Teenage Runaway (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

•Author's note•

This is a slightly shorter chapter as I am currently on holiday but trust me the next will make up for it :D Enjoy and please dont forget to comment and vote :)

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Chloe's P.O.V~

I haven't seen Harry in a few days. After the weekend I decided to pull a sickie instead of going to school. I have at least 20 missed calls from Harry on my phone and I've lost count of texts. I don't want to talk to anyone right now, I've felt pretty shitty these past few days and have gone back cutting again. Up until 3 weeks ago I was self harm free for 9 months. I hate the fact I've started again, but its the only time I can feel something other than numbness. The feel of the cool blade on my skin for a few moments make me feel alive but reality soon hits and so does the realisation of what I was doing to myself. Whenever you open up to someone about what you are doing they tell you to "Just stop it" but they don't realise it's not that easy. It's like a drug, once you start doing it it's hard to stop. I'm sitting in my bathroom blade in hand dragging it across my stomach and thighs , each cut getting deeper the more I think about how fucked up my head is. "You don't deserve to live" I tell myself cutting deeper. I can hear a knock on the front door downstairs, pausing for a few minutes so as not to make noise. They knock at the door again this time not so nicely. I gently place the blade beside me and stand up. There is blood dripping down my legs, I grab my towel and try to clean it up as best I could. I pull my pyjama shorts over my cuts and open the bathroom door. They are hammering their fists at the front door. I creep slowly down the stairs and see a dark figure at the door. They have their head against the door as the bang viciously with their fists. "Chloe!" I hear the deep voice shout, I could recognise that voice anywhere. It was Harry. "I know you're fucking in there!" he spat whilst kicking at the door. I don't know what to do. If I go back upstairs I know he will keep banging. He knows I'm in here, there's no point hiding. I walk all the way down the stairs and stand in front of the door. I glance quickly at my reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall and try to tame my hair as best I could. I suck in a huge breathe and slowly open the door. Harry is standing there leaning against the door frame, towering over me. His face is inches from mine and his eyes are slowly scanning my face. "Where have you been Chloe?" he asks a tone of annoyance in his voice. I gulp, and try my best to compose myself. "I've been sick" I reply gripping the door tight afraid of how eerily calm Harry was being. "Sick enough to ignore my calls?" he asks, clearly not believing my illness lie. "Yeah" I say looking towards the ground. "You know Chloe, I don't like liars very much. I really do hope you have a better excuse to not coming to school and ignoring me these few days up your sleeve." Harry steps into the hallway and moves closer to me. "Shit" I think to myself "what the fuck am I gonna say. "Look I'll be honest with you Harry-" I start, "I've not been feeling the best in the past few days and to be very honest I couldn't deal with socializing at all. I have been ignoring you only because I just didn't want to talk to anyone." Harry looks at me. His eyes scan my face, move down to my wrists and then to my thighs. Its only then I realise I should of checked if my legs were covered. "Is that?" he asked walking towards me and looking closely at my legs. "Is that blood?" he asks again a look of worry crosses his face. I move away from Harry. He stays where he is and turns to close the front door. "Chloe, what the fuck have you done?" he says. He looks panicked. I turn and begin to go upstairs "Nothing" I say trying to get up the stairs and hide the towel and blade before he sees it. Harry quickly follows me up and passes me out barging into the bathroom, he stands still and just stares at what lies infront of him. I feel paralyzed on the stairs, I can't move. All I can do is watch. Harry slowly bends down and picks up the towel, "why" he murmurs to himself as he holds it in his hands. He reaches over and grabs the blade, "why would she fucking do this?" he half shouts as he pounds his fist into the wall. Harry becomes erratic and loses it. He punches the wall repeatedly and smashes the mirror. I can't believe I am watching this scene, I can't believe Harrys reaction and its all my fault. Harry turns to me blade in hand and walks up to me. I cover my face with my arms in protection unsure of what he is going to do. But nothing happens. I slowly remove my arms from my face and Harry is still stood there, his breathing uneven, hurt in his eyes. He holds the blade towards me "Take it" he says pushing it into my hands. I hold it infront of me and look at Harry. He slowly pulls up his sleeve, his eyes on me as he does it. "Drag the blade through my arm" he instructed raising his arm towards me. My eyes widen " I-I can't " I stutter, shocked Harry would think I would do it. "Why?" he asks still watching me. "Because I can't hurt you." I say feeling tears slowly fall down my cheeks. "Why can't you hurt me?" he asks never breaking eye contact with me. "Because I care about you too much for you to hurt. It would hurt me watching you hurt." After saying that I realized what I was doing and realised why Harry reacted as he did. It hurt him seeing me hurting. All he wanted was for it to stop and if it meant him being hurt instead of me. He would do it. "Harry" I begin but can't finish as a sob escapes my mouth, Harry was crying too. Seeing him cry made me realise that finally someone did care and I wasn't alone. Harry pulled me in to him and hugged me. I sobbed into his chest, all my built up emotions finally escaping. "It hurts, seeing you hurt" he whispered as he stroked my hair. "All I want to do is to save you but you won't let me in. It kills me." I look up at Harry and look him dead in the eye "Harry the reason I don't let people in is the fact I am so fucked up people usually run away." Harry wipes the tears from my cheeks with his thumb gently and places his lips on my forehead. "It's the fucked up ones that are always the best" he gently says cupping my face into his hands. Harry wasn't the most easiest of people to understand, his moods would change so quickly it was almost impossible to keep up. But this mood changing, tall, dark and unbelievably handsome boy was all I needed. I didn't need friends, I didn't need Family as long as I had him I wasn't alone.

