The Match ( Daniel Sturridge fan fic )

*Chapter 16 Run Away Love*

*Hannahs pov*

You know, I was always good at running.

I did long distance running when I was in school and I always won.

As I snapped out of my lifeless slumber, I came to realise that if that picture had gotten out, Cameron must have found where I was... "he found me" is all I could think to myself.
I found the nearest bag that was big enough to fit some underwear, a pair of jeans, a few tops and some trainers inside it, I shoved everything in whilst rubbing my face and sobbing uncontrolably. I really thought I was going to get a second chance at love honestly.

I need to get out of here, I love Daniel and I dont think I could ever live with myself if he ever got dragged into my mess from my past that has now been released into the present.

I then ran downstairs, grabbed the keys from the table at the front of the house, swung open the door but as I was about to rush out of the front door, I stopped in my tracks, turned around and looked back to get one last glance at my precious house that I worked ever so hard for.
It hurts so much to have to leave, but it was for the best.

This was for Daniel.

I closed the door, speedily walked to my car. My neighbour Jase, was just coming in from a jog but because I was so focused on getting away I didnt even hear him call to me. He called me again which made me jump out of my thoughts and look at him with an alarmed expression.
"Hannah, how are you ?
You seem great, i've been seeing you around lately on instagram and facebook with your new fella, ah whats his name...oh yeah Daniel sturridge"
as he said his name, I winced from the pain I felt knowing that I was leaving him although it was for the best.
I looked at him and then turned to the side subtly trying to wipe my eye hoping he wouldn't notice I had been crying and ask more questions. He then looked down at my bag and then back at me. " you off on holiday then ? Have fun and remember to come back haha" he said this as he was walking into his house.
I stood there watching him walk into his house and quietly said " maybe" with a sad smile on my face.

You know, when I told Jase maybe... I think I was trying to convince myself.

I threw my bag into the back seat of my car, sat in the drivers seat, started the engine, looked at the beautiful detail of my house before I allowed the wheels of my car to roll until they could go no further.