As I stumbled out of the car, at the top of my street, I gave Harry a quickly glance before walking down the path. His face was hard and displayed no emotion. It was the way it usually was when he stared at me for the past two weeks.

I walked down the path after Harry zoomed straight passed me. And as I arrived at the large mansion I have to call my house, I opened the large gates, by punching in a code and proceeding up the driveway. I unlocked the door, meeting the angry faces of my parents, "Where on Earth have you been Diana Rose Smith?!", My mother snapped angrily. My father stood next to her with the same look on his face, though he seemed more sympathetic than my mother. My two older sisters stood behind them on the large stairs with smirks on their faces.
"I was talking to Mr. Jones, my math teacher. He wanted to congratulate me on my good grades and how much effort I am putting into my work", I lie.
My sisters smirks drop and they look more jealous than anything. And my parents angry face slightly turn to normal ones. "Oh. Well, good", My mother says before the maid Lily came in clapping her hands and declaring dinner to be ready.

My family walked poshly and quickly into the large dining room, taking their seats. I follow them in and take mine. Soon enough, a plate full of food was placed in front of me.

Let's just say that I didn't like that dinner. I don't like any family dinners.



I walked up to my bedroom after my parents dismissed myself and my sisters. I stumbled up the stairs and made my way to my bedroom. I closed the door behind me and stared back at my large bedroom.
The bed was larger than a normal bed. I’m not sure why my parents persisted that they brought me that bed, I only take up a small amount of space and I don’t move when I am asleep. I like to cuddle.

As I made my way in my unusually large wardrobe, which was almost the size of my bedroom. I pulled out A duffel bag and a suitcase. As I dropped them to the floor, opening them both up, I stopped.
Why should I listen to him? I’m pretty sure he is just some guy who wants to get into my pants because he thinks I am an easy target.
But, he was right. I am sick of my parents always controlling me. And I’m sick of my sisters always being perfect.
So maybe I should go?

Without thinking, I began to neatly fold clothes and things I needed into both of the bags. I looked at the time, 9:15.
I swiftly ran out to my bedroom, staring at the large doors that opened up to my balcony. Taking deathly slow steps towards the door, I contemplated running into my bathroom and locking myself in. Harry would never suspect I was in there. Would he?
And without thinking, like always, my hand slowly reached the lock on the door, flicking it before taking three quick steps back. “Unlocked”, I whispered, barely able to hear myself. There was no doubt about it, I was scared.
Scared that my parents would find out.
Scared that I couldn’t trust Harry.
What am I saying? Of course I can’t trust Harry!
But maybe that’s what I needed. Maybe he can help me find a more…laid back side of life. Maybe.

A quickly walked back to my bed, sitting on it and letting out a large sigh.
My parents will be in here soon, to check that I am asleep.
I quickly ran to my wardrobe, slipping my nightgown on. Even though I was quite conservative, my night gown definitely shows too much. It’s short, and low cut, loose and very see through. It didn’t have sleeves, just thick straps.
I pulled down the fluffy duvet and sheets, before making sure everything was in its place. My bags were hidden under my bed and my handbag on the little hook by the door, I was ready to go. I had literally packed all my toiletries and so many clothes and everything.
I flicked my lights off, keeping the night light in my wardrobe on, which sent a little glow throughout my room. I liked it.
“Mr. Muffles!”, I gasped, rather loud. I quickly rummaged through my pillows, desperately searching for my most favorite thing. “There you are!”, I giggle, seeing the small teddy bear that I had since I was a baby. I couldn’t sleep or go anywhere without it!
Pulling the blankets over me quickly, the door pried open and I snapped my eyes closed, making sure she thought I was asleep.
My eyes were slightly opened, although you wouldn’t be able to see in the dark, and I watched my mother nod briefly before closing my door and her footsteps slowly faded.
I’ll be 18 in a month and she is still checking on me! She is still checking on my sisters who are 19 and 21 for heaven’s sake!
I let out a little sigh and made a mental list, checking everything off and making sure I had everything I needed. “I don’t know why I’m doing this”, I sigh quietly to myself.

