Runaway ( A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 39: The Sixth Sense Part 2

Stepping out of the elevator, my feet carry me straight ahead with Harry hot on my tail.

I'm a woman on a mission.

"Why are you acting so bonkers?" he asks as we stop in front of a door.

"Just give me a second, okay?" I reassure him and knock on the door.

A few seconds later, the door pulls open, revealing Liam in a white tank and black sweatpants with a bright smile.

"Hi guys, what a surprise!" he greets "I was just on my way up to the gym but I'd gladly help with whatever you need"

He's so nice!

"Oh, great! Thank you" I try to look over his shoulder to see inside his room "Is there any chance that the others are in here with you?"

He looks between Harry and I with a confused face and Harry shrugs leaning against the wall.

"Hey, I'm just as lost as you are...she dragged me here"

Liam looks towards me and says "Niall and Louis are in that room over there" he points to the door opposite to us "and Zayn was on a call with Perrie but he should be done by now"

I don't know how this is going to turn out. I don't know what the hell I'm doing.

Could I get sued for this?

I don't know!

All I know is that I'm drowning in guilt and I'm afraid I'm running out of oxygen. I never intended for this to go this far but then again, I never expected to become friends with them either.

I'm just doing what I think is right.

"Is there a possibility that you can get them all in one room for me?" I ask him, while the thoughts in my head are racing a mile a minute, thinking of ways to tell them and the possible outcomes of this whole...situation.

"Uh, sure? Not a problem" he says unsurely, clearly confused about what's happening. "Shall we wait in here for you?" he asks pointing over his shoulder towards inside his room and I nod gratefully.

After our brief exchange, I start walking back towards the elevator wanting to retrieve my laptop from my room. As I'm walking, a gentle grip on my forearm causes me to put a halt in my steps.

"You're being weird" he states, eyeing me suspiciously but his green irises hold concern, contrasting from his evident curiosity. I stare into the abyss of his eyes feeling myself getting trapped in them "What is it that you had to tell me?"

The longer I stare into his eyes, the more my heart sinks in my chest at what I was about to do. I could lose my job over this and I could possibly mess up the bond that I've managed to form with the boys. A lot is on the line here and I find myself oddly regretting this rash decision of spilling my guts to them. I start to think that maybe I'm doing this for myself, so as to not feel as guilty and deceptive as I do right now.

Or am I doing the right thing by telling them the truth. I mean, it's not like it's a big deal or anything...at least I don't think so but I've realised that ever since I opened up to Harry about Blake, it's getting harder for me to keep the chest closed and what's locked inside is threatening to burst out.

"I'll be back" was all I said as I pulled my arm from his grip and continued my journey to my room.

When I get back to their floor, I hug my laptop closely to my chest and I slow my steps, taking deep breaths and exhaling them at a slow pace, calming myself down, not wanting to have another anxiety attack in the middle of an empty hallway.