Torn (harry styles)

51- Maybe

I begin to panic, it's an exciting feeling though. I know it's one small thing, sneaking out. But it's the whole idea of it, sneaking out to see Harry after dark.

My heart is racing and I feel like jumping around.

I feel alive.

I need to text Harry just in case he knocks on the door and ruins my plan.

*don't knock on the front door, I have to climb out of my window cause mum won't let me out.* I send, smiling to myself.

I feel so bad, lame I know but I just feel like I'm living for the first time.

I quickly grab a small black handbag, chucking into it my purse and phone. Checking my phone one last time to see that I'm running 15 minutes late, Harry will not be happy.

Next, I gently open my bedroom window. It slides upwards leaving me enough space to squeeze myself out.

With my pulse pumping and my adrenaline rising, I hoist myself out and lower myself down until I feel my feet touch a ledge running around the outside of the house.

Next, holding into my windowsill with one hand, and slowly shuffling along a bit, I am able to reach the black drain pipe running down about 4 feet away from my window.

The pipe is cold and hard. I take a firm grip on it with both hands and begin carefully walking down the wall. Lowering myself down gently.

I'm not as scared as I should be. I've never done anything like this before. Ever. It's not me, at all. I'm not this type of person. Well at least I didn't think I was, but the thrill I feel right now seems to be proving me wrong.

I'm about a meter away from the floor now, I can jump in a few more small steps.

Suddenly, a warm pair of hands grip my waist. I freeze in my place.

"Let go." Harry's rough but gentle voice murmurs through the dim light. The sun is setting gradually.

Harry. He's here.

I suck in a small breath and trust him. I release my firm grip on the wipe and rely on Harry's strong arms to bring me gently to the ground. Which he does so.

Once my feet connect with the floor, I spin around to face him.

If it was anyone else, I would be asking them how they got here that fast, how they knew when I would be climbing down, how they got to the window at the right time and how they just knew.

But something in bones tells me that Harry is different from just anyone else. He's Harry.

I give him a small smile and bring my finger to my lips and signal for him to be quiet.

Then I walk out of my garden, his presence close behind me. His body warmth surrounding me as we edge slowly past my house and into his tobacco smelling car.

Once in the car, not a word is said. He rears up the engine and begins driving. Who knows where.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

He doesn't say anything, but I see the corners of his mouth turn up slightly into a smirk.

He better not be taking me anywhere strange or dangerous.

The journey is small, 10 minutes. Harry and I in a peaceful quiet the whole way there.

He's parked in a small shop car park opposite town.

In the last few minutes, it has got drastically darker and the only thing lighting up the small town area is the dim glow of the street lamps.

It's 9:30pm now but I guess it is Spring, so...