RUNAWAY [[A Harry Styles and Marcel fanfic]]

c-seventeen-

 CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

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Barely fifteen minutes into the house and I am already hearing voices. Shit! I look like a homeless person. I was never an eye-candy but I look worse. One quick glance in the mirror, making a desperate attempt to run my fingers through my hair and pinching my nose to get that fucking oily look off.

Abby calm down, they are just a bunch of fucking, hot crazy guys and you won’t be able to control!

What am I thinking? My legs start to shiver and suddenly I am unsure if I should go outside at all, or just sit here staring at the mirror and playing the game of “mirror, mirror on the wall.”

Footsteps near my bedroom and I have a feeling that my legs will lose the capability to withstand my weight. They aren’t Harry’s, I can make it out. The sight of blond hair peeps in first through the curtains. My heart is somewhere banging too loud against my chest.

“hey.” He says. Niall FUCKING HORAN! My lips are trembling, twitching even, not being able to form a steady smile.

“H-hi.”

“You must be Abigail?” he says extending a hand.

“yes.” I feel slightly comfortable now, but the moment my hand makes a contact with his to shake hands, the hormones are activated again. The talking sounds outside are getting louder, almost near the kitchen area, but are still unclear.

“I’m Niall.” I ALREADY KNOW YOU MORON. “Nice to meet you Niall.” I play along.

“Cool hah, Harry has told us about you.” He grins.

“Oh really? Seemed unlikely.” I laugh.

“They weren’t really good things.”

“I know that was coming,” I laugh a little. “But I sure am troubling him a lot. It is really sweet of him for what he is doing for me.”

Niall’s smile disappears for a split second.

“Anyway Abigail-“

“Abby,” I cut him in. “Call me Abby.” He smiles his perfect smile again.

“Well then Abby, come on outside and join us. We have sushi and beer, it is a weird combination I know but I hope you do weird?”

“Thanks Niall, but no thanks.” I say apologetically. “I am good here.”

“Come on now, don’t be a loner, come out, have fun.”

I roll my eyes in defeat. “Alright, alright. But don’t complain because I am a  bad idea for a decent company.

“Aha, don’t worry, I’ll be there to defend you,” he takes a step closer to me and I might collapse right now, there is only a few inches’ space between us. He leans in and I think he is going to kiss me. Instead, he whispers, “After I get a wee. I have been holding for too long.” I laugh, mostly in relief that he didn’t kiss me, but also in disappointment that he didn’t kiss me. I hope he didn’t notice the Goosebumps at the back of my neck. Not only am I a crazy school girl who obsesses over a boyband even in her twenties, but also I is extremely sensitive ticklish.

“Oh.” I make a sad face. “So I wait here for you to come back relieved or do I go outside.”

“Make a choice Abby, someone’s life may depend on it.” He says in a grave note, but laughs immediately.

“Holding in pee causes you to not make sense.” I laugh.

“Shhhh…” he hushes me. “it was meant to be kept a secret man.” He groans.