The Umbrella Girl (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Today's Task 17: The Theater

 Authors Note: Here's where things get fun, I encourage you to listen to the song Breathe by Greg Maroney on the piano on repeat whilst you're reading this chapter, I have it linked in the side bar if you need, I feel like it adds more depth to the chapter and I want my readers to hear it! 

  Lily's POV

 I don't think I've ever been more utterly mortified in my life. Harry's lips on mine were not something I wanted at this low-point. With a deep breath through my nose I realized what was happening. 

 I abruptly pulled away and slapped him harshly. 

 "Harry what the hell!? Is this some sort of joke to you?" I cried, the tears starting to come back. He stepped backwards, surprised.

 "I try to open up to you, and all you do is more crap for publicity!" I shouted furiously, waving my arms around.

 "What?" He asked, taken aback.

 "I can't believe you! I'm sure Jayden or somebody told you to say that too! Well sorry they're probably pissed! But wait, a fight is probably good for publicity too! You happy now?" I snapped jamming my finger into his chest. 

 "What?" He said again.

 "Is that all you know how to say?" 

"No!" He retorted. I narrowed my eyes at him and took a step backwards.

"Just leave me alone Harry!" I stormed away, not sure of where I would go but only knowing I needed to get far away from him. He looked almost dumbfounded, but hey he had proved to be actually good at pretending, so I didn't even think for a second it was real. 

 "Lily!"

I ran even faster now, realizing a place I could go. It was brilliant. I would be safe to do whatever I pleased. Scream, cry, whatever it took to get Harry out of my mind. This whole situation was somehow inescapable, no matter what I did, if I wanted to keep my family safe and fed, I'd have to continue staying around Harry. I could handle that right? I'm sure I could probably handle that. But there was a problem, every time he touched me, I felt electricity. That's not right! I'm not supposed to feel that way! That is not right!

 I turned corners and ran through backyards until I was absolutely sure Harry couldn't be following me anymore. That's when I pressed my head back into an alleyway wall and pulled out my phone. I had been running for at least an hour or two, and I was really close to New York City, just in a suburban town right outside. I knew exactly where I was though, I was on the corner of Westford street and Cuba, meaning I was close to where I needed to be. 

 "Charlie?" I asked.

 "Lily! Jeez do you even know how much international phone calls cost nowadays?" He exclaimed through the line, I could almost see him smirking. That was who Charlie was and always would be hopefully. I still couldn't get a grip on the fact that for the past few nights, I had been dreaming of him as my sort of prince charming when I had only ever seen him as my best friend, even when we were dating. Maybe deep down, my mind new something I didn't. Maybe after I "broke up" with Harry I could go back to Charlie. But for now, this subject would have to wait.

  "I'm sorry, I just need to ask you something." I whispered, watching a few people passing by.

 "Oh sure! Um what is it?" He replied. I took a breath.

 "Do your parents still own that theater? You know the one we would spend the night in when we were kids?"

  "That's a bit random, but yeah of course! They still live in it too if that's what you're wondering. There aren't anymore showings today so you could go on in if you want. We still have that secret stash of keys hidden in the potted plants by the big door at the front. I'll tell my parents you're coming so they can disarm the security system."