Hiding

I walk straight into the house, as the front door was unlocked, my heart beating out of my chest when I notice a discrete difference. "Mar-Marcel?" I choke, "what..what? What are you wearing? You look different." I say as I look down at his choice of ripped black jeans and his hair brushed and pushed back off if his forehead rather than neatly gelled back. He rushes to the other side of the room and closes his eyes as he looks toward me, "My name isn't Marcel. It's Harry. And I need to leave." He speaks quickly. "Wait what?" I ask, my mind spinning. "Listen, Alaya, I've been wanting to tell you, but I didn't know how," he throws on his black tshirt, "but my name is Harry Styles. I wish I could explain everything to you right now but I don't have the time. People have become suspicious of me, so I need to leave town again because the police are after me, wanting me in with them because I have been accused of murder." My eyes go wide and I take in a sharp breath, speechless before I regain myself. I walk over and grab my pack of cigarettes off of the table where I left them last night and hold open the door. "What are you doing?" He asks as he grabs a few things. "Leaving town," I say.