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Run(a)Way S.T

Chapter 16

"That is a load of shit and you know it! Stop it right now!" I demand of him.
"Is it though? Please Lauren.. why don't you enlighten us, and your daughter, I think you owe her at least that much," Dean claims in a friendly tone, however I know it's not, not really he is mocking her and I clench my hands into fists trying to hold in my anger, so I won't outburst with violence.
Mum doesn't speak but she is picking at her nails muttering to herself. That's when it dawns on me. Something is going on. Mum knows more then she is telling.
"What did my dad tell you?" I inquire, reaching out for mum's hand, making her stop with the picking.
"Enough to come back and get your mum, however you beat us to it," the detective says.
"Since when does a detective wear uniform?" Harry suddenly questions.
"Irrelevant, Mrs. Clark please, let's not make this harder than it already is," Liam asks.
"His slippers.. He has no shoes.. but slippers," she mumbles.
"Please! Let her see my dad.. Give him his shoes, make sure she's all right.. She’ll tell you all you want to know-please!" I beg, my voice cracking, not able to see my mum this way.
I catch a glance of Harry, his jaw is set, unhappy with the way things are going. I look up at Liam. He is studying me.
"Very well," He sighs.
"But your highness-" Dean starts, however, Liam raises his hand.
"We all will accompany you," he tells my mum who nods. He offers her his arm, and after a short assessment she takes it, walking with him slowly. I walk behind them, wiping away my silent tears. Something is pushed in my hand. A tissue. I look up and note Harry beside me, staring down at me. I take in a shaky breathe and he wraps an arm around me.
When we enter the room where my father is kept, mum hurries to his side, sobbing hysterically.
"Lauren.. I'm sorry.. They broke me." I have never seen my dad cry.
"I know.. It’s alright.. I guess it's time.. It’s ok.. I got your shoes, " mum holds up the bag.
"Eleanor, Harry, I'm afraid you need to leave now," The detective remarks.
"No! I need to be here! I need to know- is it true?? Did you know who I was all along?" I question my dad who is looking at me.
He nods, while mum hugs him, crying.
"You knew all this time? My life- my life is one big lie!" My voice breaks. The room starts to spin. This is not happening. This cannot be true.
"You could have told me when all this started.. Save the trouble but you kept to your lie!" I'm crying now, feeling betrayed.
"How could you?" I turn to leave, almost colliding into Harry who is stood behind me. Harry catches me closing his arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug. I sob, my legs buckling, feeling myself slipping down to the ground.
"Elena!" Liam rushes swiftly over to us.
"I've got her," Harry hisses. I feel myself get picked up. I fit my face in the crack of his neck, hiding my face as I cry, clenching onto his shirt.
"Is she alright?" Liam questions Harry.
"Does she look alright to you?! I'm getting her out of here.. This is all your doing.. Well done your royal arse," Harry scoffs.
Harry carries me out to the car letting me down to open the passenger side door.
"Ellie get in," He says in a soft voice. I do as I'm told, dabbing at my eyes with the tissue Harry handed me before. He kneels down beside me, his palms placed on my knees watching me carefully.
"I'm not going to cry anymore if that's what you're scared of," I whisper, my voice hoarse.
"I'm not scared of your tears darling, just checking to see how you’re doing," he notes.
"I need to get out of here.. Can you take me to my parent’s house please?"
Harry nods and gets up. He walks around the car and gets in behind the wheel, turning on the engine and backing out of the car park. We drive in silence. Once we arrive we just sit quietly not getting out.
"Do you still think my life is perfect?" I question him.
"Ellie... put aside this whole situation.. Your time with the Clarks... was it good? Were you a happy child? Did they love you as their own? Take care of you? Because the way that I am seeing it.. As much as this is fucked up- you could have had it much worse.. You could have been killed or placed at an orphanage or placed with a shitty family.. But instead you had them.. And as selfish as this might sound to you and inappropriate.. I'm quite glad things turned out this way since otherwise I would have never met you."
I glance up at him. I have never heard Harry give such a long speech, speaking his mind so truthfully.
I lean in and kiss his cheek, catching him by surprise. He offers a soft smile and reaches out to touch my cheek. He traces it softly with his finger. "I really want to kiss you," He whispers.
"So kiss me."
"It might not be appropriate.." He sighs. I exhale and get out of the car.
I hear Harry do the same, following me up the walk way to the door. I reach for the lock when I feel him grab my hand.
"Fuck it," he breathes, pushing me against the door and locking his lips on mine. His hands slide up my arms to my face, cupping my cheeks as our kiss grows deeper.
I wondered for a while how it might be like- kissing Harry. Would he be sloppy? Would he be ruff? He is breath taking. I grab the fabric of his dark shirt, pulling myself closer to him. His hands leave my face and run down to my hips pulling me. They run down over my bum tugging, lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as I hear him fumble with the door. He manages to get it open, and he steps us inside, shutting it after us.
Harry lets me down on the table, his hands resting on my thighs. I come up for air, pulling back. Harry tilts his head down shaking it.
"This is so wrong," He mutters. I freeze in place hearing those words.
He notices my wide eyes , his hands running swiftly to my face once again. I pull back, the moment gone.
"Ellie I like you damn it! But I cannot see this working out- can you??" He exclaims.
"You can't see this working?" I am baffled, feeling my cheeks growing hot with embarrassment and hurt.
"Us... I can't let myself fall for you.. You’re leaving.."
"I'm not going anywhere.." I whisper.
"It could have been perfect," He claims in a pained voice. "Working for the same company, leaving together for supper and going out to movies.. I had it all figured out.."
"What has changed?" I am holding back tears. This day has turned out to be one disappointment after another.
"You’re a fucking princess Ellie.. Don't you get that? Royalty.. The media will forever be on you now.. They will take you back to Denmark you won't belong to me.. You’ll belong to the people," He says softly.
"No.. I'm staying here! I work for 'In Style' I live in London.. My life is here," I feel the lump in my throat working its way up, my eyes burning. Harry speaks the truth, a truth I am not able to handle. I won't let them take me, they can't. . My life is here.
"We'll figure it out," He suddenly says. His eyes finding mine.
"We will?"
"Yes! We'll work it out.." He promises, a cheeky smile slowly finds itself on his lips.
"Promise me.. You won't let them take me away," I whisper.
"I promise." His forehead touches mine.
"They can't. . I'm 23.. I'm my own person," I mumble.
"Correct," his voice is soft, seductive.
I glance at his lips. I tug him to me, our lips colliding once more. He won't let them.. We will be ok.. It will work out.

