Run(a)Way S.T

I'm having a hard time swallowing as I gaze up at my mum and Harry as they get up to get the door.
How is it they are here so swiftly?
"Good morning Mrs. Clark, Mr. Styles," a man's voice sounds. I glance at my dad who is still sat in front of me, staring at his hands. I hear feet shuffling towards us and then 2 men appear, followed by mum and Harry.
"Miss..." the first one nods at me before turning to my dad. It takes a moment but after a short glance over, dad lifts himself up and reaches to shake the men's hands.
"Please sit, make yourself at home.. Can I get you anything?" Mum questions in a shaky voice.
"That is very kind and very unnecessary.. We are here to speak to prin- Miss Eleanor Clark," the taller out of the two states.
"Ellie- her name is Ellie," Harry mutters under his breath, though he is heard quite clear, winning glances from both men.
"You look very much like the queen," the tall bloke turns to me.
"I'm sorry, but who are you?" I inquire.
Harry moves to sit by my side as the two men take seats next to dad. Mum then moves to sit next to me as well.
"You can call me Dean, and this here next to me is Niall he will be your security detail."
"My security?- I-"
"She doesn't need your security," Harry sounds from next to me. I glance at the man next to Dean. He is young- around Harry's age I believe. He is blonde and his eyes are shaded by sunglasses.
"Please Mr. Styles, It is for us to decide," Dean remarks. His voice is low and decisive.
"I'm sorry you travelled all the way here, this is a waste of your time.. I'm no abducted princess.. I'm just a girl.. This is a big misunderstanding," I tell Dean. I don't miss the grin tugging at the corners of Niall's lips.
"So you won't mind doing a blood test to prove it?" Dean raises his brows at me. I catch the slight jump by my side. Mum. I glance down at her and then at my dad. They exchange fearful stares.
"No. I have no problem with that," I remark.
"Very well then," Dean says. As if on que, Niall gets up and walks out of the room. We hear the front door open and close. We sit quietly watching each other. Then the door opens again and there is more than one pair of footsteps heard echoing back to us. Niall reappears with a man wearing a doctor's coat and holding a bag.
"Really? Now?!" Harry exclaims.
"Problem Mr. Styles?" Dean questions.
“Can't you just wait a moment? See if this is something she wants to do? You didn't ask for her approval on any of this," He hisses. I place a hand on Harry's thigh and he stops his storm of words.
"I'll do it.. But only if my mum draws the blood- she's a nurse," I explain.
"I don't think-" Dean starts to protest, However Niall places a hand on his shoulder whispering something into his ear.
"Very well," Dean agrees and the doctor passes the syringe to mum.
I pull up my sleeve and turn my head to Harry as I offer my arm to her.
"Harry darling, you better hold her in place," mum warns him.
Harry places both hands on my shoulders, gazing at me. I squeeze close my eyes when I feel my mum cleaning the spot she will soon prick.
Harry inches closer closing his arms around me in a hug and I bury my head in the fold of his neck. A gasp escapes my lips when I feel the prick, never being a fan of needles.
"All done," mum lets me know a moment later, making Harry pull away and moving putting some distance between us. Mum places a cotton ball to my arm and I hold it in place. She then hands the syringe back to the doctor.
"You've got what you came for," Harry speaks, his gaze cool.
"We did didn't we?" Niall smirks at him. He has a strong Irish accent, making me wonder what an Irish boy is doing working for Danish royalty.
"Miss Clark.. We’ll be in touch," Dean remarks. Him Niall and the doctor get up and leave. Mum walks them out.
"Are you ok precious?" Dad questions.
"Err yeah.. I'm just.. I need air," I get up and stride out to the back lawn.
I sit myself on the stairs and gaze at mum's flower beds. They are blooming in all kinds of colourful colours making the little garden enchanted.
"This is unreal," I tell myself, "just a bad dream."
"And I thought facing reality head on was your strong suit."
I jump and turn. Harry is stood in back of me, arms folded over his chest.
"You’re making a habit out of this," I frown at him.
"Out of what?"
"Giving me frights and sending my world into a spin," I claim.
"I don't do it intentionally," he tells me in a low voice.
"What if this is real?" I ask him, panic rising in my throat.
"Does it feel real?"
"No."
Harry paces closer and I shift, making him some room on the steps beside me.
"You would have been happy if this would have never happened," He states.
"I like my life.. I like waking up every morning and heading into work. I enjoy my job and my friends and my parents and just the way everything fits together," I explain.
"And then I came into your life," he states. I glance down at my hands.
"And I don't fit in it," he claims after a short silence.
"And yet.. I cannot go through this without you," I whisper.
It dawns on me that I really wouldn't. I would be falling apart, lost.
"We'll figure this out," Harry turns to gaze at me. He places a hand on my knee.
