Dancing Away With My Heart

What happens when bad boy, Harry Styles and Zayn Malik, the quiet one, falls for the most innocent girl in school...Bethany? Will she stop running or will she run faster? *Includes alcohol, sex, references/actions of self-harm, and cursing*


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I bolted through the crowd backstage, pushing through people hoping that he wouldn’t find me. I was panting and sweating by the time I reached the back door. I pushed it open and landed in an alley way. I knew my lipstick was gone from how much I was licking my lips and my makeup was smearing from my sweating. My feet felt every tiny pebble beneath them as I ran since I was still only in black ballet flats.

“Did you really think you could get away that easily?” I screamed as I felt a strong hand grab my arm, yanking me to him.

“Let me go, Uncle G.” I demanded, struggling against his grip on me. He smirked and started laughing.

“I can’t do that. We have unfinished business.”

“NO!” I screeched, kneeing him in the balls. He grunted and hunched over as I ran away. I felt tears against my eyes as I ran.

“GET IN!” I looked up and saw Harry next to me in his car. I jumped in and Harry floored it away as we saw my Uncle hot wire a car to come after me. “Where are we going?” Harry asked, as we were going at least 40 over the speed limit.

“The train station.” I whispered. Harry was silent as he sped there. We were there in five minutes, and he ran inside with me and paid for my ticket. “Harry…” I whispered before I walked to the platform.

“Yeah?” He stopped, turning to look at me. I ran up to him and kissed him passionately. He was surprised but I didn’t care; I had to do it.

“I’ve always liked you…I just couldn’t let you stop me.” I whispered as I pulled away.

“I love you…” Harry whispered. I bit my lip and looked up at him through my tear filled eyes.

“Run away with me.” Without hesitation, Harry bought himself a ticket and we ran to catch the first train to Romania. As we were riding away, I saw my Uncle run onto the platform but he didn’t see me since Harry and I hid under some seats. He angrily threw his suitcase, causing people to stare. I could tell he was angrily cursing when we realized I was gone. I was safe…for now anyway.

“So now what?” Harry asked as the train went on.

“Well…we smash our phones and get burn phones; that’s first once we get to Romania. After that…we get to sleep on the streets for awhile until it’s time to move on.”

“As long as I’m with you…” Harry whispered, kissing my cheek. I smiled and leaned my head on his shoulder, falling into a peaceful sleep for the first time in years.  

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