Long Way Home {h.s.}

"No! Come back!" Cecelia shouted, trying to keep up with the big dog after it had yanked the leash out of her hands. It jumped up on the back of the legs of a tall boy, maybe man. She reached the boy, breathing hard. "I am so, so sorry. She's usually so well behaved." She said, breathing hard from running so much.
"You should get a better leash." The boy said with a dry laugh. "Or a smaller dog."
She raised her eyes, looking at the man who her aunt's dog tackled. Her breath caught in her throat, and her eyes grew wide, matching those of the boy standing in front of her. It was a face she hadn't seen for years, one she had missed terribly. Her lips were parted, and she said one word, though it came out as a whisper.
"...Harry?"
((This is a work of fiction, and is not affiliated with Harry Styles or One Direction. Some mature scenes involving violence, death, alcohol and intimacy take place.))