, who was by her side, asked.

- No! I said Harry problems. I don't have anger problems. 

- You sure? - He asked chuckling as he scanned the shelves in the bar. - Oh, dude, this is good. - He got a bottle of Buckfast and looked at her. She was paler than usual and her puffy eyes made her look like a zombie.

One of those pretty zombies, ya know?

Probably not. But Dan knew, and that was what he was thinking. 

- Are you okay? - Carys asked, nudging her sister.

- I'm fine. - She growled, taking a step back. - I just... I need some shots. Kyle, help me here.

As Anwen and Kyle chose their drinks, Dan and Carys talked about what Anwen had said.

- But anger problems? I'm pretty sure she said that, and not Harry problems. - Dan whispered.

- I just, I mean, she... I don't know. - Carys mumbled. - I can't talk about this... it's very personal and it may hurt her later.

- Carys.... - He said softly. - I know there's something going on with her. And I want you to know I care very much about your sister, and whatever it is, I want to help her. I want the best for her.

She looked at him, into his deep blue eyes, which seemed to be sincere enough for her to trust, and know he's telling the truth. He really cares about Anwen.

- I... Anwen... she's... - Carys started, trying to find the words. Dan held her hand reassuringly and she finally swallowed the lump in her throat. - She's been crying about that so much because... this Harry incident... it reminds her of everything. Of her past. Of the things she's done. And it's everything very sad, even tragic. - Dan looked at her questioningly. - Anwen is somewhat bipolar. Not really, but really close to it. She's been through tough times in her teenage years, and she does have some anger problems. She used to be very agressive. Way more than today. If you compare her to what she used to be, she's not agressive at all. She was hell's personification. I mean, I don't know why. I just know she couldn't stay in the same school for a whole year, she wouldn't get along with anyone and she seemed to hate everyone and everything. And even though she was a horrible person and treated everyone like shit, I didn't give up on her. Everyone left her, but I didn't. Not me nor our dad. Because deep down we know she was, and is, a good person. She just wants to do the right thing and gets frustrated when she fails or something gets in the way. But she doesn't really like our dad. She thinks it's his fault our mum died. She has some memories of her, and she has none with our dad because he was always away. She hates him for that; for not being there for her when she needed, but being there... for me. - She clenched her teeth and told herself to not cry, and put on that smile again, the smile that was always there, the smile that made her believe that everything was always alright, even if it wasn't. - And I shouldn't be telling you any of this so shut up about it. - She whispered the last part and even though Dan was shocked and dumstruck, he nodded. 

- Ayyy! it's time for some fun! - Kyle yelled as Anwen turned up some music, letting Olly Murs fill the room. 

Giving each other a 'pretend-this-talk-never-happened-and-act-cool' look, Carys and Dan stood up, smiling, and got themselves a drink too. 

They were, all of them, willing to forget all that happened and just have some fun, getting drunk out of their minds alone in the massive house they had for themselves.

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maybe i could get 35 fucking votes on this? hAAHA

nope im no kiravosky sooo 

#ive lost count: im a very competitive person, im actually a horrible person, and sometimes it may seem that i take things for granted when its not that what happens - its just because i feel like such a fucking loser all the time and i cant accept that in everything, there will always be someone better than me [cheers for my stupidity] also I get very sad over some things to do with my competitivity and thats rather frustrating, but sometimes that competitivity is good... wonder why my fanfic is the most voted bastille fanfic on wattpad

#ive lost count: TODAY WAS ACTUALLY A GOOD DAY AT SCHOOL??? im now officially the nerd whos always reading and can speak three different languages, has a diplomat dad, an iphone and already traveled out of the country. I still dont have friends, but people dont hate me; they ask me for help, and make me laugh [celebrates]

# AVRIL IS COMING BACK TO BRAZIL IN MAY AND IM SCREAMING 

just wanted to point all of that out bye i love you