Runaway (A 1D fan fiction)

Chapter 3

Chapter three hope you guys enjoy it, I certainly did :) -KC

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We pile into my red and white 1972 Chevy truck with chipping paint and rust up the sides.

"I'm not apologizing for the way it looks," I say firmly as all seven of us squeeze into the front seats -the only seats- of the vehicle.

"No need to," Liam smiles at me. I return the gesture, forcing a smile on my lips.

I start the car, trying not to scowl as Harry is shoved next to me. "Why, hello there love," He says smoothly as he begins to snake his hand around my waist.

"Don't even try it, Styles," I grab his arm and twist it. He yelps in pain. "And don't call me that."

"Roger that," he frowns, sinking into the seat.

We pull out of the parking space, starting our expedition to Seattle. During the two and a half hour drive, two hours are filled with multiple people sleeping. Liam and Louis are cuddling with each other, both asleep, while Perry is snoring slightly on Zayn's shoulder. Niall is snoring, his head against the dash. Harry ends up falling asleep, his head in my lap, sprawled out across the car. I decide to leave him. He should get some sleep.

"Are we there yet?" A groggy Perry asks me. By this time, everyone has awaken, Harry sitting upright, and Liam and Louis no longer holding each other.

I sigh. "No yet." Perry groans, burying her head into Zayn's shoulder. Zayn puts his arm across her shoulder, smiling down at the girl. I glance at the rear view mirror, looking at Perry and Zayn from the other side of the car.

"Hey, Earrings," I say. "Hands off."

"Oh-em-gee, Hunter," Perry moans. "How much longer?"

"About half and hour," I tell her. I turn on the radio, and the car is instantly flooded with "Lost In Stereo" by All Time Low, the heavy guitar sounds punding through the car. I tap my fingers on the stealing wheel, singing along to the chorus:

"She's out of control,

So beautiful,

In stereo, lost in stereo,

And I've been,

Waiting,

For so lo-"

"Shut up! This sucks!" Perry yells over the radio, changing the channel. The station fumbles for a moment, creating static, then settles down, playing music. Perry sings along "Boyfriend" by Justin Beiber, and I try not to throw up.

The song soon ends, and "What Makes You Beautiful" comes on. Liam starts to sing, and I slam my foot on the break. I turn sharply to Liam.

"No," I say firmly, pointing to him. "NO."

"Sorry," Liam mumbles.

I take my foot off the break, driving again. We continue for about two miles, until I hear a rumbling sound coming from the engine. "Uh-Oh," I mutter, pulling over. We slow to a stop on the shoulder of the freeway. I get out of the car, Harry behind me.

"I'm good with cars," he tells me. I open the hood, steam blasting out of the car, blowing up my shirt. Harry smirks, and I punch him in the arm. "Ow!" He yells.

"Don't be such a baby," I roll my eyes at him, spitting on The engine, crating more steam. "Piece of shit car," I mumble. This was my other uncles, and I saved up exactly $1,292.86 for it. It's probably only worth about $1,000 anyway.

"Here," Harry lens over me, checking the oil and turning a few knobs under the car. When working, his hand rests on mine. I resist the urge to blush. Me? Like Harry Styles? I think. Ew.

"Should be fine," he smiles. We hop back into the car, and I start the engine once more. The car starts and we arrive in Seatle about twenty minutes later.

"What are we gonna do?" Perry asks.

"Let's go dancing!" Louis suggests.

"No," I reply.

"Come on, Hunter. Just because you can't dance doesn't mean we can't," Perry whines.

I think for an excuse. "I have nothing to wear."

"Oh, really?" Pery holds up her hot pink bag, pulling out my button down black swing dress from Hot Topic.

"Where did you get that?" I ask.

"A sensible girl always carries a dress with her at all times," she says matter-of-factly.

"Fine. Let's go to the Savory Swing Club, then."

"Where?" Harry asks me.

"You'll like it," I say as I inch the car into a small parking place a couple of yards away from the vintage styled dance club.

We lay our fee to get in, and all seven of us sit down at a small table. Zayn puts his hood up.

"No need," I shake my head. "No one will recognize you."

Perry turns to me. "Let's go to the bathroom. You have to change."

I sigh and get up, walking to the restrooms.

I change quickly, walking out of the stall, looking in the mirror. Perry fixes my blonde hair, handing me a tube of pink lip gloss. I put a little on and hand it back to her.

"You like him," she giggles.

"No I don't!"

"Yes, you do. Don't lie to me, Hunter," she licks her fingers, using then to tame the waves in her hair. I resist th urge to make a gross face. Perry doesn't have many foibles, but that's one of them. Who wants spit in their hair?

"Fine. I do."

"Knew it! Go dance with him."

I roll my eyes as we walk back out to the club.

Harry stands up at the table. Louis, Liam, and Niall are already dancing with some girls. Well, Louis is with a girl, Nial and Liam are dancing together. I watch as Perry and Zayn walk onto the dance floor.

"Would you care to dance?" he asks me, taking my hand in his.

I pull my hand out of his grip. "No."

"Yes," before I can pull back, Harry is walking into the dance floor with me.

The first few bars of "Baby, it's Cold Outisde" by Johnny Mercer and Margaret Whiting are played, and Harry potions with me to dance, lacing one hand with mine, his other on my waist.

We begin to dance, Harry mumbling along with the words, smiling. He steps back and forth, spinning me every once in a while, but always retuning back to his graceful stance. I look at him, moving closer, "You're a lovely dancer," he says nicely to me.

"Really?"

The last line of the song plays. "Of course," he whispers as he leans into kiss me. I don't move away from him, placing both my arms around his neck, instead. He wraps his arms around my waist. I close my eyes. His breath smells like mint. I bet his lips taste even better...

Then the song ends.

Harry pulls away awkwardly, having been just centimeters away from kissing me. He clears his throat. "Well, let's go back, then," we walk back to the table. Louis orders nachos,shareable seven of us share the gigantic plate. He tells us about the girl he was dancing with. She was some Texas broad. Not very interesting, but she was polite.

We are at the dancing club for another four hours. Harry and I dance every song together. He doesn't try to kiss me again.

Harry drives us home. Everyone falls asleep immediately except for me. About a half hour into the drive, I end up drifting off to Harry singing "Baby, it's Cold Outside" to me.

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Ooooooh Harry and Hunter!! Hubba hubba ding ding!