Purpose // n.h.

Part 3: Runaways

Nialls pov

I looked out the window and saw palm trees wrapped with stupid twinkly lights lining the driveway. I looked over to my manager, Sean, and scoffed loud enough for him to hear. He was on his phone, which wasn't unusual, barely paying any attention to me. I was tempted to open the door and just jump out, letting the concrete hit me. It seemed a lot more inviting than this place. It was stupid, I could already tell. The car stopped in front of a grand entrance and I hesitantly stepped out and looked up at the big building in front of me. It looked like a dream house, but inside it probably be like hell. I would rather be anywhere but here. Inside, the walls were covered in fancy ass wallpaper with stupid flowers everywhere. Every single fucking person that worked there was smiling. Elevator music played from the speakers in every fucking room and I just couldn't do it anymore.

"Okay, I'm not doing this." I stopped walked and turned around abruptly, causing my manager to bump into me. He didn't move, meaning I was not walking out of here. I groaned loudly, to make sure he saw how unhappy I was, but he just rolled his eyes and pointed down the hall, motioning me to keep walking.

Suddenly, the door I walked by swung open with such force it made me jump. A girl dressed in all black walked out almost running into me. She looked up for a second. Her eyes grew wide, meaning she probably recognized me.

"They have celebrity endorsements too? You have to be fucking kidding me." She yelled back at a man and woman, who I assumed were her parents, as they ran after her. They shouted at her to come back, but she didn't reply. She just kept running farther and farther away and for a couple seconds, I actually thought about following her. I looked over at my manger who was looking the other way, still on his phone. I turned around quickly and sprinted in her direction. I ran past her parents. I looked back and saw my manger waving his hands, calling me to come back, but there was no way in hell I was turning around.

I caught up to her a few seconds later.

"Hello." I introduced myself in between breaths. She tripped at the sound of my voice, making her fall on her stomach.

"Shit. Are you okay?" I ran back to her and picked her by the elbows, which the sidewalk beat up. Blood started to drip down.

"I am so sorry." I tried to apologize, but all she did was laugh. I was starting to regret running off with her, maybe she was crazy.

"Why are you laughing?"

"I just tripped in front of Niall Horan. I'm surprised you're not laughing at me too." She replied with a small smile.

"Well, you know my name. What's yours?" I smiled a little.

"Already flirting are we?" She chuckled. I just shrugged. She was pretty.

"Some would actually appreciate it, you know."

"I'm not some, so save it rock star." She walked past me. Well, she was interesting. "Did they make you run after me to convince me to go back or something?"

"No, I'm on the run as well."

"Great." She replied sarcastically.

"Why were you running?" I asked, walking along side her.

"Parents think I'm depressed and need help, but they're just bad parents who don't even know me." She replied, not even looking at me. I looked at her again. Along with her entirely black outfit, her hair was long and dark and in her face. She didn't wear a lot of make up other than some eye stuff and dark lip stick and had a nose piercing.

"Well you do wear a lot of black for someone who thinks they're happy."

"Don't act like you know me just because of the way I dress. People that can't handle all black are weak."