Ready To Run | H.S.

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Harry offers to fill the gas and I don't complain. As he does so, I decide to go inside and grab snacks for the road, along with necessities like lighters and a first aid kit.

"We'll go to our houses and grab clothes and what not, okay?" I say, making sure that it's still ago with Harry.

"Okay, sounds good." Harry laughs.

We go to my house first. I notice Ethan's car in the drive and curse under my breath. I crawl through my bedroom window window with ease, since it's on the first floor. I go quietly about the room, grabbing stuff as quickly as I can.

When I start climbing back out of the window, I feel a hand wrap around my foot and my heart drops, turning around and seeing mom.

I kick her in the face, causing her to stumble back, holding her nose. I tumble out of the window, running to the car and into the passengers seat since Harry and I switched in case something like this happened.

He immediately stomps on the gas and when I feel like we are far enough away, I turn to Harry. "It's funny."

He turns to me, confused. "What?"

"That I let myself believe my family actually cared for me. For all I know, they probably kidnapped me!"

"You know what?" Harry begins. "Winter, you're not stupid, you're very smart. You don't have to worry about them anymore, all you have to look forward to is the future."

When we e eventually​arrive to his house in silence, we get out and I follow him to the door. He walks in without knocking and we are met with a grand staircase. My hands drops at the sight as I follow him up it, going down the hall while my eyes marvel at every little detail in his house. Breathtaking.

Harry opens the door and I walk in with him. The room is simple. Black and White, few posters hanging on the wall and a huge window on one of the walls that is shining in light.

"Well, this is my room." He smiles, making me smile as well.

He walks over to his bed, reaching under it. He pulls out a big white suitcase and lays it on his bed, opening it. He then goes around, as I stand there, and grabs stuff that he needs, every once in awhile going back to his suitcase once his hands are full.

I take the time to take in his simple, but gorgeous room. I'm leaning on a dresser that has a huge flat screen hanging above it. The other side of the room, he has a seating area. A white couch sits with a coffee table in front of it. Beside it sits a bookshelf filled with books. He has shelves on the wall, holding picture frames and little souvenirs.

Harry closes the suitcase and drags it off the bed, walking towards me by the door. We head out, and we are about to head down the stairs, another door opens.

I turn to Harry with wide eyes. This is it, we've been caught. No telling what Harry's parents will do. Call the cops on his for being a runaway? Just like mine, probably.

A woman comes out with a few towels and I'm assuming that it's Harry's mom. I hide behind Harry, watching the woman's eyes go wide.

"Harry!" The woman cries, running into his arms.

"Winter," Harry laughs, moving aside so I'm not hiding. "This is my housekeeper, Sonya."

The housekeeper release him and I can't help but let out a sigh of relief. She stares at me and I give her a smile.

"Nice to meet you." I say, extending my arm to be polite.

"Well, hi!" She beams, taking my hand. "I'd say the same for you!" She turns to Harry. "Are you going somewhere again, Harold?"