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Chapter Thirteen

I sat in the same spot, laying on the hard ground, passing time by braiding strips of grass. Every time a car drove by, I'd jump to my feet and beg for a ride, but I'd get the same answer no matter what. I began to hate the word 'no', and every time I heard it, I got the urge to walk back to my house. But whenever I'd try to, I'd collapse from the pain, which was now spreading to my ankles and calves.

It was when I finally gave up waiting that a familiar black car appeared on the horizon, ripping down the long road. I knew exactly who it was, though I wasn't excited to see them. I couldn't tell if it was luck, or if I was being stalked, but at this moment in time, I couldn't care less.

The intimidating Ford Explorer came to a rolling stop in front of me. The tinted window slowly lowering, exposing the curly haired boy I excepted to see. His hair was styled back, sunglasses covering his eyes, with a toothpick hanging from his mouth.

Harry smirked, "I looked everywhere for you."

I rolled my eyes, stumbling around to the other side of the car, waiting for him to unlock the door. Once he did, I pulled myself in, waiting for him to drive, but he didn't. Instead he was facing me, chewing on his toothpick, almost like he expected something from me.

I gave up silently guessing, "What?"

"I'm expecting a bit of an explanation, and maybe a thank you." He raised a brow, continuing to stare.

"Enlighten me, please?" I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Well, last time we spoke, you told me to fuck off, then you disappeared. A few hours later, I'm woken up by a phone call from Zayn, begging me to go find you. I checked your friend's house; she yelled at me, and threw a shoe at me. Then, I checked your house; vacant as expected-"

"You know my address?"

"Relax, Zayn gave me it." He rolled his eyes, then continued. "Anyway.. just when I began to drive back to Zayn's to tell him I couldn't find you, I take a shortcut through the countryside, and find you frying in the sun. Now, you could either explain to me how the fuck you got out here, or you can thank me for rescuing you- or both?"

"It's a really long story; mind answering one of my questions first?"

"Depending." He shrugged, gesturing me to keep talking.

I nodded, wetting my lips, "So.. Zayn called you, right?"

"Correct; he was worried. Told me you had hurt legs or something?"

"Yeah, my feet.." I mumbled, my mind getting lost in the fact Zayn was still worrying about me, after I insulted him so horribly. He confused me so much, and not in a good way. I couldn't figure out if he hated me, or was secretly obsessed with me. Either way, it's strange behaviour.

"Mind explaining that as well?"

I shook my head, snapping back to reality "Explaining what?"

"Why your feet are hurt..? Ellie, are you okay?"

"Ugh.. Yeah, I'm fine." I frowned, shaking my head again. My head was flooded with way too many thoughts, it was hard to get coherent sentences out.

"I think you've been sitting outside for too long. You can explain yourself later, yeah? I'll take you home, you need rest." Harry said, turning in his seat to face the steering wheel.

"Wait- I have another question." Harry started the car as I spoke.

"Then ask it?"

"You were at my house earlier-"

"I didn't steal anything! I have a little bit of respect for you."

"No, that's not what I meant.." I shook him off. "Did it look destroyed at all?"