RUN. (Dark Harry Styles)

Chapter 42.

**HARRY's POV**

I hope she isn't mad at me. Why can't she just get that I'm over protective for a good reason? I love her for God sakes. She is mine... Nobody elses.


**ANA's POV**


We are still in the car, about an hour in. Harry and I are still on very little speaking terms. I have every right to be pissed off. He gets jealous TOO much.

I felt a vibration in my pocket, pulling me from my grumpy thoughts. I pulled my phone out and looked at it. It was Niall.

**TEXTS**

Niall: "How's the ride going?"

Me: "Just perfect. Or more like terrible."

Niall: "What happened?"

Me: "He got jealous and now we are on no speaking terms."

He knew exactly what I was talking about, so I didn't have to give much detail.

Niall: "Again? Damn. When does he not get jealous? Just let it go. If it gets any worse call me. This is such a long drive!"

Me: "Okay, yes. Thanks Ni. I'll text ya later. I'm a bit tired.. See ya soon. x"

I put my phone back then readjusted in my seat. "Who was that?" My mom asked from the back.

I rolled my eyes. Can I have no privacy? "Niall." I muttered. "Oh.. How is he?" She asked. I watched Harry tense on the steering wheel.

"Fine mom." I snapped. "Why are you in such a bad mood Ana?" Harry asked. "I'm not I just don't get why everybody needs to know my business!" I protested.

"She was just wondering." He said. "I don't care! I'm not asking any of you who your texting. Like you Harry. I'm sure your talking to a girl but I don't go asking!" I explained.

"I wouldn't do that." He simply said. "Bull shit." I muttered. "No not bull shit. The truth. Can we just stop snapping at each other for an hour?!" He snapped.

"My pleasure." I spat. I laid back against my seat then closed my eyes.

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It was about and hour or so now an I still had my eyes shut. I wasn't tired, but at the same time I want some darkness to myself. I mean yeah I still had two other people with me but they can't hear my thoughts. Only me. Me, Myself, and I.

They probably thought I was asleep by now. I haven't moved my position, or opened my eyes. I just laid there, facing the window, eyes shut.

"I hope you don't mind me by asking, but do you guys always fight like that?" My mom spoke up out of nowhere.

I kept my eyes closed but my ears were still listening.

"Uhm.. It is on and off. To be honest, we fight about the stupidest things." Harry replied.

"Ana can be a difficult person to reason with.. I understand... I am her mother anyways." She said.

Harry gave a deep chuckle. "I don't want to fight with her though. I respect women... And how I treat her is totally disgusting I must say. I mean, no man should ever yell or fight with a lady. That is where I mess up. I love your daughter ma'am. I truly hope we can keep this relationship going. I get jealous. That is all it is. Jealousy. When a man talks to her, I get the slightest upset. I can't help it though. It's just what happened in the past that makes me who I am now." Harry let out.

What? What does he mean by in the past? Does he mean by his skanky ex girlfriends that he described once?

"Yes Harry. I completely understand. I don't expect you to be the Mr. Perfect for my daughter. So far you've protected her and you've even protected me.. Which is what no man has ever done for me. For us. I don't think she'll leave you anytime soon love. Your great to her." My mom replied.

Harry didn't think he was good enough for me? He treats me like a princess... We just have our bumps. What he does for me is amazing. Why can't I understand that?

"Thank you Mrs. Clarke." He said. Then I felt the car come to a hault. "Well we are here." Harry softly said. I heard the back door open and close. I also heard the side door close.

Then silence surrounded me again. Another car door opened, my car door.

"Ana. We are home." Harry mumbled in my ear. I slowly opened my eyes then looked at him.

I stayed absolutely silent. I unbuckled myself then got out of the car and to the house. My house. The house Me and My mom moved into once.

I walked up to my room ignoring my moms words. I walked into my room and slammed the door. I felt so fragile. Like if I was touched I would snap.

I went to my bed then sat down softly and just cried. I cried everything away.

I was upset. I was upset.. But why? Because I wasn't perfect. Because I never thought I would be so lucky to have a man like Harry.

I've been fragile like this before. It was when I did had a boyfriend. It was a boyfriend that I thought I "loved"... Turns out he was just another boy.

I won't forget him.. And how he treated me. It was far from how Harry is.