let's escape // larry stylinson

chapter 61

Harry POV

I wake up the next day to someone jumping on the bed and yelling my name.

"Hmm?", I groan, slightly opening my eyes to see Louis jumping up and down. "What's up with you?"

He jumps down and crawls closer to me. He widely smiles at me, "I got a job."

"Oh my god, Louis!", I exclaim and embrace him. "I'm so proud of you, baby. What job did you get?"

"That furniture store we visited. I'm starting on Monday morning, before footie class", he explains.

I smile widely, "Oh Lou, I'm so proud of you."

"Hey, Haz?", he asks after hugging for a while. "Yeah?"

"Should we go to Donny today to get our stuff? We're moving in tomorrow", he asks me on a serious tone.

I hesitate for a second, "I guess we should, then we could take my car here too."

"I'm scared", I admit. "Me too, but we'll be okay. We have to explain to our sisters as well", he says and I nod. "I think they'll understand."

An hour later we were in the train again, on our way back to Doncaster to get our stuff and leave our old houses, our old life behind.

I rest my head on Louis' shoulder as the train departs from the station in London

After a two-hours train journey we arrive in Doncaster. With shaking hands and racing hearts we walk down the streets, towards our old houses.

It's weird being back here. Even though it's only been three days since we left, a lot has changed. We both got a job and even our own apartment where we'll be moving into tomorrow.

I know that the minute we walk through those doors, we have a lot of explaining to do. Our sisters will ask us a lot of questions, especially if they see us with boxes.

When we take a right turn into our street, my hands starts shaking even more. "It'll be okay, sweetie, don't worry", he says softly and I immediately feel a bit better. Louis does that to me, he always makes me feel better. Whenever I'm stressed or anxious, just a few words of him can make me feel so much better.

Just a few minutes later we arrive at our houses. I stand still in front of my house and sigh, "Let's go in."

Louis nods and we make our way inside. I see no one is home so we walk upstairs and start putting my stuff in boxes. Clothes, pictures, books for school and more, basically everything I own.

As I walk out of my bathroom with a box filled with toiletries, Gemma walks in my room.

"I thought I heard something here. Where were you the past two days?", she asks and stops walking in as she sees me and Louis packing and closing boxes.

"Are you moving out? Mum didn't mention anything", she asks us confusedly and sits down on the bed. I place my box in the floor and sit down next to her.

"We can't stay here anymore, not after what happened", I whisper and Gemma looks confused. "What happened?"

"Um", Louis starts. "My mum beat us up, till I was unconscious. And your mum, she helped. We just really can't stay after this."

I start crying as Louis tells Gemma the story. Gemma takes me in her arms. "Shh, it's okay Harry, I understand you have to leave. I understand."

"Thank you", I cry. I pull away from the hug and look at Louis, I see that he's crying too.

"Oh, Lou", I croak. "Come here."

I take my crying boyfriend in my arms and hold him close.

After we've stopped crying and told Gemma about our plans, we continue packing my stuff, Gemma helping us.