On your wings

Running away from home Is never easy. Especially if you don't know where you're going. She had to deal with her abusive parents. Her brother died in a crucial car crash on his way home from college. Leaving her alone in this already lonely world. In the midst of a fight with her mum, she decides to run. Run far away. Sometimes runnning away from your problems Is best. But then her whole world turns upside down and sideways when she meets a boy.


16. You're crazy!

~Alys P.O.V~

I woke up wrapped in Harrys arms, as usual. I felt an unbearing pain between my legs. I rolled from under Harrys grasp and strode into the bathroom. I closed the door, revealing the full-length mirror. I slid down my shorts, just a little. Their were bruises on my hips. I gasped in unbelievement. Did Harry do this? Or was it my clumsiness. Harry opened the door and I hiked up my shorts as if nothing happened.

"What were you looking at?" He said concerned.

"N-nothing." I stuttered.

He pulled me close to him and pulled my shorts down. His mouth instantly dropped into an 'o' shape.

"Did...Did I do that?" He backed away from me.

"No, no. I probably fell or something... You know how clumsy I am!" I tried to convince him he didn't bruise me.


He yelled at me. He's never yelled at me before. I didn't know what to do. I looked up from my hands and to his face. His jaw clenched with anger. He strode over to me, angrily and I stepped back, my back pressing into the wall. He came closer to me and I could feel his breathe in the crook of my neck.

"Don't you ever, lie to me again. Especially about some bullshit like that." He said through clenched teeth.

I was honestly scared. I was shaking. As he walked away from me his toned back muscles tensed with anger. I needed to aviod him until he calmed down. I washed up and grabbed my bathing suit, slipping it on. I walked out to the beachy area and sat in the sand. I drew down my sunglasses from my head and over my eyes. I laid back and decided to get a little tan. The sound of the waves crashing against the sand was pure bliss. Until I heard the door slam and Harry came my way. I was not ready to confront him yet, or even to have him confront me. He sat next to me in the sand. I held my eyes shut. I didn't want to see him.


He sounded calmed down. But I still wasn't ready. I didn't know what he had done to Matty when he told Niall to take me to the car, but from the sounds of it, it wasn't pretty. He had all the power in the world to do it to me too.

"Babe. Answer me. I know you're scared." He chucked slightly.

Did he really just laugh? What the fuck is going through his mind right now? is he mad?

"Are you fucking mad!?" I spat.

"You better-"

"No! You better listen to me! Do you think it's fucking funny that I'm scared shitless of you? Did that even cross your mind? You must be out of your god damn mind if you think I'm going to forgive you anytime soon for that little stunt you pulled back there!"

"You better watch what the fuck comes out of your little mouth, love." He stood up.

I ooked up at him. A great differences in our statures.

"You're fucking crazy! I can get out of this marraige as quick as I got into it!"

I instantly regretted the words I had hissed to Harry. His hand raised and lowered as I let our a whimper. Memories flooded back into my mind. I glanced at Harry as he lifted his hand once more. I pictured John. Tears were flowing uncontrollably.

"You're just like John!" I said between sobs and ran into the water. My words must have hit him like a ton of bricks. He stood. Frozen. He lowered his arm back down to his side as his facial expression fell into sorrow. I was only knee deep in water and Harry and I were staring at eachother. To think a night of bliss could fade into a day of horror in the matter of hours. My heart was beating rapidly as Harry made his way to me. My chest rose and fell insteadily.

"Babe, I'm sorry, I don't know what happened to me." 

He pulled me into a hug and his chest and it vibrated as he spoke to me.

"Y-your eyes, t-they were b-black. I-I felt l-like I didn't k-know you anym-more." I tried to say between sobs.

He pulled me closer to him and rested his head in the crook of my neck.

"I will never, ever, hurt you again. I hit you. I never shoudv'e done that. I laid my hands on you, you called me John..." His voice trailed off. "I understand if you never want to see me again."

I peeled myself from his chest and looked into his eyes. My face felt tired. I rested my hand on his cheek.

"You did hit me." I showed him the mark that would soon become a bruise. "I never shouldv'e called you John. I'm so sorry... I don't want to loose you. I'm sorry."

He pulled me back to his chest and kissed my hair. 

I cryed even harder when he did that, It all just ran through my mind. Me calling him John, Him behaving like John, Telling him I would divorce him.

"We're you serious about the divorce?" It was like he read my mind.

"No, but if you ever hit me again, I will be." I said sternly.

I would never let him hit me again. And if he did, I would be out the door. He gabbed my hand, brought it too his mouth and kissed it. He dragged me into the house with him. I had changed into some gym shorts and a t-shirt. I threw my hair up into a messy bun and walked into the living room. Harry was already sitting on the couch, sprawled out. I walked over to him and hesitantly laid between his legs. I still hadn't fully forgave him for what he did. He wrapped his legs around me, trapping me in them. Then he wrapped his arms around me and kissed behind my ear. I giggled twisted my body so we were chest to chest. I brought my face to his and lightly kissed him on the lips. He made me so mad sometimes. But his angelic looks drew me to him. I turned to the T.v and he was watching football. Ugh, I can't stand this crap. I got up and walked into the kitchen. I was hungry. I haven't eaten all day at it was nearing 3. I grabbed some chips from the cubbard and headed back over to Harry. I opened the bag and sat betweeh Harrys legs again.

"I can't stand this anymore."

I grabbed the remote and changed the channel. If their was anything I hated, it was football. I switched through the channels and decided we were going to watch something girly. He made me watch football for a good hour, so we were going to watch Mean Girls.

"Ugh! I hate this movie!"

I dropped the chips. It felt like a dagger just went through my heart.


"Well, I'm not a female, so I can hate it all I want."


"I'm not talking to you anymore." And I walked into our room. He followed suit, hot on my trail. He ran up behind me and tackled me onto the bed. His chest was pressed against my back.

"Heeey! Get your little 'friend' off my leg. I made air-quotes. 

"Sorry, he just gets a little excited, when he's around someone as beautiful as my wife here."

I gigled at the thought of me being his wife. It was a beautiful thought.

"Wife." I repeated.

I could feel his smile on the back of my neck as he kissed it gently. He rolled of my back and I snuggled up to him. I intertwined my legs with his and lazily threw my arm over him. He cupped me in his muscular arms. I gently kissed him on the cheek and laid my head on his chest. We stayed up talking about everything and anything. I couldn't ask for anything more right now.

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