Bump Into You// Harry Styles

Chapter 6

I couldn't even sleep last night. The words of that note? Warning? Letter? I don't even know. Maybe it was meant for someone else and it blew away. But that was so specific. It had my name, well nickname. People used to call me that when dad was alive and I used to socialise with other people. I liked it but I'm the only one who calls me that now since I talk to myself.

The people who I used to talk to or either dead or they moved away to be with family since they were mostly old people.

I like the company of old people. They don't gossip about what happened 10 years ago with the family across the street or have a problem with what other people's children wear to family dinners. I like that they talk about their children and what they achieved even though it makes me emotional. My mom never talk about me like this. I like when the old people talk about the past and how the people used to communicate. How they used to stand up for each other. I wish today was like those days. If only wishes came through.

It's saturday and I didn't even get a wink last night. I usually sleep in on saturdays but I don't think I'll do that today. It's 6 in the morning and I'm going to just go for a run.

I got up out the bed and put on a sports bra and some leggings. I went downstairs and got myself a cup of coffee. Gulping it down despite how hot it is, I went straight for the front door.

Once I was out of the house, I put my earphones in and started jogging down the street. I went straight for the path I went down last time. When I was about to turn the corner, I heard noises. I halted in my tracks and stepped back a few inches before anyone could see me. I looked beside me and saw that the bushes were slightly parted so I went straight for it. I got in and looked back to where I came from and saw that I couldn't see the entrance. I looked in front of me and I realised that I got closer to the people that were talking. One had his back to me. He shifted to the right and I got a glimpse of the person he was talking to.

Harry

What is he doing here again?
Who is he talking to?
What the hell?

"You know that you have to or else Corbin will have your head." The Guy that has his back to me was the one who spoke. Have to what? What is he talking about?
Why am I even listening to their conversation? It's obviously something private if they had to meet up here. Still I stayed put.

"Don't you think I know that? I just don't want to do this anymore. I don't want the cops on my tail! I want to be a normal person and have a normal life! Is that to much to ask?" He was obviously frustrated and stressed. I feel sorry for him.

"I know man. I want that too but we can't have that with the type of people we know! If we even try to get out of this you know what will happen."The other one's voice was firm and his words were not to be taken lightly by the tone he used. There was no room for argument.

Harry heaved a long tired sigh before running his fingers through his hair and tugging at the ends, hard enough to rip his hair out. That must hurt.

"Ok I'll do it. I don't have a choice it seems. I don't even have the choice to live or die. Everyone makes my decisions. I hate me a lot." He was not the same tough person I met almost three weeks ago. He looked broken beyond repair. He looked extremely and utterly exhausted. I can relate to him. I feel what he feels everyday of my life. We have more in common than I thought.

"Ok let's go." Harry walked off and then the other dude went after him. I decided to wait a while before getting out, not to let them know that someone was there.

When I decide that I've waited long enough, I got out of my little hiding place and brushed off the few leaves that were on me and went straight for the path I saw them head down. Yes! I decided to follow them. But when I got to that intersection again, I realised that I didn't know which path they took. Ugh! Guess I waited a little too long before following them.