Runaway. [With One Direction]

Chapter 12 - Now I'm lying on the cold hard ground

'So..you..weren't..kidding..about..the..three..hour..walk.'

I get out, with difficulty. We have been walking for two hours now, up this giant hill, in the middle of a forest. Liam, who is walking beside me huffs.

'Yeah. I tell them every time I'm not coming along, but every single time they get me to go. I mean, the few is pretty, but we have a car too. Why a three hour walk?'

I immediately stop walking.

'Car? We are walking while we could have taken the car?'

I hate those guys. Walking in the cold for three hours is no fun.

'No way your going back now, we're almost there.'

Liam puts his hand on my back, pushing me gently. Niall who was walking in front, runs up to us.

'Claire! The guys think I can't give you a piggy ride 'cause they say I'm not that strong.'

I raise my eyebrows.
'Are they saying I'm too fat?'

I know they didn't mean that, but I really wanted to see their reaction.

'What?! No! No we didn't mean it that way!' Louis says, also stopping with walking.

I pretend to wipe a tear away.

'I knew it! I always had body issues.'

Which was true, but they didn't needed to know that.

'I'm so sorry Claire. I'm sure they didn't mean it.'

Liam says, giving the other guys a death stare. I can't hold myself anymore and laugh out loud. Harry and Ed were now nowhere to be found. They probably didn't know what was going on.

'You guys are to sensitive! Catch me!' I say, jumping on Niall's back.

I see the guys look at me a bit unsure, but smile a bit fake. I went a bit far perhaps. And I hated being that person. But I really had to. Niall on the other hand, didn't seem to notice anything at all. With me on his back, he runs up the hill, towards Harry and Ed.

'You are really strong Niall.' I say, supporting him.

'Well..' He says, out of breath.

I laugh, but quickly gripping a bit tighter around his neck when he almost falls.

'Niall! Don't you dare to drop me!'

He laughs, looking back at me. 'Why would you think that?'

Just at that moment, Niall falls over a rock or something, and we both fall on the ground. We roll a bit down the hill again till we fall against a tree. And Niall rolls on top on me. I feel a pain go through my ankle.

'That's why.' I say, laughing weakly.

I push Niall of me and stand up. My ankle really did hurt, but I pretended I was fine and help Niall up. Niall laughs too.

'I guess I'm really not that strong.'

Then his laugh disappears when he looks at my face.

'I'm really sorry Claire. Are you okay?' He asks worried.

I guess you could read the pain from my face.

'I'm fine. No worries.' I laugh off.

The other guys run op to us. 'Are you guys alright?'

Harry get's here the as last.
'What happened?' He asks, confused.

'I'm really sorry Claire. I didn't mend to hurt you.' Niall repeats.

How did he know? Harry steps closer, taking my head in his hands. Or faces were now really close, and I needed to keep myself from looking into his green eyes. What was happening to me. He carefully touches my cheek, just beneath my eye. I feel my skin burn a bit. I gasp.

'It's a scratch. It's not that bad.' Harry tells me, and our eyes finally meet.

So that's why the guys looked all worried. A scratch. I hadn't even felt that.

I lose myself from Harry's grip, and looking away.

'I'm fine guys really. I look back at Niall.

'Are you sure your fine?' I ask him.

'Yeah,' he says, 'but I fell on top of you.'

'Well glad I could work for a pillow.' I laugh of.

'Don't we need to hurry or something? The sun is setting you guys! We need to hurry!' Ed takes Niall with him, winking at me. 'I'll take this troublemaker before he starts hurting more people.'

I smile at him, thankfully. Now Niall won't be apologizing the whole way to me. All the guys start walking after Ed and Niall, but Harry stays where he were. Which was really close to me. I take a step back, but immediately regret it when I feel the pain in my ankle. Thankfully, Harry didn't seem to notice.

'I believe you get yourself in trouble a lot, don't you?' He says, not really like a question.

'It wasn't my idea.' I defend myself. 'It was probably Louis his idea.'

Louis, who was still close enough to hear us, sticks out his tong at me.

I bravely take a few small steps. I bite my lip. Why oh why. Harry turns around, walking next to me in a way to fast tempo. I try to keep up, but the pain was really the worst. I wish I could take a look at it and see what was wrong, but if I would the guys would know something was up.

'You sure your alright?' Harry asks.

I take another few steps, so I was standing next to him and hold him by his arm. I turn around, seeing we only walked something like few metres. I take a deep breath, finally looking down at my leg. My jeans was ripped, and the fabric was turn red, sticking my skin. I feel my head getting lighter.

'Claire! Your bleeding!' Harry gasps, quickly kneeling down to look at it.

He rips the fabric of, no chance of fixing that I guess. It was a pretty deep cut, from my ankle to almost my knee.

'Don't tell me you didn't notice this.' Harry mutters.

'I thought I could walk it of.' I reply, and I know it sounds unbelievable as soon as it's out of my mouth.

'Yeah sure.' Harry replies sarcastic and I roll my eyes.

'I'm fine. Really. I just don't walk that fast, that's all.'

Harry shakes his head, and takes of his coat, and then his sweater. First I don't know what he's doing, but then I realize.

'Don't do that Ha-'

But it's too late, as Harry also takes of his t-shirt and rips the white fabric. He was now shirtless, in the October cold. I sit down, as the pain goes worst and I still feel light headed. Harry carefully wraps the fabric around my ankle. It stings a bit, but according to harry, it's needed to stop the bleeding. When he's done, it actually looks like a doctor could have done it. Harry picks up his sweater and coat, and puts them on again.

'Thank you.' I say a bit silence.

Harry nods, helping me up.

'Please inform me faster next time.' He says, a bit annoyed, making me roll my eyes at him.

'Fine. I really didn't know thought.'

Harry turns around, kneeling, so I could jump on his back.

'No way.' I say. 'I already felt once today, I'm not doing that again.'

Harry turns around, and I can see the impatiens in his face.

'I won't drop you Claire. Now please, jump on my back or we'll be too late.'

I groan but do as he says. After a few minutes I break.

'It's true.' I say, almost whispering.

'What is?' Harry asks confused.

'I get myself in a lot of trouble. All the time. But most of all, the people around me.'