The Runaway {Narry}

Chapter 23- Trapped

Niall:

My heart was pounding so fast that I could barely breathe. My entire body was trembling. This was it. They were going to find me and I'd have to go back to that dreadful school. 

I didn't know what I was so afraid of. I used to be afraid of Harry. But he proved to me that he wasn't going to hurt me ever again. And I think I trusted him, a little bit. 

Okay, I trusted him a lot more than I wanted to. I shouldn't trust him with my life, with my secrets, like I do. He didn't deserve my trust but I couldn't help but feel safe with him. 

I would never feel safe at that school. And that's what I was afraid of I guess. That they would laugh, that thing would be worse than they were before. That I would bring Harry down with me.

I heard the door open and the deep heavy voice of Harry's father. I never used to be afraid of the man. He was my second father as a child. I clutched the fabric of Harry's comforter tightly in my hands and tried to think of something, anything else. 

My eyes traveled about Harry's room. It was pretty much the same as I remembered. The only difference was a small picture frame on the bedside table that held a picture of him and I. It was taken at the game. Harry and I were both clad in uniform and hugging each other tightly. His smile was so genuine and my face was flushed red with embarrassment. I couldn't get over how perfectly content Harry looked. Could he possibly be telling the truth when he tells me he loves me? I asked myself. His smile seemed to answer the question for me. I felt so overwhelmed with emotion that a tear slipped over my cheek. I brought my knees to my chest and watched as the picture went in and out of focus as I tried to fight the tears.

Suddenly there was a soft knock at the door. I froze and tore my eyes from the picture. 

"Ni? It's me." Harry whispered. I let out a breath that I didn't even know I was holding in. He stepped in and shut the door behind him. He was so beautiful, still I felt the same for him as I did before everything happened. He was still my hero, my first and only love. Only I could never let him know that I still felt that way. Not after what happened last time. And I knew that I shouldn't kiss him back and let him hold me the way he does but I just couldn't help it.

"Hey." He said softly when he saw my tears. "It's okay, he went back to work. Mum said she would help." He moved to me and sat beside me on the bed. He hesitated a moment before he reached out and pulled me into his lap. He made me feel safe. I rested my head on his chest and breathed in his intoxicating scent. 

"My mum wants us to explain everything." He told me after a long moment of comfortable silence.

"Okay." I muttered.

"Only if your ready." He said. 

I nodded. I was as ready as I'd ever be. 

"I'll be right back." He told me as he detached himself from me. I wanted so badly to never let him go. I wanted to pull him back down into my arms but instead I watched him walk out of the room. And for the first time in a long time I knew he would come back. 

Anne's face peeped around Harry's shoulder as they came into the room. I moved over on the bed so that Harry could come sit beside me again and Anne, across from us. 

"Hi Niall." She said warmly. 

"Hi." I said just as Harry reached out and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.

"So Harry how long has this been going on exactly?" She asked. 

"You mean how long have I known about him? About a month or 2." He said.

She let out a frustrated sigh. I could tell that she was trying not to get angry with him. "So that's where you've been going." 

"Yeah, I told you that I couldn't tell you. And I'm sorry but now you know." He said.

"Okay," she shrugged. "Now what are we going to do with you?" She asked. "I'm assuming that you don't want anyone to find you." 

I could see the sadness in her eyes and it hurt me to know that she cared. 

"He could stay in here with me, for tonight?" Harry suggested a little too suddenly. 

"I guess that would be alright. But we need to...." She trailed off just as her phone rang. 

"Maura, Hi." She said.

I stiffened at the sound of my mums name. There were no words to describe how much I missed her. 

Anne held her finger up to us and made her way out to the hall.

"I guess one good thing came out of this." Harry smirked.

"What?"

"I get to have you sleep in my bed, with me." He smiled. I couldn't help but crack a small smile as well. 

"Shut up." I teased. But on the inside I was equally if not more excited about sharing a bed with him once again. 

"No offense but you need a shower." He said. 

I scowled at him.

"Come on." He said as he climbed off the bed and pulled me into the bathroom. 

"Here's a towel and everything else is in the shower." He smiled. 

"Thanks." 

He looked a me suddenly, stared actually. Just watching me with wide gorgeous green eyes. 

"What?" I asked feeling incredibly self conscious.

"Nothing, it's just..." He paused and slipped his arms around my waist. My heart skipped a beat as I stood there completely dumbfounded. He pulled me into a tight embrace and I hugged him back like it was the last time I was ever going to see him. "I'm glad you're here."

He pulled back and looked at me, like he was going to kiss me. But instead he turned to the shower and turned the water on for me.

