Run

“I dream of leaving and never looking back. But it’s impossible.” “Then take my hand and we’ll run together.” Rosalie Brookes is running. She’s always running, that’s all she does. She’s lost, running from her deepest and darkest nightmares. The creature within her, its claws tight in her heart, has made her kill everyone she loves. Since watching her mother being murdered through her five year old eyes she’s had a secret. But she’s about to reveal her secret for the first time. To the man that saved her the night she was running. Harry’s lost. He’s always lost. He’s lost everyone and needs to care for someone to make him complete. His twisted past of drinking and drugs is forgotten about. He’s escaped his problems and now wants to help Rosalie do the same. Someone will bring their messed up worlds together. They have a lot more in common than they think. And that may save their lives one day. *** This is the second version of this story I've made so enjoy!

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50. I Hate You

I stretched out across the sofa, silently watching Harry buttering a piece of toast for himself. As usual he sang softly to himself, the lyrics recognisable this time.

“Nothing can come between, you and I.”

A warm smile played on my lips, my hands crossed behind my head. I let my gaze drift upwards, staring at the ceiling as I hummed along with the lyrics.

“Budge up.”

My eyes shot open. Harry was stood over me wearing a cheeky grin, holding a plate with a piece of toast on it. I lifted my torso from the sofa, Harry collapsing down onto the cushions. I quickly lowered myself back down, my head resting in his lap. I grinned up at him. He returned it with a smile, revealing a mouthful of bread to me. I laughed at him before hitting him.

“We rarely have these moments,” I finally said, taking his hand to fiddle with his slim fingers. A sad smile adorned my lips as Harry swallowed the final bite of bread.

“What do you mean?” he asked, wiping the corners of his mouth with the back of his spare hand.

“We don’t have much time together anymore,” I mumbled. “What with your boxing lessons and…other things,” I ended, not wishing to get into another argument about his strange whereabouts these past few days. I was just grateful we had the whole day together for once.

“I know, Rosie,” Harry comforted, letting his fingers play with my hair. “I’ve just been a bit busy lately, that’s all.”

I nodded solemnly, taking my bottom lip between my teeth. Silence surrounded us once more, long sighs failing through Harry’s lips.

“I’ve brought so much stress into your life, haven’t I?” I asked, my gaze shifting up to meet Harry’s. “What with my abilities and Samuel and everything.”

“Have you seen him recently?” he quickly asked, his hand growing still in my hair. He put on a false smile as I gazed up at him in confusion. Why was he asking me that?

“Um, well something happened yesterday actually,” I mumbled, Harry’s smile fading with my words. I told him everything that happened, that Samuel must have brought Niall, Zayn and Liam back to life to hurt me. I didn’t like adding more worries to Harry’s already long list, but I thought he ought to know.

“And I wasn’t here,” Harry finally mumbled once a long pause followed my explanations. “You got attacked and I wasn’t here to save you.”

He stared ahead of him, tears slowly gathering in his eyes. I cursed myself in my head, wishing I hadn’t of said anything.

“Harry, don’t blame yourself. You didn’t know it was gonna happen.”

He didn’t seem to be taking in what I was saying, his expression blank, cheeks pale. My upper body rose from the sofa, trying to get Harry’s attention, tears trickling down his cheeks. But he wasn’t listening, his body growing stiff on the sofa.

“Let’s go to bed,” Harry barely murmured.

He swiftly took my hand in his, tugging me up from the sofa. He marched me into the bedroom, rummaging roughly through a drawer.

“Harry…” I spoke cautiously, approaching his tense body. But he spun around before I could touch him, thrusting a pair of pyjama bottoms into my chest.

“Get dressed, Rosie. I’ll just be outside.”

He quickly marched around me, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He typed madly on the screen before pressing it to his ear. The door slammed after him just as he spoke down the phone, his voice cut off abruptly. My heart sank in my chest as I was left alone again.

I slowly striped off, tugging up Harry’s clean pyjama bottoms. I hugged my chest as I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Harry’s voice was faint outside the door, metal clashing suddenly in the kitchen.

