Harmony’s POV
I stood there in shock at the crooked smile and dull grey eyes that are the reason for my hiding.

“You’re little disguise doesn’t fool me. Now, did you really think I wouldn’t be able to track calls going to your pretty little boy toy’s phone?” he smirked.

“His name is Harry,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Same difference.” He tried to grab my arm, but I stepped back. His dull eyes turned to those of fiery. I could feel the color dropping from my face as I turned to run from him. This time I had no such advantage, because he was right on my trail yelling threats my direction.

But I did not turn nor comment back to him; I simply ran. Thankfully, I had managed to get back my energy, so my legs were strong and would last a while. My only concern was to find help and fast.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he yelled. I saw people turn their heads to look at me, the weird red headed girl, being chased by that baboon.

His footsteps and heavy breathing were getting closer and closer to me. I ran in the opposite direction of the penthouse towards the main streets of London. I need to lose this guy.

“You can run as long as you want, but when you stop I’ll be right there waiting for you.”

I chose now to retort, “You make a bad excuse for a song!” (A/N This would make sense if you realized that his last words “Right there waiting for you,” come from the song Right Here Waiting For You by Richard Marx :)

I ran until I saw a familiar park. The same park where we came the day Harry asked me out, and the same park I ran to when he stole my favorite white converse. I smiled at the thought and ran towards the biggest tree. I jumped up to grab the lowest tree branch and swung myself up. I started to climb the tree thankful that my legs haven’t given in yet.

I looked down in mid climb to see that the guy was looking around the park for me. I turned my head back and was caught by a pair of big familiar eyes boring stares down into mine. I almost lost my grip on the branch, but he pulled me up and sat me down next to him.

“Zayn!” I hugged my fellow ‘parent’ tightly. He wasn’t hugging back, though. In fact, his body seemed stiff as a rock. I pulled back confused. He continued to look at me like I was a crazy fan or something. “What? Do I have something in my hair?” I felt my head before realizing that I was still wearing the wig.

Turning the other direction, I quickly took off the wig and beanie along with the shades. Then, I turned back to face the still speechless boy in front of me.

“H- Harmony?” he stuttered.

“Yep! Now give me a hug!” I extended my arms out as he took me into a tight hug.

“Is it really you?” He was crying now.

“Yeah, it’s me,” I also started to feel tears welling up in my eyes. “I missed you guys so much!” Now the tears were coming freely down my face.

“It’s okay. Don’t cry. We really missed you too. Harry has been such a mess even with your phone calls. He got really worried when he didn’t get the usual call an hour ago,” he sniffed.

“Oh my gosh, Harry! Where is he?” I pulled back and started to wipe tears from my face.

“Um… I don’t know honestly. Probably in his room I guess. I just came out for a breath a fresh air. I like to climb this tree when I just want to think, and I’m glad I did. So why are you here?”

“Well, I was just about to make the call, but the guy… he was there. So I ran. When I saw this tree, I decided to climb it. He’s down there somewhere. I can’t go down there or he’ll find me.”

“Okay, I’m calling the police.”

“Thanks, Zayn.” He put an arm around my shoulder while he talked calmly to the police.

It was a few minutes before we heard visible sirens in the distance. Luckily, he hadn’t gone too far as we could see the click of the handcuffs as they trapped him in his paranoia. A few officers were walking our way and stopped at the bottom of the tree trunk.

“Are you Zayn?” the short and chubby one called.

“That’s me,” Zayn replied.

“And is that the girl who was chased?” I nodded at the other officer with a cool mustache. “Do you mind if we ask you a few questions regarding this case? Mr. Garonne is wanted in a long list of states back in America.”

I widened my eyes so much I swear they could pop out of their sockets. I slowly started to make my way down after Zayn who caught me as I hopped off the last branch.

At the end of the small interview, I learned a lot of new things about Tanner’s father. Apparently he’s wanted in most of the western states including California, Arizona, etc. for being a plain loon. This was the only time that the story was actually true. No trial is going to be held, but Mr. Garonne is being put in the psych ward.

“Alright, everything seems to be in order. You’re free to go,” Officer James told us.

“Thank you!”

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“So have you told them?” I asked Zayn as we walked the many streets back to my old apartment building. Zayn had already taken me by Tanner’s to gather my stuff and leave a note of thanks.

“Nope. I’m leaving that to you.”

“You’re not scared that there’s a chance they’re going to kill you for not telling them?”

“It’s worth the look on their faces,” Zayn smirked.

I laughed. I can see their faces now.

“Ugh. My legs are sore!” I said. We’ve been walking for about seven blocks now, yet I still refuse to take a taxi for the remaining three.

“Hop on my back!” Zayn shouted bending down.

“Are you crazy?”

“No, now hop on.”

“Don’t have to tell me again.” I hopped onto Zayn’s back and rested my head on his shoulder. I nearly fell asleep while he talked to me about how everyone has been missing me so much. I almost didn’t recognize the building.

I smiled in excitement and hopped off of Zayn’s back and ran to the elevator. I watched as he ran to catch the lift in time as I continually pushed the 7th floor button.

“Har, I think you might break the button.”

“Well they either need to make this lift go faster or make my legs less tired so I can walk the stairs.”

“You and Harry have no patience for elevators do you?”

“Nope.”