Without another word he left. 





Harry:

I found my mum in the kitchen leaning on the counter with her head down. 

"Mum?" I asked.

"I just had to lie to Maura, tell her that I hadn't heard anything. I listened to her cry for 15 minutes and there was nothing I could do." She said. 

"I'm sorry Mum. I'm trying with him." I began.

She shook her head. "No, I know. And I'll help you with your father. He texted me and said he was going to have a late night."

"Thank you." I said.

"And I'm sorry I accused you..."

"It's okay, really." I said. 

"Okay, okay. What do you want for dinner?" She asked.

"I don't know, Ni really likes eggs."

"Ni?" She smirked.

"Yeah, it's just a stupid nickname." I blushed.

"He love you, you know." She said as she went to the fridge. 

"What? No he doesn't.. He does?" I asked flustered.

"So much, Harry. He looks at you like you are the only thing holding him to this earth. It's adorable." 

I blushed. "I b-better go check on him."

"Harry, I'm so happy for you." She said. 

"Thanks." I said over my shoulder. I slipped into my room just as Niall stepped out of the bathroom. His darkened blonde hair fell over his eyes and the towel hung low on his hips. It took everything in me to not snog the hell out of him. He was so gorgeous. I could see the outline of his abs on his thin torso. There was no better person that I could imagine spending my life with. God I loved him. Every single thing about him was perfect. 

"What?" He asked his face turning bright red. 

"You're not going to believe me. But you are so beautiful." I told him without shame. And I would continue to tell him until he believed it. 

"C-can you hand me my bag." He stuttered. 

I smiled and reached for his bag at the end of my bed. 

"These are all dirty." I told him with a smile. "You can wear something of mine."

"No they aren't." He protested.

I unzipped his bag and dumped his clothes into my hamper. 

"Harry," He began.

I opened my closet and pulled out a pair of grey sweats and a black sweater. 

I tossed him the pants and a pair of boxers. He rolled his eyes and went back into the bathroom to put them on. 

"Can I have my shirt?" He called. 

"Open the door." I said. 

He did and I let myself in. I passed him the sweater and watched in fascination as he put it on. 

"Your hair has really grown out." I told him, noticing that the blonde was just barely at the tips. 

He nodded as he studied himself in the mirror. I moved in closer to him and placed my hands on his hips. My stomach was turning with nerves. I was afraid that he would pull away but he didn't. I rested my chin on his shoulder and hugged him from behind. My lips found his neck and I kissed him lightly. He moved his head to allow me more access. I slid my tongue across his skin and he let out a quiet moan. I felt something in my lower stomach. It was a warm happy feeling. 

I traced my fingers over his chest. He turned around in my arms and leaned in towards me like he was about to kiss me. 

"Boys dinner is ready." My mum knocked. 

Niall dropped his hands from my shoulders and blushed like mad. I wanted to tell him once again that I loved him. 

"Come on." I said and started out the door. He caught up to me and wrapped his arm around my waist. My skin tingled where he touched me. 

Once we reached the kitchen he detached himself from me and sat down directly beside me. I made sure to scoot my chair closer to him. 

We are quickly and thanked my mum for everything. We decided to go to bed early.

15 minutes later we found ourselves in my bed, Niall to my right. 

"Harry." He asked. 

"Hmm?" I asked.

"Why do you have that picture of us?"

"That one?" I clarify nodding to the one on my bedside table.

"Yeah." 

"It's my favorite."

"Why?"

"Because you are so darn cute. Look at that little smile." I said. 

He cracked a smile and turned back to look at me his face only inches away. 

I took a chance and leaned into him, catching his bottom lip in my teeth. He moved closer and grabbed my face with both of his hands. I was literally on cloud nine. Our lips fit perfectly together. And it felt so good to be kissing someone that I was truly in love with. 

Just when I was about to pull away he rolled on top of me. One leg on either side of my hips. He attacked my neck with his lips. This new assertive side of him turned me on so hard. I was sure he could feel it. I pushed my hips into his and he let out a heavy gasp. He froze and pull away. 

"What? What's wrong?" I asked.

"I just, I've never kissed someone like that before." He told me.

I wanted to say the same but obviously I couldn't. 

"I've never felt the way I do about you with anyone." I told him. 

He was silent so I moved back in and kissed him again. 

I moved back and pulled him into my chest. He snuggled into my neck and tangled his legs between mine. 

"Goodnight Harry." He mumbled. 

"Night Niall. I love you." 

I felt him reach up and run his hands through my tight curls just before he fell asleep.

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