The door to our bedroom opens and even if at first I'm hoping it's Zayn, Harry's frame appearing doesn't surprise me as much. He looks coy and out of place, but he's looking at me with different eyes.

"Can we talk?" He asks, sitting on the little couch next to the dresser.

I nod, giving him a tight smile. "Where's Zayn?"

Harry bites his lip nervously. "He's downstairs."

"With who?" I question, knots forming in my stomach.

He looks uncertain about answering my question. This can't be good, I know it by the look he's giving me right now, like I'm about to be the most disappointed person on the planet. Even if that's been me already.

"He's with Amy, he's just talking to her."

A nauseous feeling settles into my body, with this horrible taste in my mouth. I've suddenly lost all hopes of us ever solving anything, especially because I feel so set up. He lied to me about when he was going to see her and he just went down there to see her, behind my back.

"That's not what we need to talk about," he adds.

What else could possibly go wrong?

I frown, confused at his words, still unable to wrap my head around this all. "What's wrong, Harry?"

It seems like he's hiding something from me, it also seems like he's really struggling to find the right words to explain whatever is on his mind right now.

I'm struggling with finding the right emotions to explain what I feel right now. For whatever reason, I'm not that angry with Zayn. I'm not angry at all, actually, I'm just disappointed that he keeps finding new ways to fuck me over.

I felt grateful that Harry and Liam were here, it made things so much easier. I know they wouldn't let Zayn hurt me or let him do anything that would harm both of us. There was just something weird about Harry and the way he always was at my disposal. I didn't want to think the worst.

"I think you should leave Zayn."

My eyes widen as his words make sense to me. More sense than they maybe should.

"Why are you telling me this? What's with you?"

He buries his head in his hands, I hear him take in a deep breath. "You're fucking miserable with him, he treats you like shit. You just got out of the hospital and he threatened to throw you over the terrace, I know that was no game... but I can help you leave, I can help you leave so he doesn't find you."

I'm reminded of the conversation Zayn and I had earlier. Sometimes it seems like I'm not really wanted here at all, the way he treats me is far from loving. And maybe I've set myself up in this position because my intentions weren't the best from the get go, but I've changed. And all I've wanted is to be better for him, for him to love me and care about me, the way that I do for him. But how much is enough? Even if I left, even if it's for him to find me and bring me back... would that help? Would that somehow make him realize that I do belong here with him and that I don't deserve the shit he does?

"You're hesitant," Harry notices my thoughtful haze, "I know you want to leave, Ana, I know it'll be really hard at first. But trust me, I can help you."

I look around our room and see all this stuff. Nice furniture, clothes, shoes, expensive things that Zayn has insisted he needs. I think about how much money he spends sometimes, on really stupid things, because he can. Sometimes it's almost as if he spends money to prove a point to other people and to me. Am I one of these objects to him, too? Something he insists on having but not something he needs in reality?

Maybe.

It convinces me.

"I want to, I want to leave, but I don't know how."

Harry perks up. "You don't need to take anything. Not even your phone. You're not taking anything that could leave a trace."

"So I'm disappearing," I raise my eyebrows, biting my bottom lip. "I'm just vanishing off into the night."

He nods. "Understand that with Zayn, it's the best choice. He's smarter than you might think, Anastasia, he finds people when he wants them to be found."

"What do you think he'll do when he notices I'm gone?"

Harry avoids my gaze, "A really big fucking mess will be made."

"You're gonna get in trouble for helping me."

Liam comes through the door, I assume he's heard the conversation by the look on his face. I don't know if he's in on this or not, but as soon as he gives Harry a nod of approval, I know that he definitely is.

"You can go stay with my girlfriend, with Sophia, she has a cabin down in Lancaster County... it's really secluded, in the woods, he won't even think of looking for you there."

Liam always looks so sad. Sometimes I feel like no one ever asks him if he's alright, but that's a hard question to ask when you fear the answer.

"He's going to fucking kill me," I whisper, "He's going to kill you both."

"We can't think about that," Liam replies, looking over his shoulder, "we need to get you out right now. Zayn is in the lobby, we can get you out the back door, my car is there."

"My sister can drive you to the cabin, she knows where it is," Harry assures me, "we need to get going now, if you really wanna get out of here now."

"Yeah, I do. I want to."

Harry looks at Liam and then down at me. "Get yourself a suitcase right now. Pack all your necessities, some warm clothes, put on a warm coat. Don't overpack and don't take too long. I'll make sure he's not coming back up."

"How?"

"I'm gonna jam the elevator."