The Fugitives. *A Harry Styles FanFic*

"We need to leave, NOW!" Harry whispers into my ear. The area between us becomes smaller and smaller with every breath he takes, every move he makes. "Where will we go, Harry? Everyone will be looking for us!" I say to him. I shake my head, frustrated tears brimming my eyes. "I've got it figured out. Follow me before they can find us.I'm afraid this time, they won't be so nice to us." Harry says.