Trapped [H.S]

Chapter 6: I Don't Care If He's Hot!

Chapter 6: I Don’t Care If He's Hot!

There has to be some way to get out of here! Out and away of this mess! I have been here two days and I already feel suffocated. I want my life back, I want my freedom back. It’s funny because, not even my parents are ready to help me. They say I have to stay here and I’m just there like ‘How about no!?’ My mum has moved all my belongings this room I’m currently in. It’s Harry’s room actually. I sleep on the bed and he sleeps on the couch.

What? I don’t care if he’s hot! I am not going to sleep on the same bed with him. I just want to get out from here and find my peace again. It’s almost half past eight when I finally decide to get my ass off this bed. I take a quick shower and get all cleaned up. Then I put on my running clothes and walk out of the bedroom. Now, the only way to get out of this place is to through those ridiculously large doors. And to get to those doors I need to pass a certain someone’s office. So I am just going to pray that his doors are closed and he doesn’t realize that I’m gone for at least the next three years. Yeah, like that’s going to happen.

I plug in my headphones and Eminem’s ‘Till I Collapse’ blasts into my ears. At least I’ve got my music with me. I keep walking until I bang in to him outside his office and my headphones fall off my head.

A round of applause for Karma everyone. He truly is a bitch.  

“Where are you going?” Harry asks knitting his eyebrows together in confusion. Then his eyes fall down on my clothes. “Mind putting some more clothes on?” he asks gritting his teeth.

“If you didn’t realize by my appearance or by what I am wearing, I am going for a run and this is what people usually wear while exercising or going on runs. So, move out of my way.” I say firmly but he doesn’t move.

“Those pants are too tight.”

“They are yoga pants, genius!”

“The top is too short.”

“It’s a freaking sports bra. It is supposed to be short!”

“I’m coming with you.”

“UGH! Why can’t you just leave me alone!” I say and let out a frustrated huff, but he doesn’t react. He just stands there with his arms crossed around his chest. “Fine!” I say gritting my teeth and he smiles widely at me.

“Let’s go then.” he says and grabs my hand with his. I jerk his hand off and his smile drops. I just couldn’t care less. I put my headphones back up and push open the front door. I keep running and I don’t bother looking back, but I can still feel his gaze on me. I decide to do two laps today. I run up to the forest but don’t stop. I take a sharp left turn which leads to the local park we have here. That’s when I feel Harry gaining speed and I run faster.

I am sure he’s confused thinking what I’m trying to do. But honestly, even I don’t know what I’m trying to do. I keep running and running. Maybe I am removing all my anger on my poor legs. They hurt like hell but I don’t stop. Not until I spot a familiar face near the ice cream van. “JAKE!” I scream, excited to see my friend. He has been a good friend always, but he never made it to the best friend zone, because one- he flirts a lot, two- he is too sexy.

His head turns and then his eyes meet mine. “OH MY GOD!” he screams. We both run towards each other and then crash into each other’s arms. He squeezes me tight in his arms nearly chocking me.

“Jenny! What are you doing here? And Ew, you’re sweating!” he scrunches his nose up in disgust and takes a step back. “Nice to see you too, Jake!” I say trying to look offended and swat his upper arm. He laughs at me and then pulls me into a bear hug again. “I missed you. I miss everyone. How’s Nora?” he asks I pull back and we sit on one of the park benches.