The Run Away Girl || Harry Styles

Chapter 13

Alice's POV

"One second, mom! I'm getting out of the shower, hold on." 

I hurridly grab the nearest towel and wrap it around my body, not bothering to soak up the little beads of water that have formed on my arms and calves. As I unlock the bathroom door, I grab a second towel and haisitly wind it around my wet hair. A few seconds later, I finally manage to open the door to my room. My mother is standing outside, perfectly put together. I uncomfortably lean against the doorway in my oversized white towel.

"Good morning, dear," My mother says, smiling. "How was your run?"

"My run?" I tighten my grip on the towel that's losely wrapped around my body. "Oh, you mean my run this morning? It was great." I lie, looking for a way to change the subject. "London was as beautiful as always. I hate that tomorrow is our last day."

"I do, too. I dread heading back home, I'll tell you that. I don't care how many times we've made this trip with your father- I will never get used to that horrible plane ride."

I nod my head. I would have expressed my agreement verbally, but my thoughts were elsewhere. On Harry, to be exact. It hadn't really sunk in until just now that tomorrow would be my last full day with Harry. I can't even begin to process the emotional tidal wave that I feel looming over me.

The muffled sound of elevator doors opening down the hallway catches my mother's attention, and she gently pulls me inside my room.

"I suppose we shouldn't be talking in the hallway when you're in nothing but a towel in case someone walks by. You aren't quite decent enough to be seen like this." she says, pointing to the towel I have covering my body.

"Well, if you wanted me to change into clothes, that's all you had to say..." My words trail off as I pull open my dresser drawers and rummage through them, looking for something to wear. "One sec," I say, taking the first clean shorts and tank top I find into the bathroom with me. " I'm going to change real quick."

"I'll be in my room, dear. Come find me when you are dressed and ready. We are going to meet your father for lunch." my mom calls. I hear the door to my room click shut. I glance over to the bathroom counter, looking for my phone. I want to play music while I get ready. 

Turning it on, I see that I have a missed call from an unknown number. I ignore it, assuming the missed call was a wrong number. Right as I slide my fingers across the screen to unlock it, my phone begins to ring. It was the same number that had called earlier.

I go back and forth with myself about whether or not I should pick it up. I surprise myself when I press 'answer' on my screen. Still wrapped up in my towel,  I walk out of my bathroom and slide the balcony door open.

"Hello?" I ask, pressing my phone against my ear.

"You answered!" the caller says exctedly. 

"Umm..." I hesitate uncertaintly. "I'm sorry, who is this?"

"Okay, you're not allowed to think I'm wierd, because you didn't quite give me your number, but when I gave you my shirt to change into, I-"

"Harry!" I half scream through the line, realizing who I was talking to. "Harry, um, wow. I was not expecting this. Hey! Wait, how did you get my number?" 

"Well, like I was saying, when you were over at my house yesterday, you left your phone on my kitchen counter when you went to change into that shirt I let you borrow. So, I just sort of called myself from your phone and saved the number." He pauses. "I swear, it didn't sound that creepy in my head when I did it."