RUNAWAY [[A Harry Styles and Marcel fanfic]]

c-fifteen- , c-sixteen-

MY CHAPTERS ARE SMALLER THAN MY HANDS.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

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The phone vibrates on my stomach and i get up with a sudden jerk. "Hello?" I say groggily.

"Abigail?"

"Yeah?" I reply. i can't deny the voice is harry's  and he seems to be in some sort of hurry.

"Hey is everything alright?" I say, clearing my throat.

"I want you to tighten things up alright? the boys & I are gonna be here." I roll my eyes and wipe my mouth. Great way to wake up

"The boys?"

"One direction" i hear a girl giggle. Must be half naked. "Oh yeah sorry i am still sleepy."

"Get cleaning sleepy head." He laughs. Even though he is treating me like his maid here, I can't protest.

"Yeah I will, bye." but the line goes dead soon after.

No call facility, no twitter, no facebook; in house arrest with a guy i gave my life to, and not receiving no shit in return. What a perfect life!

I almost fall from the sofa trying to get up. Cleaning- something i never have ever done before . I never actually needed to do so. I yawn a couple of times and drag my feet to see in what state the house is.

It's a good thing harry keeps his house clean in the first place, and second: this is a small house.

I move to the kitchen and clear the counter. I move the dirty dishes from the stove into the dishwasher and begin to look for a vacuum cleaner.

Once i find it in the attic i try to figure out how to work this shit, in turn almost getting my hair caught in it's sucker. mother fucker.

Beginning with the carpet, it now looks a shade lighter. I can't believe how well I made this thing work.

The phone vibrates on the centre table again, and i jump up to retrieve it.

"Hello?"

"Stop shouting" harry's voice scolds.

"I'm not"

"Oh my god! anyway where are you?"

"Where you left me." I reply looking at my horribly shining nails.

"Claire and I are going to be coming in like 20 minutes okay?"

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Honestly even i don't know why."

"When are the boys coming?" I ask

"By 6:00 I think. Claire and I are bringing food and drinks. You want anything?"

Harry is being polite again and i don't know why.

"Nothing, whatever you guys will have." As it is ask for a lot.

"Okay."

"Okay." And the beeping begins stating the call has been disconnected.

Barely 15 minutes past when Claire and Harry enter hand in hand. I feel the urge to roll my eyes but i don't. There is this indescribable possessiveness i have over harry and this isn't new. Its been 4 years, and yet the little bitch won't leave.

I keep sitting there like an idiot in the most awkward way possible.

"Hey!" I meekly address.

"Hi." he says to the wall.