I sulked over to the bed, my gaze never shifting from the door. I slipped under the covers, waiting impatiently for Harry to return so we could continue our night together. I pulled the duvet up to my chin, Harry’s voice stern outside.

After a few minutes, Harry’s head popped around the door, his phone clutched tightly in his hand on the door. He put on a sweet smile, making my heart sink in my chest.

“Louis has just told me the boxing club’s been broken into. He says nothing’s been taken, but the door is damaged. I’d better go down there to see what’s happened.”

He was lying through his teeth again. I could tell. The left corner of his mouth always twitched when he lied to me. I stared over to him, noticing the pair of converse now on his feet. But I wasn’t going to let him go. I was fed up of him disappearing whenever I needed him.

“Stay for a bit, Harry,” I pleaded, pulling back the covers. “Please. I’m sure Louis can sort it out at the club.”

Harry glanced over his shoulder before staring down at the lit up screen of his phone.

“I really can’t, Rosie,” he spoke quickly. “You know how fucking unreliable Louis is. Look, I’ll be back later, okay?”

He shuffled uncomfortably at the door, waiting for my response. But I refused to give him one. I fixed my eyes onto his fidgety body in the doorway, staring intently over to him. I felt tears prick the back of my eyes, my emotions threatening to spill at the thought of another night sleeping on my own in this large bed.

“Harry, I’ve rarely had a chance to sleep in your arms these past few days,” I muttered quietly. “Please stay.”

I watched Harry’s tense form gradually relax, finally giving into my pleading.

“Fine,” he sighed, slowly approaching me.

I smiled as he slipped under the covers beside me, lying on his back. I got comfortable around him, resting my head onto his muscled chest. I pulled the covers further up over us, snuggling into Harry’s warm, still fully clothed body. He finally relaxed into me, wrapping his arms around my body. He lightly kissed the top of my head, his body relaxing under the covers with me.

“Thank you,” I muttered, craning my head up to gaze at him. His eyes opened, head tilting down to smile weakly at me.

“I love you, Rosie. Never forget that.”

His statement shocked me, Harry’s voice quivering slightly as he spoke. Tears formed in Harry’s eyes, but he smiled through them nonetheless.

“I won’t,” I whispered.

I rested my head back down on his chest, hearing Harry’s heart pound madly in his chest. I nuzzled my cheek into his soft shirt, trying to calm him. I let out a long sigh before my eyes fell closed. But however tired I felt, my body refused to sleep. I snuggled closer to Harry, squeezing my eyes shut. I was exhausted, but I couldn’t sleep.

After several minutes, I felt Harry shift awkwardly under me. I remained still as light shone down to us, Harry checking his phone. A long sigh escaped his lips before he put the phone back down.

“Rosie,” he whispered.

I stayed silent, pretending I was asleep.

“Rosie, are you awake?”

I mumbled irritably, keeping my eyes shut. Harry held his breath as she slowly slid out from under me. I kept with the act, sinking into the bed groggily. Harry rose from the bed, light from what I assumed was his phone brightening up the room again. I remained unmoving, still Harry’s staring down at me. I kept my face in Harry’s pillow, not wanting to get caught being awake.

“I’m doing this because I love you, Rosie,” Harry suddenly whispered. “I hope one day you’ll understand.”

Seconds later the bedroom door clicked shut, scuffles emanating from the living room. I quickly sat up in bed, reciting Harry’s words in my head. They broke my heart. That’s when I heard Harry’s raspy voice from outside the door, his tone irritated.

“Alright, I’ll be there in a minute. Yeah, I know I’m late. There was something I had to do…”

I shook my head in the darkness, feeling a heavy pressure behind my eyes.

“Fucking hell, calm down. I’ll be there soon. Jesus Christ!”

The call must have been cut off, an angry grunt forced from Harry. More muffled noises came from the other side of the door, an idea forming in my mind. Before I could think it through, I jumped out of bed, quickly shoving on an old pair of Harry’s jeans and a shirt. As my shaking hands were fumbling with the shirt buttons, the front door slammed shut. I finished the buttons and quickly made my way out of the flat. I heard quick footsteps running down the stairs of the block, mine quickly following. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. But to be honest I don’t have a choice anymore. I have to find out what’s going on with Harry.

