Harry styles imagines.

Refugee. [BSM] {PART 1}

^^^ Mr. Cuddles.

You're 17.

Running away was the best option, you had no other choice really. After your parents split, harry went with your mum and you had to go with your dad-- which you were OK with as you did visit regularly, but then your father Des began changing, staying out later and later, drinking more and more, expecting you to do all the cooking and cleaning and if it wasn't done in time he would punish you. So one morning after weeks of contemplating you took the step, packed your suitcase and left.

You wanted to go to your mums house in Cheshire, but she'd got re-married to a man called Robin, and at the moment you had a slight fear of men. I mean, if your own dad can do that to you, well Robins not even blood related so no thanks. I got away from that for a reason.

But. . you'd forgotten that Harry was on tour so you were stood outside his huge London house contemplating on where he would keep the spare key, he was witty and clever and not the type to put it under the pot plant-- fuck he didn't even have a pot plant outside. Wandering around you were tired after about 2 hours and wanted nothing to get inside, you could call but you didn't really want to tell him what had happened, and you were also scared he might send you away.

So heaving a sigh you pulled a bobby pin from your hair and began working on the lock, using a few twigs until you heard the satisfying click. You grinned as you pushed it open and rolled your suitcase in, shutting the automatic locking door behind you, you headed inside the very modern and spacious place.

*

You'd got settled in front of the TV with a cup of tea and your huge teddy bear which was nearly bigger than you. Literally. It took awhile to find your way around and find the things you needed for a shower and such but it was achievable.

Now, to call harry.

After a few rings he answered.

"Hii, doll." he greeted happily, I smiled at the nickname.

"Hey haz. When do you come home from tour?" I asked tentatively. He giggled on the other end.

"Funny you say that, I wanted to surprise you and mum, but I come home tonight! I'm actually just about to board my plane home!" I gasped, oh shit.

"W-wow harry, uh. . .can't wait, I've missed you so much," I said adding as much sincerity as possible since Id actually broken into his house oh god, I have to tell him otherwise guilt won't let me sleep.

"I've missed you too, but I'll be there soon!"

"I- I actually have something to tell you. . . .I'm not at home, I-I'm at your house," you squeezed your eyes closed in fear of his reaction.

"Wha- how, you don't have the key?" He said suspiciously. You chuckled nervously.

"About that, I may or may not have picked the lock. ."

"You what? So you broke into my house? Daisy, you can't break into someone's house! And where did you even learn that! Oh-- ok, I'll deal with you when I get home, which won't be long now." he snapped. You gulped, oh shit he's angry, exactly what I didn't want.

"I-I'm sorry harry, but I had to. ." You whimpered.

"Had to my ass, I'll see you when I get home." He said angrily and hung up on me, tears trickled down you cheeks, what if he kicks you out! Where would you go! You'd end up on the streets! You shuddered and muted the TV while burying your head into your teddys fluffy chest. Who needs a boyfriend when you can buy big fluffy cuddly bears, right? And bonus, he doesn't open his mouth. You knew he'd be home soon so you decided to clean up a bit here and there, although after about 10 minutes you were already done since he was generally a clean person and plus he's never here long enough to make a mess.

Not knowing what to do you just began to wander around giving yourself a tour of his apartment trying to kill some time.

*

You breath was clouding up the window as you had your nose pressed against it while you watched harry unload a duffle bag and begin heading inside. Oh sweet Jesus, your palms were sweating and your heart was positively racing. You heard the door slam shut and the clink of his keys being roughly dropped and then the thunk of his duffle being dropped.

You wished you could just hide in the guest bedroom for longer but he already knew that you were here so there wasn't any point. So with a resigned sigh you dragged yourself towards the stairs.

Before entering the kitchen you raced into the living room and grabbed Mr. Cuddles and heaved him into the kitchen with you.

You had your face hidden behind him, the only thing visible were your legs and feet. But all too soon the warmth of Mr. Cuddles disappeared as he was snatched out of your grip and thrown to the floor to be replaced by a angry looking harry. You cast a longing look at your bear before timidly meeting your brothers hard gaze.

"Explain." is all he said, you could tell he was trying to contain himself and hold back the anger for your sake.

Heaving a sigh and slowly edging towards Mr. Cuddles pudgy body, you began to speak.
"Well, I-I couldn't find t-he spare key so. .-"

"So you thought why not break in?" He snapped cutting you off, his restraints on his anger slipping slightly. Your head turned to face the floor as you shuffled your small feet in comparison to his huge ones.

"I-I had no where else to go. ." you murmured sadly. Your voice on the edge of breaking.

He let out a loud laugh.

"Oh what a load! There was no need to come here, you could've stayed home maybe? Or gone to mums?" He shouted , his mocking laughter fading.

"Harry. ." I frowned up at him. He shook his head.

"Look daisy, you know I've only just got back and Claire will be coming to stay soon, so I think you should go home." You scowled at the mention of his bratty girlfriend. Looks like you'll have to tell him about the abuse, I mean you didn't want to ruin his relationship with his real dad just because of this but he was really not giving you any choice whatsoever.

"H-harry I can't-"

"Fine! You know what, stay here! But will you be able to live here while knowing I don't actually want you here right now?" He said rhetorically before storming away. You whimpered as if the words were actually physically painful to listen to. They basically were.

You sank to the floor and cuddled up to Mr. Cuddles while slow tears trickled down your cheeks.

A/N: there will be a part 2 shortly bc I like this one. I love ya'll!

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