I am woken by the buzzing of Harry's mobile.
"Mmm.." He answers.
"Wh- what time is it?" His voice is raspy and thick of sleep.
"I took Ellie home to her parents... Eleanor yeah... it can wait," the last part he says with a snap. I turn to stare at him. His eyes are hard but immediately soften when they find mine.
"It's really up to her isn't it," He sighs.
"Very well.. I will," He ends the call.
"My mum said you should take a few days off.. Go sort out your shit- well not in those words.." He smiles.
"Does she want me to take off?" I furrow my eyes.
"No way.. But I think she thinks you should . I think you should.." His grin is full of mischief.
"You do now?" I smirk.
"Well of course.. How else would I get to spend more time with you?" He leans in, kissing the tip of my nose.
"I want to do something fun!" I decide inching closer to him.
"We just did.. a few hours ago," He reminds me, making my cheeks blush.
"Well yes.. but outdoors," I clarify.
"I can definitely arrange that," Harry kisses the tip of my nose. I stare at him, a light smile on my face.
"What?" He inquires.
"I like this Harry... I can see myself with this version," My smile widens.
"Good," He leans again, are lips colliding softly.
"Ok. Enough of this! I want a nice day outside like an ordinary human being," I push myself up.
"You are everything but ordinary," I hear him say.
I take a quick shower, washing my hair in the process.
I don't really have close with me so I find old jeans that were left behind and one of my mum's jumpers.
"Ready?" Harry questions. He is wearing the same clothes as before but his hair is wet, indicating he has showered as well.
"Indeed," I reply. Harry glides his fingers down my arm until he finds mine, intertwining them together.
What do you say about walking? Leaving the car behind?" He questions.
"I think that is a wonderful idea," I agree.
However stepping out the house proves it wasn't such a bright idea after all, clicking of cameras and shouting.
"Ok.. we'll take the car," Harry pulls me after him.
Once in the car, Harry hands me a beanie.
"And pull up your hood, it should hide your face so they can leave you alone," he claims.
"Harry... it just dawned on me.. Where is Niall?" I suddenly realize my tail is not with us and hasn't been since we left the police station.
"In the car in back of us... I figured you should have some space," He glances over to me.
"Thank you," I'm touched by the thought.
Luckily we aren't followed by any paps, and are left to stroll the town quietly.
Harry has a hood over his head as well, providing himself some hiding from the people around us. The streets are full of people, but they mind themselves, not paying any attention to us.
I turn around, letting my eyes search. When I find Niall I smile and wave.
"He isn't in his suit anymore," I note to Harry.
"Yes. He was asked to keep it casual.." Harry winks. I squeeze his hand and lean my head on his arm as we walk.
"Are you hungry? We can get some food," Harry offers.
"Yes!" I grin up at him.
We find a restaurant and settle down. I order a burger and Harry orders a pizza. Harry tells me about his time in Spain and America, making me laugh and forget about my problems.
“Excuse me your highness," Niall says standing next to our table.
"Shhh! Don't call me that," I whisper harshly, glancing around to make sure he wasn't heard.
"Prince Liam is on the phone for you," he hands me the mobile. I take it reluctantly.
"What?" I answer, staring at Harry.
"I thought you might want to know, your adoptive parents were let out until their hearing in a few days, they are watched around the clock though, and if they leave their house they will be locked up," He informs me.
"They are home?" I question.
"Yes.. and Elen- Eleanor.. The only reason they aren't locked up right now is only for your sake."

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