I kept a short distance between me and Harry as he marched down the street. I darted into nearby alleyways and behind objects whenever his head turned around. My heart raced wildly behind my ribs, close to exploding out of my chest. My body shook as we neared the darker side of town. Maybe I didn’t want to know where Harry was going, too scared that I’d witness something horrific. But I forced myself to continue after him. I couldn’t take the mystery anymore.

Suddenly Harry darted into an alleyway on his right, a deep voice echoing out into the street soon after. I silently ran down the pavement, crouching down behind a bin next to the alleyway. Hidden between the bin and a wall, I poked my head into the alleyway, ignoring the horrific stench of the waste around me.

Harry and a tall woman both stood in the middle of the alleyway, low words shared between them. Harry’s hands were deep in his pockets, leaning into the woman to hear what he had to say. Again, the intimacy was too close for my liking, fury building up inside of me.

Suddenly the woman reached out, slipping her fingers into Harry’s belt loops, forcing Harry closer to her suddenly.

“Kiss me,” she growled into Harry’s face.

Harry tried resisting, pushing against the woman’s hips, but it only got her angrier.

“Kiss me or you won’t get what you really came for tonight.”

A wave of shock painfully crashed through me as the woman edged her face closer to Harry’s, a smirk plastered on her lips. Harry squeezed his eyes shut, scrunching up his nose as the woman pressed her full lips against Harry’s. She was quite a bit taller than him, her dark hair pulled over one shoulder. She wore a tight leopard print dress finishing just under her bum, the tight material of the dress emphasising her chest. She pressed her large chest tight against Harry’s as she smirked into the kiss, knowing she was in control. My stomach churned painfully, tears blurring my vision as I watched my boyfriend kiss another woman.

The woman suddenly pulled her fingers out of Harry’s belt loops and forced him against the wall behind. The woman’s lips moved faster, more passionate against Harry’s. He was crushed against the wall so he could barely move.

Suddenly the woman pulled back from kiss, her eyebrows furrowed as anger spread over her pouted face.

“Don’t make me angry,” she spat into Harry’s face. “Join in.”

Harry scrunched his face up, closing his eyes again. She forced her mouth back over Harry’s, pinning his wrists to the wall either side of his head. I watched as Harry slowly moved his lips against the woman’s, relaxing his body slightly. The woman grinned against Harry’s lips before letting go of his wrists, pressing her hands into the wall either side of Harry’s head, showing Harry there was no escape.

“Good boy,” the woman groaned against Harry’s lips, letting her hands wander down his sides. She ran her slim fingers over Harry’s abs covered by his shirt, her tongue still down his throat. The woman moaned softly as she curled her fingers under Harry’s shirt, trying to pull it up. She exposed Harry’s v-lines, grinning widely as she pulled his shirt higher. My heart ached with every beat it took. Surely what Harry had come here for wasn’t needed as much to go this far. Anger coursed through me as Harry obeyed what this woman wanted him to do, letting her use him like this.

I finally tore my eyes away from this horrendous sight and sped away before I could witness any more. My anger built up my speed, my legs running faster than they ever have done. I knew when I was angry I let my abilities take over. I ran faster down the street, hearing that woman’s moan ringing in my ears. I tried focusing on my running, not wanting to picture what was happening right now.

Harry’s POV:

I shuddered, her large hands slowly tugging up my shirt. She laughed against my lips, kissing me harshly as she took control. Her touch sent sharp daggers down my spine, her mouth hot over mine as she groaned deeply into my mouth. But with every second my mind kept flickering to Rosie and what she would say if she saw me like this. I couldn’t take it anymore.

I suddenly pulled back, shoving Zoe away from me. My shirt fell back down, covering my skin again.

“You said just a kiss,” I hissed angrily, flattening my shirt down as if wiping the evidence away. “Now give me what I want.”

I strode forward, never looking away from Zoe’s furious eyes. I outstretched my arm, gesturing her to give me what I really came here for. Zoe glared at me for several seconds, her lips pursed, but she finally reached into her bra, pulling out what I wanted. She slapped the piece of paper into my hand angrily. As soon as I closed my fist around it, Zoe shoved me back up against the wall, crushing my body again.

