Runaway ( A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 35: Meet Zeus

A/N: I know, I know. You guys have been waiting for an update and I'm sorry but I was dealing with a lot of things all at the same time... but I'm back now!

It's been one hour, forty seven minutes and twenty six seconds.

That's how long it's been since we dropped Mari back at Maria's. That's how long my other half and myself have been away from each other. That's how long I've been in a funk.

That's how long Harry and I have been sitting together in complete silence.

Until now.

"Mia, you'll be together again soon. It's just for a short time" he reasons.

Sure he's making complete sense but it's different when you've been through what I've been through.

It may be easy for him to see it this way but I can't. Everytime I have to part from her, the memory of that day flashes through my mind like a freshly healed wound being opened again.

I hear and see it all. It's so potent in my head that I'm completely blinded by it.

The screaming and crying. My useless pleas. The woman wearing an all black tailored suit with sympathy written all over her face. The indifference on my mother's face. The feeling of my knees scrapping against the concrete as I fell to the floor in defeat. The heartbreak. The anguish.

I lost her once. I can't lose her again. She's all I have left.

But Harry doesn't understand. Nobody does.

I laughed it off to cover my inner thoughts "Typical mum right?"

With Shaft 2.0 in the drive's seat and the inquisitive expression on my best friend's face that tells me he wants to know more, there's nothing more appealing than changing the subject.

"So...are you ready to get back on stage tonight?"

"Of course! I'm doing what I love and I'm making the persons responsible for that, happy. What more can I ask for?" he says as a smile plays on his lips. You can see the true passion for his fans and his job shining through his eyes and radiating off him.

"Don't you miss your family a lot? I mean, you're on the road for so long and so far away from them"

His mood suddenly plummets and he lets out a deep sigh and looks out the window "I miss them all the time. On our first tour, Up All Night, I called mum every night before I went to bed because I got homesick a lot" he lets out a breath and smiles slightly tracing his finger on the window "but I love what I do so I guess it's ok. It gets better with time, I promise"

It gets better with time. Now when haven't I heard those words before.

You know, it's only just dawned on me that we're not at Anne's house anymore. We're not in a safe, private environment where we can be ourselves without the fear of being photographed or seen.

I'm not stupid. I know who he is. I know what consequences come with being around him but I know that there are ways around it.

There has to be.

Like Robin said. I've been through enough. What if Harry really is my happiness? What if he's the cement needed to patch up the gaping hole in my life? Then I can't let my fears and insecurities stand in the way of that.

But do I deserve to be happy? Do I deserve to break free from these chains?

And then there's the issue of what if he isn't? What if I let myself go and believe that he's it and then he's not? What if he doesn't feel the same?