Run Away (on hold)

Run Away - Chapter Eight

Brenda pulls me into a tight embrace. She lets go and cups my face with her hands, "Baby's got into some trouble last night?" She teasingly asks and they both chuckle.

"This isn't helping guys," My voice comes out with a hint of annoyance.

Jonathan's laughter fades, "Harry's fine-looking lad though. . .", I glare at him, "And I'm straight, so shut it."

Brenda, Jonathan, and I—myself sit under the shade of a tree at the center of the park, trying to figure out what to do with the situation I'm in. I can't even go home because, Harry could still be there—or not. But I wouldn't take any risk, I can't bare to look him in the eye after what has happened last night. 

"I can go to your flat for you," Brenda suggests.

My subconscious says it's a good idea, but I doubt it, "And I'll go along with her." Jonathan concludes. I give them both nods and they hug me.

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In thirty minutes of waiting for them, I decide to go get a new phone. Thankfully, I have brought my wallet with me.

My feet padding on the pavement as I made my way back to the park, I caught a glimpse of a lad crying on a bench near a flower shop.

Curly hair.

My mind seems to have a mind of its own and sort of commanded my feet to walk in a faster pace. After minutes of walking, I reached the park, and I can already see Brenda's figure—along with Jonathan's.

"He wasn't there." The lad says.

"I should go home then," I give Jonathan a hug and kissed Brenda on her cheek, "See you, and thanks."

I open the door cautiously and step into the familiar aura of my home.

My mind got curious and I hurry to my bedroom. I walked into a newly made up bed, my dresser fixed, and my used clothes in the hump. Oh.

I walk to the bed were there was a piece of paper with writings.

"I'm sorry of what happened last night Louis. I understand that you may never want to see me EVER again, so, goodbye. Sorry, again. X. Harry"

It reads.

I tear the paper in two and throw it in the nearest trash bin.

I take off my converse and jump on the bed—wrinkling the perfectly made up duvet. I take my new phone out, typing in a familiar number.

Hey mum, how're you? I'll be spending my weekend there. Please say hi to the girls for me. Xx Boo

I send the text right after finishing it. It's been so long since I have visited my family—even when they just live across the city, so it would be perfect to spend at least a day there and finally see my mum, my lovely sisters, and my dad—stepfather. Also, I haven't spoke to them for like two months so that's something to look forward for.

I remember that I'm still on my old unwashed clothes so I strip of my shirt, then my dark jeans, throwing them to the floor. The only clothing I have on are my boxers and my socks. I turn the television on and decide on what movie to watch.

I ended up watching The Notebook and started crying at the middle of the movie.