Harry's P.O.V~

When I had walked in and seen the smudged blood on her knees my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. It killed me knowing she was hurting so bad that her only escape was through that. I could stop other people from hurting her but this time she was hurting herself and I couldn't stop it. Chloe was her own demon and I know now I can't protect her from everything, even herself. You read about teens self harming and you think nothing of it. I used to laugh when I heard of someone do it and accuse them of attention seeking but now, knowing someone I truly care about is doing it all I want to do is beat the crap out of every single person who brought her to this level. I stroke Chloe's hair softly, the way mum did when dad would do when I was younger and was scared. It soothed me and I hope it will for her. "Okay?" I ask her leaning back from our hug to get a better look at her face "Okays." she answers a watery smile on her face. "Come on we will watch telly. You head down and set it up, I'll be down once this is all cleared up." I say holding up the towel. Chloe nods timidly and walks slowly down the stairs. I open the bin in her bathroom and pull out the black bag. I walk around the floor and pick up the shards of glass off the ground, I grab some tissue and wipe up the few drops of Chloe's blood from the ground, I collect the towel and blade and stuff them all in the black bag and tie a knot on top. I clamber down the stairs bag in hand and see Chloe sitting on the sofa, her legs crossed under her staring at the telly. "I'm just putting this bag out to my car" I tell her showing her the bag. She looks towards me and nods a faint smile on her lips. I walk out and throw it into my boot, "This shit will be burned tonight" I say to myself as I pull down the boot. I walk back in and join Chloe on the sofa. "What's on?" I ask wrapping my arm around her shoulder, Chloe gently moves closer and rests her head on my shoulder. "Shit." she answers flicking through the channels. "I'm going to take you on a date" I tell her running my fingers in circular motions on her pale arm. She lifts her head up and looks at me. "Me?" she asks raising an eyebrow, "Well who else is in here apart from you." I smirk. "will you Chloe Irwin allow me Harry Styles to take you on a date this Friday night?" I ask. Chloe laughs a grin on her face "You're an idiot" she says poking me in the chest. "Is that a yes? I ask the same grin creeping on my face. "It's a maybe" she says before laying her head back on my shoulder again.

Chloe's P.O.V~

I couldn't believe Harry wanted to take me out! He actually wanted to be seen in public with me. We sat there until midnight just peacefully watching telly, I couldn't focus on it at all. All I could think about was how shockingly close I was next to a boy. At midnight the front door opens and in walks Mam. She looks shocked to see me and up and as well to see me cuddled up beside a lad. Harry begins to blush obviously embarrassed about being found cuddled with me and never having introduced himself. "Hey Chlo." Mam says walking into the sitting room. "Hey" I answer feeling just as uncomfortable as Harry. Mam and I have no relationship whatsoever, we were like strangers who happened to share a home. "Who's this?" she asks looking towards Harry who immediately stands up and extends his hand out to my mam. "I'm Harry Styles Mrs. Irwin. I'm a friend of Chloe." he says shaking her hand. "Well its nice to meet you Harry." Mum smiles to him and looks at me. "How was your day love?" she asks. Me and Harry exchange looks, both wondering if either of us were going to tell about earliers events. "Fine" I answer smiling at her and nodding at Harry. "That's good" she says. She looks around the room slowly and then looks back at us." well im going to head to bed I've to be up early. Goodnight." she walks out of the sitting room. Harry sits back down on the couch and breathes out a sigh of relief. "Well that was awkward" he says. I laugh and nodded in agreement. "It sure was" I say looking at Harry.