Runaway thief...

-----Harry's POV------

What had just happened? Had Kaila just kissed me, and why? I still felt the tingle that she had left on my lips. For the first time in a while I had smiled, until the handcuff's strangled my hands. I watched to see her face, but when my eyes reopened she was shouting at the policeman who was arresting her! What had she done?

I couldn't quite take it all in at once. My head pounded with the pain of one of Joe's punches, and I could feel the blood trickling down my fore-head an knuckles. I was pulled along, and I looked around staring in to all the faces, now shocked and surprised.

As I walked along I could hear myself cursing, and yet it was like an outta body experience as I walked along. I hadn't been arrested in a while, and I wasn't sure why I was so confused and shocked by the situation. Maybe Kaila's kiss had affected me in some way, but it couldn't have I was immune to feelings, and emotion when it came to that stuff. Or was I?

I was pushed towards the front door and out in to the open, where two police vans awaited us. As I tried to pull away to get back in the house, a police man walked up to me and punched me right in the stomach. I bended over twisting in pain. I looked up from where I was and saw Kaila staring back at me. She had screamed "NO" as they did so, and picked me up to dump me in the car, and I saw her vivid greeny bluey eyes light up in shock.

-----Kaila's POV------

I watched Harry's face contort in pain, as the policeman punched him right in the ribs. His whole body seemed to crumple as it happened. I screamed out "NO!!". Never had I seen policemen so violent, and over such a pety crime, compared to some things, like stealing 5 grand.

I was pushed in to the car, and Steve sat between me and Harry. I looked over to see Harry still crouched over, unable to comfort his stomach with his hand-cuffed hands. I saw the anger building, and he actually looked quite frightening, sitting all bundled up, like he was ready to open out and explode.

We were instructed to sit in silence. I stared out the window, wondering what was going to happen next. Why had I even tried to get Harry out of it. It was his own fault this happened, and if I hadn't had tried to help I wouldn't have been here right now. This was so stupid, why had the police reacted so violently, it wasn't like them. They could have just split the two boys up, and told us all to stop the party and go home, but no, we had to be arrested.

We pulled up to the familiar, and dark building, that was looming up ahead. I was pushed out by Steve, and pulled along in to the police station, then thrown in to the changing room. We were told to get in to the clothes laid out, as all of ours would have been too cold for the cells here. I was aloud to wear my own shoes though. They took away all that we had on us, and were sent in to a room where we would be cleaned up.

As I looked in the mirror in this simple room, I noticed blood all over my face. It must have rubbed on to my face when I had kissed Harry. I washed it all of, and tried to cool my red face. My eyes were blood shot red, and had lost all there natural colour, turning a dark grey, blue colour. I removed all my make-up, or rather mascara, as it was the only make-up thing I usually wore.

Then I was pulled out the room and thrown in to a cell. I sat there for a while on the edge of the bed, and waited. It gave me a while to think. Harry had once again just ignored me, even after I had asked him a question. This was doing my head in, but why? Like Harry said 'why did I care, about him talking to me, or ignoring me?'. I didn't know the answer. There was another subject I was trying to push out of my thoughts, but it kept on popping up.

I had kissed Harry! The worse thing was he had kissed me back. I had also kind of enjoyed it. It made me feel loved, and needed for only a second. I cant admit out loud but to myself I can say that I did like it. His lips were soft, and the heat he radiated made me feel at ease, and comforted. Suddenly the cell doors were opened and Harry was thrown in with me.

Something told me Harry was still in pain, as he crawled over to the bed. I got up and helped him up on to it. He looked so weak, and yet so much more angry now. It was a painful sight to see, and a weird one. Usually he always looked in charge, and powerful. Like he was so much stronger and almighty than everyone else, but that wasn't the case now. I saw a single tear stain on his cheek. That was weird I had never seen him cry, and yet he wasn't crying. He had probably seen that one tear, and held the rest back, just like me.

"Kaila" a faint whisper came from him, but he seemed really badly winded. "Yes" I said as caringly as I could muster. With all those other things I wanted to say pushing forward I felt the erge to shout and make him feel bad. He had made me feel so stupid, and un-needed by ignoring me that I really wanted to fight with him. But all my energy was gone so I just sat by him and listened as he tried to speak. "I...I wanted......to say....I'm sorry......for ignoring.......you.......". I smiled, wow that's a first I thought. "Thanks" I said trying not to seem caring. "And.....and..........I know....why that.....it must have........looked...weird...for me to.....be there one minute........but not the next........". I nodded, still looking forward at the cell bars. "I'm sorry......". I tried to keep my head forward, but I couldn't. I turned to see him, his eyes were slowly closing.

The night went on, and before I knew it the clock on the wall had struck 2AM. I yawned, and tried to close my eyes, but I couldn't. I felt like I was on guard for Harry, like I needed to protect him from those police men who had done this to him. At half two the police man on guard pushed a bowl of water through the little gap between the floor, and the gate. I took it, and used my jacket as a towel. Slowly dabbing Harry's face, where the bruises and marks were, and wiping his smashed knuckles. He must have hit really hard, as it looked like they were indented, but it must have been from all his other fights. Suddenly I felt like I was his Mum, or sister, caring for him, lovingly. I slowly kissed his knuckles, then began doing the same to the bruises on his face. Then I noticed a cut on his lips, that I kissed as well. For the second time I felt the warm feeling I had felt before. At once I stopped. I cant become like one of his slaves, no-one could control me anyway, we would end up killing on-another. So I sat back down against the wall, leaving my love and care for him, behind.

I sat there for a while, just looking in to his face. It looked so rested and peaceful. Such a difference from before, and how he was with his mates. He always looked irritated and angry. I guess he got that all out on all the girls he fucks with, not just physically, but mentally. Just look what he's done to girls like Chloe, or Louise. They literally worship him, and fall down at his knees with one look. He's turned them all in to his sex slaves, and yet you wouldn't believe it possible if I told you whilst looking at his face now.

-----Next Morning-----

Harry's POV-

I opened my eyes, feeling the weight of something wet and cold on my fore-head. I pulled it down, realising it was Kaila's jacket. I turned to see her spread out fast asleep on the floor, with no jacket on. Had she been looking after me?

Notes

Hey!!!!

hope this was all-right

What's up with Harry, and Kaila?

Is she gonna fall for him like all the other girls? (I think not)

Do you remember her illness, what's happening with that?

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