Mum & Dad,

If you are reading this, you now know that I have left. I'm sorry that I didn't talk to you about this or give you any sort of warning, but I knew you would try and stop me. Mum, you would lock me in the basement if you found out. And dad, you would ground me for a lifetime.
Please, I need my space. I didn't leave because I hate you. I didn't leave because I was being mistreated. I left because I'm tired of always having to please you. I don't want my parents to constantly pressure me about my life.
I'm a teenager, almost 18 and I feel that you should let me out into the big world and let me explore. You've always kept a tight grip on me and I don't want to have to do everything you have always dreamed of all your children doing.
I want to make my own dreams. My own destiny. I want to choose how I spend my life and who I spend it with.

Don't get me wrong, I love you both with all my heart, but you need to let go.
Don't bother trying to contact me, I left my phone and everything here at home.
This won't be forever, but for as long as I need. And as long as you both need to let go.

No matter what, I will always remember how I was raised to respect and be elegant.

Love always,
Diana x

My letter to my parents was short, but it got straight to the point.
As I sit in Harry's car, staring out the window, lost in my thoughts, I remember every word I wrote into that page.

As I drowned in my thoughts and memories, a large hand entwined with mine. I look up and across to the boy driving. His face was hard and filled with no emotion what so ever. I don't know if he just wanted to hold my hand, or If he was trying to comfort me.
I'm heading to the first option.
"So, where are we going?", I ask.
"My place. But only for 5 minutes. We need to get to the airport", he says.
London.
I wanted to smile, but I was concerned. "M-my passport. I don't have it. Or a plane ticket"
"Don't worry, I brought the plane tickets last night on line and I took your passport from your fathers office at your house before I came up to get you"
He broke into my house!


As we arrived at Harry's house, he guided me out and let me sit on his lounge while he grabbed all his things. He already had his bags packed, but he just needed to grab his phone, wallet and other things. When he came down, he glanced at me and then at my handbag, "Can I?"
I nodded, watching as he threw his things into my bag. Careful of Mr. Muffles!
"Okay, come on", he says, walking towards his door.
"What about your house?", I ask as we got into his car.
"I have a friend who brought if off me", he said simply and bluntly.
"And your car?", I ask another question. He didn't look too pleased.
"He's shipping it over", he doesn't take his eyes off the road.
"When?", I ask curiously.
"Do you always ask this many fucking questions?", he spat, "Because it is starting to really piss me off"
I shrunk back into my seat, watching the road, trying not to show my fear.

We didn't talk for the rest of the long car trip to the other side of the city to get to the International Airport. He just blasted his music really loudly. I didn't care though.


As we arrived at the airport, Harry parked the car in the underground car park building, before getting out of the car and walking to the back of the car to get the bags out.
I slowly got out, contemplating whether or not I should just back out before it's too late.
But I didn't want to back out. So I didn't.
I closed my car door, also walking to the back of the car and grabbing hold of the handle of my suitcase that Harry had set on the ground.
I grabbed my duffel bag after hooking my handbag over my suitcase handle and watched as Harry threw his keys into the trunk before shutting it, without locking it.
Sure, he had locked the car, but not the trunk.
Maybe it was for his friend to be able to get out the keys to drive the car home. Yeah, that must be it.

Harry picked up his bags and gave me a glance before grunting, "Come on" and started walking towards the lift.
I followed him quickly, trying to keep up with him.
As we stepped into the elevator, Harry stared at me.
I kept my gaze onto the floor, knowing that it would be weird if we just stared at each other.
He continued to stare but then slammed his hand onto the emergency stop button.
"What the hell?", I fall forwards, against the mirror wall.
"You're in your sleep wear", he says, unzipping my duffel bag and rummaging through my clothes. My underwear.
Oh god, he's right! I can't go out into public like this!
He picked out black leggings and continuously grunted as he tried to find a top. "Where are your fucking shirts?"
"In my suitcase, but its locked", I say quietly. He was messing my clothes up, they weren't neat anymore.
"Blood hell", he sighed before unzipping his own duffel bag and pulling out one of his baggy sweaters. "Here. Now get changed"
"Here?", I asked, frowning.
"Yes, here"
"Turn around", I say.
"I will still be able to see you", he says, annoyed.
"Cover your eyes", I say and he grunts again, finally giving up. He slams his hand of his eyes.
I attempt to unbutton myself from the back of my nightgown, but am unsuccessful, "Uh..Harry?"
He removes his hand and looks at me, a small smirk emerges on his face as I slowly turn around and pull my hair over my neck. His fingers brushed against my shoulder before slowly un-doing the buttons. "We don't have all day", he says as he finished and then dangled a bra in my face. I took it from him, completely embarrassed before telling him to cover his eyes again.
I quickly got into my bra and I was standing in my underwear as I peered over at Harry who was now staring at me. I let out a little squeal, covering myself with his sweater. "Don't be pathetic, I've seen it all before"
"You haven't seen me before. Now cover your eyes and NO peaking!", I whine. He rolls his eyes, covering his eyes and I quickly threw the sweater over me, discovering that it was quite big. I slipped on the leggings and my UGGS and threw my nightgown into my duffel bag. I made sure I looked alright in the mirror before telling Harry I was done.
"Finally", he breathed out, with no expression on his face. Once again...

The lift started moving again and before you know it, we were inside the building.
"Stay close to me", Harry said. I nodded, but stayed silent.

Well, this is going to be an interesting trip.