The Dangers of Falling. AU

Amelia Shades has been running from her past for awhile, and never looked back. But while running, she runs into the dashing Harry Styles. He's charming, arrogant, cheeky, and nosy; four of the things she hates. But she feels a certain tug towards him; one that makes her want to lose her nomad streak. Can Harry save her, or is she too far gone?


9. You Don't Know What You're Running Away From.

A shirtless Jayden was straddling a shirtless pale guy with bright white hair, and they were kissing heatedly. I slapped my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing as Jayden tried to get off the guy when she saw us, and ended up falling on the floor. She pulled her shirt on quickly, trying to pat down her hair, as did the pale guy. They were both bright red.

"Harry. Uh, you were supposed to be out with Amelia. And why are you holding a dog?" Jayden said nervously.

"The actual question is, are you really that desperate?" Jayden's jaw dropped, as did mine as I stared at Harry. "Get out." he directed to the guy. The guy said nothing, but made a quick escape out the front door.

"Eric, wait!" Jayden shouted, but the door slammed shut. She stood up, glaring at Harry. "I can't believe you." she shoved at Harry, and I caught Harry as he stumbled backwards slightly. I didn't know she was that strong.

"Hey, watch the dog!" Harry shouted, handing Georgie over to me.

"You don't even like dogs, you're a cat person." she hissed. "But I guess you wanted to impress, huh?" she looked at me. Harry's face was red, with embarrassment or just a blush I wasn't sure.

"Yeah, well at least I impress with my personality, not with taking my clothes off." Jayden's hand flew out, and left a bright red mark on Harry's cheek.

"You are such a fucking hypocrite! Don't even try to act like you're above me on this. You used to bring home a different girl every night, and at least I don't need to be high or drunk to have sex. Bet you didn't know that, right Amelia? He's not the guy you think he is." Harry was silent. Then, he turned and stormed up the stairs. Jayden's face fell slightly as she looked after him. I stood silently against the wall, rocking Georgie in my arms for something to do. I was stunned. Jayden looked at me for a moment.

"I'm sorry about that. I've gotta get out of here. Would you mind talking to him? When he gets like that he needs to talk to someone. Oh, and hug him. The tightness of the hug helps him breathe better, as oxymoron as that sounds. I'll see you later." She squeezed my arm, grabbed her jacket, and was out the door before I could respond. I sat Georgie down carefully, and he went sniffing around the living room. I could only pray he wouldn't leave a surprise for me when I got back. I took the stairs two at a time, hearing the sound of crashing objects.


"Harry?" I called out. His room was on the opposite hallway of mine. I had never been in his room. I knocked quietly, and the crashing stopped for a moment. There was silence.

"Normally I would never ask you of this, but please leave me alone." Harry's voice was right on the other side of the door. I slid down this side of the door, leaning my head against it.

"I'm not leaving you to destroy your room." I murmured, staring blankly at the wall.

"It's my room, I can destroy it if I like."

"Well, I'll sit here while you destroy it. I'm not leaving you." I responded, rolling my eyes at his childish attitude. It was silent for awhile, and I could vaguely hear Harry's breathing. I was about to get up, because I thought he had fell asleep, when the door swung open. I fell back, my back hitting the floor with a thud.

"Ouch." I glared at Harry as the corner of his lips turned up in a small smile. He frowned again.

"Why are you still sitting out there?"

"Because I told you I wasn't leaving." Harry stared at me blankly, his eyebrows furrowing. I stepped forward, embracing Harry in a hug. I hugged tightly, and didn't pull away even though he didn't hug me back. I kept hugging, and after a few long minutes Harry's arms wrapped around me and buried his head into my shoulder. A wetness seeped into my shirt. He was crying. I rubbed his back slowly, puzzled at to the reason why.

"It's okay." I shushed, and Harry pushed me away, standing back. He wiped his eyes quickly, glaring at me.

"I'm not telling you anything about what Jayden meant." he snapped.

"I wasn't asking you to. You don't have to tell me anything, Harry, unless you want to." I whispered, and I felt this pain blooming in my chest. He didn't trust me. But then again, that's probably how Harry felt when I wouldn't tell him. I wouldn't force him. He could tell me when he wanted to, although it was a bit clear to me what Jayden was talking about.

"I'm not. Look, I'm tired." Harry motioned toward the door, and I took that as my signal to leave. I didn't move. He crawled into bed, and I waited until he was settled. His eyes closed, and I crawled onto the bed hesitantly. I didn't want to leave him alone, after what Jayden said. I laid on the end of the bed, keeping my distance from Harry. His eyes opened at the sinking weight, and he stared at me with narrowed eyes.

"What are you doing?" he sighed.

"Go to sleep." I responded, ignoring his question. I watched quietly as he closed his eyes and slowly drifted off.

Harry looked different with his eyes closed; he looked smaller, gentler. Not as rough around the edges. He was peaceful as he slept. The curve of his pouted lip, the soft furrow of his eyebrows as if he were concentrating on his dream were very intriguing. A whining from the floor brought me out of my trance of admiring Harry, and I glanced back to see Georgie pawing at the mattress. He cocked his head to the side, looking at me with his sad eyes. I carefully tugged him up onto the bed, and he settled right between Harry and I. I smiled, letting out a small yawn.