“You’ll regret this, Styles,” she growled, running her sharp fingernail down my cheek, but I stayed calm, returning her stare. I’ve got what I wanted now. That’s what matters. Zoe eventually stepped back, pushing my head away as she did so. I shoved the piece of paper deep into my pocket before pushing myself back off of the wall, darting out of the alleyway and back to the flat before Rosie realised I was missing.

Rosalie’s POV:

I slammed the front door shut, looking around the flat for something, anything that I could hit. Fury ran through my body, my head throbbing as my muscles ripped. I screamed out angrily, pulling my arm back and slamming my fist into the wall by the door. Pain suddenly shot up my arm, but as usual no blood ran out of my body. That just got me angrier. I wanted to be normal, bleed like everyone else, feel pain for weeks rather than minutes before I healed again. I took another blow to the wall, making a small dent in it. But it wasn’t enough. I spun around, storming over to the table and throwing the vase of flowers across the room. It smashed into the cabinet, the flowers just laying limp on the floor. Without even thinking, my arms flipped the table over, the loud crash sending adrenaline through my body. I could hear Harry’s voice in my head.

“Keep it under control, Rosie. Don’t let it win.”

But that just made me want to break more things. I marched around the sofa and pushed the TV off of the stand. I grinned, my muscles burning inside of me. It hurt, but I wanted it to. So many things were spinning around inside my head: Harry with that woman, me being this beast, Samuel constantly controlling my life. That’s when I went mad, smashing anything I could get my hands on. I don’t really remembered what happened; I just let the beast take control.

As I stood in the middle of the living room, my chest heaving with anger, eyes taking in the mess of the flat, I felt my body begin to break down. I collapsed onto my knees beside the upturned sofa. Burying my face in my hands, I screamed out, letting the remainder of my anger escape verbally. I’d smashed everything Harry and I owned. But there was one thing left Harry owned that I wanted to destroy. My heart. But I couldn’t. I’d have to go forever knowing that Harry had betrayed me.

I soon heard the outer door of the block of flats slam shut. Harry was back. I scrambled up to my feet and lunged over to the door, locking it quickly and doing up the chain on the door. I pressed my back tight up against the wood, not wanting to see Harry. I heard him turn the handle, trying to push the door open, but I stopped him.

“Rosie, is that you?” he asked through the door, so casually as if he hadn’t gone out just to kiss another woman.

“Fuck off, Harry,” I growled back, forcing back the urge to hit something.

“Rosie?” he asked worriedly, trying the door handle again. “What’s happened? Are you okay?” The pure concern in his voice made me want to open the door and have him hold me in his arms. But that picture, that horrible picture of him kissing another woman made my stomach churn.

“I saw you, Harry,” I muttered. I could feel my powers slowly drain out of me, my muscles feeling weak, lazy. “I saw you.”

Harry stayed silent behind the door. I sunk down the door, sitting heavily on the carpet. Silence grew thick between us as I pulled my legs to my chest, suddenly feeling so alone all over again.

“I’m sorry,” Harry eventually muttered through the door. “Just let me in so I can explain…”

“I trusted you,” I sobbed, tears running down my face. My heart ached so much it pained each breath I took.

“I know, Rosie, and I’m really sorry…”

“Go,” I muttered back. I wrapped my arms around my legs, resting my chin on my knees.

“Please, Rosie…” he sobbed. The pain in his voice made me wince, but it didn’t bring back the trust I once had in him. He’s broken it and I never want to see him again.

“I hate you!” I spat back. “I never want to see you again. I’ll pack my bags in the morning and I’ll be gone from here, from you. For good.”

“Don’t, Rosie. I love you,” he wept.

“And I loved you once, Harry,” I replied coldly, trying to stop my voice from shaking. I stayed silent, not being able to say anything else without breaking down. I heard Harry sniff, breathing out shakily before he finally shuffled away. I buried my head into my knees, finally letting out what I had bottled up these last few minutes. I was alone all over again.

And that broke me.

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