"Every step of the way I promise to be by your side- as long as you'd want me too," he adds softly.
"Why?" The question tumbles out of my mouth before my brain can catch up.
"Sorry?" Harry seems confused.
"I didn't mean it to sound so rude.. But why are you here? Why are you so willing to help me?"
"I don't know," he sighs.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"I know why but it’s a bunch of reasons and some of them are stronger and the others I don't understand myself," He explains.
"Well.. Why don't you start from the reason you do understand," I try.
"Well.. I don't think you should go through this alone and yes I know you have you parents and such but you need a friend so I'm here.. And what if this turns out to be true? Then you'll be in such a spotlight bigger than the one you'll receive today and you don't do well with such attention.. So I'm here," he finishes.
"And the reasons you don't fully understand yourself?" I push him to keep talking, I want to know but furthermore I need him to keep my mind off of the present.
"I think I want to be here.. With you.. But I don't know why yet.." he whispers, his voice low.
"I hope it's not the same reason you asked me out," I raise a knowing brow at him.
"Sorry?" He is taken aback.
"You asked me out to find out why your mum likes me so much.. So I hope this is not the same reason," I claim.
"What does it matter to you? You hate me either way," He chuckles, pushing me playfully.
"No I don't!" I shove him back.
"Well the only reason you said yes to me was to see if I'm really such a big dick or if I might have a nicer side," He pouts.
"Na.. I said yes because of your dimples.. Only reason," I swear.
"Well I only asked you out because of your green eye," He replies.
"What about the blue one? It's feeling a little left out," I frown at him.
"Fine.. The blue one too," He answers and we both laugh.
"Didn't think I'll hear you laughing so quickly," mum joins us outside.
"Harry's picking on me mum," I tell her.
"What did I teach you about being a Tata tale?!" Mum wiggles her finger.
"Yes Ellie! You should know better," He taunts me.
"Come on lazy bones, get up and let's get some food in your bellies," mum tells us.
We follow mum into the house and I get shoved by Harry one last time.
"I think I'll get going actually," He checks the time.
"Not before you eat something darling- what kind of mother would I be letting you go off on an empty stomach?" Mum scolds him.
Harry glances at me before accepting her offer.
I catch the glint in his eyes. This is the first time a mother figure is telling him what to do in a very long time- something that has nothing to do with work but only his well being.
Dad is already setting the table and Harry and I join in to help.
When Harry passes with cups he stops next to a framed photo.
"God Ellie-is this you?" He exclaims a wide and happy grin decorating his face.
"Please don't," I sigh knowing what is yet to come.
"Oh yes.. You can tell by those eyes.. Bigger then her face," Dad chuckles.
"No no we are not making fun of my photos," I cover the frame with my hands.
"Not making fun darling.. Just having a chat," Mum claims.
"Actually Ellie, you were quite cute.. I'm just wondering what happen since," Harry smirks wickedly.
"She grew up into a little monster she did," Dad sits down at his place at the table.
"A beautiful monster," mum adds.
"I cannot argue with that," Harry whispers while passing me. I can feel my cheeks blush. We all sit at the table, mum dishing out food on our plates. I eat quietly listening to mum and dad ask Harry questions about himself and his line of work. I smile as mum and dad laugh at Harry telling them how I cut his head off the last poster we put up leaving out the part of his lip being busted. It is almost normal, almost making me forget about the catastrophic morning we shared. Almost. I have a slight brose forming in the inside of my arm to remind me.
"Thank you very much for you hospitality," Harry says at the end of the meal.
"It was my pleasure love, you come again now," Mum insists.
"I will," He promises, flashing his heart melting smile.
"So how long are you two dating?" Dad questions, making me almost spit out the gulp of water I have in my mouth, making me cough instead.
"A while now," Harry doesn't even blink, which dawns on me, he had this answer ready.
"Well you look after my princess," dad shakes his hand.
My nickname of since I can remember makes me flinch under the circumstances.
"I will," Harry replies softly.
My phone rings and I glance at the caller ID. Zoe.
"Hi Zoe," I answer.
"Ellie!? What is going on?? You're all over the news and pep's are parked outside our flat and they are calling you Princess Elena," she sounds frantic.
"It's a crazy rumour Zoe.. I'm on my way back.. I'll explain when I see you," I send Harry an anxious glance.
"Please hurry.. They are freaking me out," she whines.
"We need to leave," I say ending the call.
"Call me when you get in precious," mum kisses my cheek.
"And be careful," Dad adds.
"There are agents outside to keep away the pep from you in case they show," Harry notifies them.
We are out of the house shortly after and I am having trouble breathing. The craziness begins now.

Notes

So is she the Princess???? =)