The Barr Brothers ~ Beggar in the Morning.

Distance is all that mattered at this moment. Putting the safest distance between Harry and I. I wasn't stopping for anything at all. Even to catch my breath that I seemed to be choking on. With every step I took, came the constant vibration of my phone. Texts, calls and voice messages blew it up.

My legs had become sore, extremely sore and I couldn't run anymore. So I walked. I walked and walked following only one direction and hoping that I'd get somewhere where I could stay hidden and think about what to do next.

My throat had run dry and became perched. I need water. And more than anything else I need to sit and think. The humid air has already started cooling and a breeze blowing steadily making trees sway continuously. Goosebumps are visible on my exposed thighs but I'm not sure if it's the slight wind or the fact that I think there is someone following me.

I stop for a few seconds just to look around but there seems to be no one around me. Before I continue walking I hear crackling of leaves from behind me. I turn quickly with my eyes darting everywhere. Nothing is in sight that could be a reason for alarm. Though I still don't feel safe.

Taking a step ahead I bump into a strong hard chest. I gasp suddenly when my arms are grabbed.

"You alright missy?" The unfamiliar man asks and I just nod before pushing my way out of his arms and struggling to run. The people who've met me on my way must think I'm crazy. The paranoia in me cannot be hidden on my face.

As my legs are completely giving out on my body weight, I see what looks like a park of some sort, a few metres away. I push myself to continue even when I can hardly walk straight. My stomach growls as well but what I really need is water.

I enter the park and sit on the nearest bench. My legs shake from all the walking and especially the running. I take my phone out of my pocket and heave a huge sigh.

23 missed calls, 7 voice messages and 6 text messages.

14 missed calls from Harry, 3 from Lacey, 2 from Louis and 4 from an unknown number. Maybe it's Harry trying to reach me with a different number to see if I'd answer.

All 6 text messages are from Harry, asking where I was, and begging for me to answer his calls or to call him back.

I play the voice messages and listen keenly one by one.

"Please pick up Kitten, I need to talk to you!"

"Please Kitten just tell me where you are. I need to know that you are okay!"

"Hey, it's Louis, call me ASAP please."

"Allie, why would you take off like that? I'm worried. Call me at least. You don't have to call anyone else. Just call me please."  Lacey's voice holds so much worry that I can't control my eyes from tearing. I could really use a friend right now but that's one thing I have lacked for most of my life, friends.

"Fûck Kitten just tell me where you are! Tell me where you are and I'll come get you. If anything happens- if anything happens to you I swear to God- please just answer your fûcking phone!" I flinch at the sound of something breaking. I can only imagine how angry he is. But the frustration and emotions in his voice make my heart ache. The tears I have been fighting finally roll down my cheeks and begin to flood as every thought about him crosses my mind. I wish things were better. I wish things worked out differently between us. I wish he felt the intense feelings I had for him. Have, that I have for him.

"Allison, I know you want to be alone right now. Well, that's the point of disappearing of course. But essentially you don't have to be alone. Call me and I promise I'll take care of you. Oh it's Zayn."

The last message ends leaving me more confused than ever. Maybe Zayn could help me get away. After all, I don't think he would tell Harry given the amount of tension that has grown between them. My heart is torn in two; I have the option of calling my mom and now there is Zayn. Maybe the solution is to call the devil that I know, who is my mother. With Zayn I simply can't be sure because of his connection to Harry. Time goes by as I sob silently not knowing what to do. It's already dark and most of the people are now exiting the park.

I slowly make my way out walking at a slower pace than before. I shiver as the wind blows strongly against my skin. My teeth chatter relentless but I try hard to ignore how cold I am.

I notice a neon lit sign, The Deuce Tavern, and walk hastily towards the place. I have to get water somehow and maybe I'd be able to think straight. I walk inside feeling self conscious because I never really went to a place like this alone. Mature men sit around in groups and shout over the surprisingly good music. I sigh and walk towards the bar where I actually think the loneliest and the most unfriendly people sit.

I pull out one of the tall stools and settle on it awkwardly as the bartender studies me intently. He makes his way to me and I swallow hard seeing how bad his mood is.

"Drink?" he one-words me and immediately I feel more afraid that I may be kicked out for not buying anything.

"M-may I please have a glass of water please?" the word please reappearing in the same sentence makes it even worse.

"I only have bottled water, sorry." He says and my head just falls in frustration. "But, here you go, on the house." He hands me a litre bottle of water and I'm surprised at his sudden change of mood and the dimpled grin that he gives me.

Dimples.

I look away from him because that dimpled grin reminded me of the one that I was desperately getting away from.

"Long day?" He asks while preparing a drink for a grumpy customer a few centimeters away from me.

"Yeah I suppose." I answer before downing half the bottle of water.

"You've been running," he states and I immediately want to sniff myself. Was I sweaty and smelly? I nod and smile at him while drinking the water again.

Suddenly the grumpy guy gets up and moves towards me. He's already drunk and the evening has barely started. But who made the rules on drinking anyway? My heart beats faster as he comes closer to me with a sinister smile on his face. What could he possibly want with me now?

"Jack Daniel's, double, for the lady and I," his voice is ironically calm and soft.

"Thank you, but I was just about-"

"Nonsense, let's drink!" He slurs and puts his heavy arm on my shoulders.

The bartender quickly brings the glasses and fills them. I take my time to catch his name on the name tag.

"Thanks Ethan," I emphasize trying to get his attention. He gets that I'm trying to get him to help me out of the situation and only laughs leaving me there. But what harm could one drink do? As a matter of fact I needed it more than I needed the water.

"Bottoms up," he slurs and I comply, welcoming the burn down my throat. I take my face in my hands and tap my foot on the step waiting for that taste to go away.

"Thank you," I smile at him even though I don't feel comfortable around him.

"What do you say, we get out of here aye?" His eyes are dark as he brings his face closer to me.

"No!" I push him and get up from the stool. I shouldn't have trusted a drunk in the first place.

"Not so fast," he grabs my wrist really hard and pulls me back to himself. I wince in pain but I'm more worried about him pressing his chapped lips on mine. Conveniently Ethan is no where in sight. I try to pull my arm away but he squeezes tighter.

"Let me go!" I cry out but everyone seems to be minding their own goddamned business. Again, how convenient!

"Or what?" He smirks then pulls me by my waist against his body.

"I think the lady said no," an almost familiar voice sounds from behind me.

"You stay out of-" before the drunk guy could finish his sentence, a heavy punch connects with his face making him let me go and fall with a huge thud on the concrete floor.

I push my hair away from my face trying to figure out where I've heard that voice before. My eyes meet a huge smirk and darker eyes. My face pales and I stumble backwards in disbelief almost tripping on a stool.

"Hi Blondie?" I immediately recognize that voice and the face especially.

My stomach churns and knots get tied up inside.

"Nate." I speak his name louder than intended.

AN:

Shìt, Nate!???

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