My night consisted of having small little naps, waking up constantly to check the time. 9:45, 10:30, 11:00, 11:50.
I decided to stay awake when I saw that last time, only 10 minutes and I didn’t want to be asleep in case he showed up early.
I was ripped from my thoughts when I heard a little thud and my balcony double door handles turn. I stared at the door, not able to move as it opened and a tall curly haired boy stepped inside. I couldn’t see his face, because it was dark but I knew it was Harry from his figure and hair.
I flicked my lamp on, sitting up in bed. His face became visible.
I blushed a little after seeing how his perfect and flawless face grew into a smirk and he stepped toward me, not caring to close the door. His steps were large. They were more like strides. I quickly jumped out of bed, looking at him as his smirk grew into a cheeky grin and he was right in front of me.
He began to eye me up and down, making me feel a little self -conscious and nervous and it only grew once one of his large hands gripped my waist as he observed me. “You sleep in this?”
“Yes”, I say quietly.
“So hot”, his voice was raspy and husky and a little louder than before.
“Keep your voice down”, I hiss.
“Feisty. I like it”, he smirked, “You know babe, I’m enjoying seeing you all shy one minute and feisty the next. I like a variety”, his hands travelled down to my hips and to my thighs. My bare skin. He then began to draw his hands back up, taking my nightgown with them, exposing my white underwear and tanned torso.
I let out a quiet gasp, trying to pull my dress down, but he stopped me, “Don’t be shy. Be cheeky”, he smirked again, looking over my shoulder. At that moment, I knew he was looking at my bum.
“Let’s just go”, I say quickly, pulling away and stepping into my UGG boots that sat next to my bed.
“Do you have pants?”, he frowned, eyeing my thighs.
“I packed them away. I’m kind of in a rush and I wasn’t thinking”, I say, standing up and pulling out my bags. I set a note in a light pink envelope on my pillow and grabbed Mr. Muffles. Harry smirked, looking very amused.
“Aren’t you a little old to be carrying stuffed toys around?”, he asked. I blushed.
“I’ve had Mr. Muffles since I was a baby. I can’t leave without him”, I say. A light from the corridor flickered on outside my bedroom. Harry quickly picked up the bags and moved outside, closing the balcony doors and making himself non-visible and I threw myself into bed, pulling the duvet up.
My bedroom door opened and my father stood there with a frown on his face. He looked around the room before shaking his head and closing the door.
The lights turned off and Harry threw the door opened again. I grabbed my large handbag and gently put Mr. Muffles inside, but not before kissing his head. I tip toed over to Harry and he looked down at me, “Are you ready?”
I slowly nodded, looking up at him through my long dark lashes.

He placed a hand on the small of my back, leading me to the balcony and closing the doors gently.

“Did you climb up to the tree house?”, I asked, looking at the large tree right next to my balcony. One of the thick branches came right up to my railing and the treehouse sat in the middle of the tree.

He nodded, grabbing hold of both my bags and he jumped over my railing and onto the branch, quickly walking over until he reached my tree house where he set my bags down.
I haven’t climbed on this branch in a long time. I haven’t even been into the treehouse in almost 5 years. So I was a little scared.

Harry walked back over, standing right in front of me, “I’ll help you”
I nodded, gasping as he grabbed onto my waist from behind and lifting me so I stood on the railing. He then climbed up and guided me onto the branch, keeping himself behind me so that my back was against his front. He slowly guided me across the branch and into the tree house.

“Fan of the Backstreet Boys?”, he asked in a serious tone, looking at my dozens of posters of that boy band across all four walls.
I nodded shyly before I wanted Harry push both my bags down the slide, which only made a little bit of noise. He then guided me to the slide, “Not a good idea”, he then said, looking at my clammy skin.
It would make a noise when I went down if I was sweaty like I am.

“Rope stairs”, I say, pointing to the rope ladder.
“Didn’t see that there”, Harry says.
“How’d you get up here then?”, I asked, frowning.
“I climbed the tree”, he said, pointing out of the treehouse window to another branch that was pushed against the side of the tree house. How on Earth did he climb a tree this big?
I nodded, walking towards the ladder before slowly climbing down.
Harry followed my movements then grabbing both my bags and guided me down the street where he dropped me off previously in the afternoon.

He put my bags in the boot and I set myself into the car and waited for him.

Moments later, we were zooming off down the street.