The Fence

chapter 30

i watched him. his lip starting to twitch, the sweat sliding down his face. '' oh my god'' i say astonished. '' b but its probably not your father there is a million micheal's in the world right?'' i say he death stares me. '' i can't breathe'' he says. I have never seen him like this. The thought of his father drives him phsycotic i know that, but this time he is scaring me. '' t tell me what did the man in your dreams look like'' he says holding his heart'' he says breathing heavily. I don't want to say unless it is his father i have been dreaming about. Within a split second he grabs me by the throat ''TELL ME'' he screams i cry. '' TELL ME'' he screams again as i let out a cry. '' he had black hair, a beard and one eye was glass'' i say barely as his grip around my neck got tighter until he throws me against a wall. '' that dirty sun of a bitch'' he says. 

'' my father had a glass eye'' he says as he yells. '' harry calm down it will be ok'' i try to comfort him slowly i move towards him and hug him. '' its going to be ok'' i say he finally lets it all out and cry's on my shoulder '' every horrible thing i have ever done it because of him'' he crys as i lower us to the floor, i cradle him as he cries. '' every person is dead becuase of that man, now you the one person who makes me happy and he finds a way to ruin it'' he cries. '' shhh'' i say wiping away his tears. 

'' we need to get out of here'' i say trying to get him to stand up, he wipes away his tears. We lock eyes as he runs up to me and kissed me. Passion drive desire and right now is what i have. Our lips crash onto one another as we are in the basement of the mental ward. It is then ruined by alarms, sirens, police dogs barking. '' they figured out im not in my cell'' he says not concerned. '' im that you escaped there to help me'' i say. '' RUN'' he says as we run, through doors until we find a tunnel, we are running as fast as we can to the end of the tunnel. '' i see a bright light'' i say pointing towards what seemed to be the end. '' shit i hope we arent dead'' he says laughing whilst painting. Then the running stops as we made it. We escaped. I smile until harry's hand drags me down onto the floor as his hand covers my mouth. ''shhh, be quit'' he says. I look up to see police with torches. '' HARRY STYLES AND NINA PETROVA , HAND YOUR SELVES IN AND WE WONT OPEN FIRE WHEN WE SEE YOU''

I begin to stand up with my arms showing i give up but harry grabs my arm '' don't'' he says slowly, '' trust me'' he says. And thats all i could do. trust him.

We sit there in a tight ball for 8 hours as the police searched. It was torture being stuck with him and not kissing him. He felt it too. 

After hours they gave up and began to search into town. '' we are actually free'' i say twirling and staring into the sun as it rised from the clouds. '' not really, you think they are going to stop searching for me?.. for you?'' he says tilting his head. I nod '' i need to get things done'' i say holding his hands. 

'' can i ask you something nina?'' he says slowly. '' anything'' i say staring into his eyes. '' are you a virgin?'' he says smirking. '' n no..'' i say lying. '' really? so you have felt the passion of someone elses body ontop of yours? the passion of someone licking you out? the passion of making love to someone you care about as he whispers your name?'' he says as he walks closer whispering into my ear. '' ninaa'' he says. '' fine.. i am'' i say as he laughs. '' so what?'' i say annoyed. '' cause now is the last time you can call yourself virgin mary'' he says as he smiles.