Through The Dark

Harry Styles, the typical bad boy, the usual culprit and the regular offender, is Clarity Harper’s best friend; and she wouldn't have it any other way. She watched him grow from an innocent little boy to the tattooed, pierced, womanizer he is today, but maybe it’s time to tame him. However; Clarity underestimates how hard this could be and they find themselves falling, and possibly breaking. But in the end, will they find their way Through The Dark, or will Clarity herself be the one that needs saving?


9. Chapter 9 - Run


“Mum” I say into the phone as I frantically enter Laines messy car. “Mum we found him, he’s okay, I think.”

I sigh and hope she’ll check her voicemail before Harry’s dad gets too worried, not that it would worry him at all really.

“I can’t believe they didn’t tell me!” I yell in anger and I call Liam but he doesn’t pick up. I text him and say I know and I’m going to the hospital and that if he ever wants to speak to me again he batter be there to explain.

We arrive at the hospital and I jump out of the car and practically sprint to the front desk,

“Harry Styles, he’s here?” I ask and she searches the name and nods.

“Down the hall to the right room 7.” I nod and run, I run as fast as my feet could possibly take me; I open the door and nearly stop breathing myself. My hand covers my mouth in shock and I start to shake, the tears come yet again and I run over to his bed.

I stroke the hair away from his eyes and they flutter open and I breathe in relief as I wrap my arms around him, not caring if he wants me here or not, not caring if he’s furious with me, but I’m not leaving, I’m never leaving.

“Clarity.” He breathes into my ear and I pull away to look at him, “I thought you weren’t going to come.” He uses the button on the side of the bed to prop himself up as I reluctantly pull away and slide onto the side of the uncomfortable mattress.

“What do you mean I had no idea-”

“Clarity you need to get out of here!” Zayn booms from the door and I hadn’t even realised he entered.

“What? No, Zayn why wouldn’t you tell me? Zayn-”

“No Clarity it’s not safe, you really need to go, please.” For the first time in, ever, I hear emotion, pure emotion in his voice, something meaningful, but he doesn’t make sense, I don’t understand any of it.

I look toward Harry who seems to be as shocked as I am.

“Harry I, I don’t understand, what happened?” I ask, I wipe the tears but his arms are already pulling me into his chest, the familiarity of his lingering scent and warm embrace calm me but the way his chest is raising in quick swift movements against me makes my nerves grow.

I want to stay here, in his arms, forever. As soon as he lets me go I’m faced with the harsh and extremely confusing reality, a place I don’t want to be, a place that is foreign and frightening, a place where the man I love is laying in a hospital bed and his so called bestfriend is yelling at me to get out.

His arms release me and I look into his eyes, my fingers run down his cheek before I turn and look at an anxious Zayn and now Liam, as soon as I see Liam a sudden rage takes over my hurt, he was closest to me out of all of them and he lied to my face completely, watched me cry and beg for answers, watched my heartbreak as the words they spoke fell from their tongues.

“How could you.” Is all I can say before I leap off the bed and run toward him, I push him up against the wall and he doesn’t defend his actions, I push him again and as he looks down at me my hand collides with his face.

I step back and I can feel the temperature in the room rising, “Someone tell me what the fuck is going on!” Harry yells from his position on the bed and I have a feeling it kills him to not be the one hitting Liam.

“You need to listen.” Zayn says harshly as he locks the door and walks towards the bottom of the bed.

I glare at Liam and surprisingly I don’t feel an inch of guilt, although this seems to be no one’s fault in particular, he kept this from me, he kept the thing that was killing me.

I look back to Harry and his shirt is lifted and a large white bandage covers his stomach, my hand covers my mouth in shock, I knew this, I knew from the moment we arrived something like this had happened, I saw it on his face as I entered, but being faced with it makes me want to be sick.

I sit back on the side of the bed and run my hands along the bandage, he shivers lightly under my touch and I flash back to when he had that stupid fight with Jace. I sigh and look up at his sorry expression and I cup one of his cheeks in my hand.

“Why weren’t you here Clarity?” His voice is soft and slow, and agonizingly painful.

“I- I didn’t know.”

“Harry we didn’t tell her, she spent the last week asking, practically begging for answers.” Liam’s voice is just as Harrys was, slow and soft, and sorry.

“I knew something, I knew she would be here, you took my phone, you told me you told her, what the fuck!” his voice rises by the end of his sentence but he sighs in defeat and exhaustion, as if this whole situation has completely tired him out.

“Stella I’m so sorry, please just listen-” Liam almost begs but I silence him with my hand and turn my attention to Zayn who seems unaffected by the  affection Harry and I are showing and the way I am treating Liam, as if it’s all normal and expected.

“Harry was shot by one of Benson’s guys, there were two and they know you’re not dead.” The word dead lingers in my ear and I can’t bear the thought and I’m having a hard time processing his sentence.

“Benson is the biggest drug lord in L.A, Isaac, a guy we supply got into some trouble and it tracked back to us.” His voice is casual, as if he is explaining a child’s story but with no expression, it’s scaring me that he can talk about these things and seem completely unaffected and it makes me wonder if it’s all he ever talks about, if it’s all he does and even worse he drags Harry into this mess.

I nod and I can feel Harry’s stiff, angered body leaning slightly against me and I try to take in what’s about to be said.

“And because you’re not dead, Benson isn’t happy in fact he is fucking furious because he thinks you know something and they are practically hunting you down Harry, I had to pay thousands of dollars to keep this incident off hospital records so they couldn’t track you.” Zayn runs his hand over the stubble on his face, looking slightly flustered he continues.

“If they knew about your relationship with Clarity, they would have used her and we all know you’d trade yourself into save her in a heartbeat, you’d be dead, they’d kill you.”

I shake my head and run my hands down my face, “I could have been careful you should have told me-”

“No.” he harshly says and I flinch, Harry stays silent and I gather this is the first time he’s heard of this himself and I can’t imagine what it would be like to be told you’re being hunted because the biggest drug lord in L.A wants you dead.

“We kept you away.” He looks at me, “And you clueless.” He looks at Harry, “Harry I didn’t do any of this to hurt you I did it to protect you, simple, and now Harry it’s all fucked because of her!” He yells and Liam scolds him harshly but I don’t for the defence.

“What part of stay away didn’t you get.” He shakes his head in annoyance.

As he does my blood boils in anger, how could he ask such a stupid question? How could he even think I’d listen? I shake my head in reflection to his annoyance and stand from the bed.

“I couldn’t stay away! I wasn’t going to let you have him! He is mine and I don’t care anymore what any of you think, I needed to see him Zayn how could you even think this-“ I stop myself and sigh, “I wasn’t going to ever let you take the one thing I love the most in this world away from me, especially without me knowing why.”

I momentarily wait for Zayn’s reply which doesn’t come, I look down at Harry who’s face is blank, unreadable and horrified.

“Clarity, you need to go.” He says the words so bluntly, so easily and I realise I basically told him I loved him.

There’s an anxious silence but only for a second.

“She can’t.” Zayn speaks, glaring at both of us. “You both need to run and never come back.”

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