Georgie awoke me with a cuddle and a whine, and I peeked out to see him lay across my tummy. He stared innocently at me, and I smiled sleepily.

"Hi." A voice murmured, and I jumped, turning to see Harry right beside me. He was closer than how we were when we first fell asleep. Our arms were almost touching.

"Hey." I murmured back. He stared quietly, his eyes flickering from Georgie to my face.

"Yours scratches look better. I don't think they'll scar." He reached out a hand, his fingertips brushing over the scratches. I shivered slightly. He traced up my neck, his hand cupping my face. His thumb brushed over my cheekbone.

"Thank you for staying with me."

"I-I told you I wasn't leaving." I whispered.

"You normally run away from things. I wasn't so sure." I let out a big sigh as his hand moved to my hair, running his fingers through it.

"Yeah, I know. It's just, even when you were pushing me away, I didn't want to leave you alone. I don't know why." Harry stared at me curiously, before removing his hand and laying flat on his back.

"I used to be a bad person."

"Harry, don't."

"No, you need to know."

"Not now I don't." I grasped Harry's chin and forced him to look at me. "I know you aren't ready to tell me. I don't want you to force yourself, okay? Just let it come out whenever you're comfortable." His eyes searched mine, as if looking for something that would indicate I was lying. But he found nothing but endearment. I checked my watch, seeing the time was now three o'clock in the afternoon. It seemed as if we had slept the day away, but only for a few hours.

"Um, I have to get ready for work. You don't mind watching Georgie, do you?" I hurriedly stood up.

"No, of course not." Georgie waddled over to Harry, stretching out beside him. I nodded, heading to the door.


"Yes?" I turned, leaning against the side of the door. Harry sat up.

"Would you," Harry hesitated, looking down at his hands, "Would you maybe... erm, want to go out sometime?" It felt as if my heart stopped for a moment, and then I took in a gasp of air.

"Yes." I said immediately, a slight blush tinting my cheeks as I quickly fled the room. I heard Harry chuckle.

When I made it to work, five minutes before my shift started as usual, I couldn't stop thinking about Harry. Did he mean go out as friends? Like a 'go grab a beer after work' thing? Or a 'date' date where we dressed nice and went to a restaurant? Or maybe he meant a casual fling where we went to a coffee shop and talked? I sat behind the bar, leaning my head against my hand. My head was pounding, and although I had a nap, I was exhausted.

"You look sick." Mia came behind the counter, resting a hand on my shoulder.

"No, just tired. And overthinking." I blurted out.

"Overthinking what?" Mia asked innocently, making herself busy as she wiped off the counter.

"Um, nothing." I hurried over to see if my customers needed anything. Mia stared after me weirdly. I knew she was going to corner me as soon as I was free, so my entire shift I made myself as busy as can be. I poured my customers extra drinks, I scrubbed the floors, and John even let me help out in the kitchen by washing dishes. I didn't want to stop being busy; because if I stopped I would think about Harry, and that was stressing me out. Rebecca didn't even have a complaint on me today. She just watched me run around with a slightly smug grin.

Too soon, it was closing hours and I was helping John flip pancakes for the crew; apparently it was a 'tradition' to make pancakes after hours on Sunday's. Peter was washing up the extra dishes.

"It's all in the wrist. You have to kinda flip it like..." John's arm came around me, his hand grasping my wrist. The pancake flew into the air, and John flicked my wrist back so the pancake landed back into the pan. I squealed in happiness.

"You sir, are brilliant." I laughed, as he flipped another pancake, spun, and the pancake landed right in the pan. John was a nice guy; and an excellent chef. This place was lucky to have him, and Peter as well.

"You seemed sad today. What's got you down?" John asked, thanking Peter as he sat down a plate to put the pancakes on.

"Um, nothing really." I responded, tossing my pancake into the air. It landed slightly out of my pan, but I wasn't going to complain.

"Liar." John drew out the word in a sing-song voice.

"You remember the guy Harry that I mentioned?"

"Ah, yes. The crush that is not a crush." I smacked John's arm as he laughed.

"Well... Earlier he asked me if I wanted to go out sometime. I have no clue what that means. I don't know if he means as friends, or as a romantic date, or a casual friends-going-to-date date." I sighed, piling pancakes onto the plate.

"Ah, I see. Have you ever been on a date?"

"I-uh, no." I responded sheepishly.

"Get out. Are you serious?" John gasped, almost losing his pancake.

"No. I've kissed people, and had flings where we've hung out, but no guy has actually asked me on a date."

"That really surprises me. You're beautiful, guys should be knocking down your door." John smiled kindly at me, and my cheeks were burning.

"Thanks. But seriously, I have no clue what I'm doing. I don't even know when our 'date' is." I sighed, and helped John put the last of the pancakes onto a plate.

"Amelia! Harry's here!" Ian called out, and John and I both glanced at each other, before rushing out of the kitchen. Harry was dressed nicely, his coat thrown on and his hair styled. He smiled brightly when he saw me. Ian winked at me from behind him.

"Ready for our date?" Harry asked. Mia gasped as she looked at me, Rebecca was gawking at Harry, and Ian was smirking.

"Guess you have your answer of when." John chuckled in my ear as I hurriedly tried to wipe pancake batter off of my face.

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