Escape

“H-harry?” I whispered

“No,” he sternly replied “No, no, no. You shouldn’t be talking to me, I shouldn’t be talking to you.”

My mind jogged back to high school years. Harry Styles. The boy who was always there to fix our ‘Oh shit we had homework?’ Dilemma, the boy sat everywhere by himself, the boy who made best friend’s with every teacher and most of all the poor innocent boy deprived of his happy last years at school as a result of cowardly bullying. It had been so long since I had last seen that head of brown curls and the man was a pretty nice viewing nowadays.

“It’s you isn’t it?” I whispered.

“Don’t Dominique,” he replied sternly “, you have to be somewhere as do I. ”

I heard the horn of a car beep and a few shouts echo through the alleyway.

“Harry I’m meeting Issy up for a coffee, please come I want to catch up with you and I’m sure Issy does too?” I asked hopefully.

He shook his head and I stepped forward and peered up at his face for the first time since graduation day. It was only then I saw a silver piece of metal hanging from his lip and numerous tattoos scattered along his left arm. I gasped as I felt strong arms push me further away from him.

“Thank you for the offer but I need you to promise me that you tell nobody that you saw me here today,” his raspy voice made goose bumps appear along my arms sleeveless arms “, I’m someone you don’t want to be around, I promise you”