Runaway thief...

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

I peered over the bed, to look down at Kaila who was on the floor, sleeping curled up, resting on her arm. I glanced at her back, all those scars. This time I got to have a longer look at them, and I was right they did look old, and healed. But how would she have come to get those, especially with her resistant stubborn personality. I had the erge to feel along her back, and to see how deep they were, but I stopped as she moved around in her sleep. She looked so vulnerable and innocent, and yet she couldn't have been, as she had some sort of record that was bad. Also it looked like she was familiar with some of the police men!

A sound came from the cell door, and I jolted up, along with Kaila, who must have been awake before. It shocked me a bit, with her sudden reaction. She looked alert and ready, as though she had been awake for hours. I studied her face, and saw the dark circles around her eyes, and the red in her cheeks and lips. I also noticed sweat forming on her fore-head. Oh no, was she ill again. I was starting to think there was something the matter with her health.

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

I jolted up right to see Steve standing at the door, unlocking it. I glanced over at Harry who was looking at my back. I suddenly became conscious that my back was half exposed, revealing all my scars. I panicked a bit, and snatched the jacket of him, and quickly wrapped it around me. He scoffed, laughing a bit at my quick reaction. "All-right you two are out of here today, Harry your Mum's here, and Kaila, Stacy's here......again". Talk about making it obvious that I had been in prison before. I shot up and stormed out the room, not daring to even look at Harry.

I quickly signed all the papers again, however there were a few less than usual. I walked out Stacy running to catch up with me. "Midnight, what happened, I know you didn't take anything!". "Please Stacy I'm not in the mood I just want to get home". Once more for the third time, this apparent illness was taking over me. "Ok look, you dont have to say exactly but who was that boy in there with you?". "Harry, and before you get any ideas about us two, then think again, he's a douche" "language, but ok, how so?" "He's always sleeping around, getting in to fights, and just generally purposely trying to annoy me". She laughed.

"What's so funny" "Nothing, has any of those things got anything to do with the fact you and him and that other kid got arrested?" "Yeah". She mouthed the word 'oh', and turned to the car. It was now chucking it down with rain, and my hot temperature was brought right down immediately. I was now shaking, as I got in to Stacy's car. I noticed Harry in the wing mirror with his Mum, walking in the rain. I told Stacy to drive, but she had noticed them. "oh no, should we give them a lift". Before I could resist, she wound down the window, and shouted over me. "DO YOU WANT A LIFT?" Harry's Mum recognised me, and nodded, thanking Stacy. The two of them climbed in the car.

The journey consisted of Stacy and Harry's Mum chatting whilst me and Harry sat in silence, listening. When we got to their house, they climbed out. Just as Stacy was about to drive away, Harry's Mum intervened. "Oh Kaila would you like to come round for a bit, as you and Harry are friends right". I couldn't say no, and that he was total high, hot headed, player could I. "OH yes she'd love to" Stacy said, pushing me out the car door, back in to the rain. She winked at me. I rolled my eyes at her, and gave her an evil smile as I walked round, and in to the house.

Harry's Mum welcomed me in, and called Harry down-stairs. "Harry!". He didn't respond but I soon heard footsteps from up-stairs, and then down the staircase. He re-appeared at the middle of the stairs only wearing his boxers. At first he looked shocked that I was in his house, but then smiled at my reaction. I hadn't realised I was just staring at his bare chest, that had one tattoo right in the middle, just above his six pack! I quickly turned to look around, avoiding his devilish smile. "OH hey Kaila, come on up". His Mum smiled, and gestured for me to follow him. She obviously thought Harry was completely innocent.

I tried to put on a smile, and then followed him up. I heard his Mum call from behind me. "Harry find something for Kaila to wear, she's soaked through". I remembered I was only wearing a plain white T-shirt, and some skin tight trousers, that were, as she had said, soaked through. My navy bra was completely obvious, and the outline of my matching pants, was clear through the black trousers. I pretended not to know, and ran up the stairs desperate to get in to anything else, anything.

I walked in to the room I had seen Harry walk in to, and I was hit my the smell of alcohol, and weed. I coughed, as I pushed through the piles of clothes covering his room floor. I knew this kind of room, it was a boy's room. He laughed at me, when he saw my appalled facial expression. "What you never seen a boys bedroom before". "Mm yeah and this is a perfect example of why I have only a few times". He kicked up something from the floor, and chucked it at me, then another thing. One of them was a hideous shirt, and the other a pair of shorts, that clearly weren't Harry's. "I cant wear these" I said holding up the tiny shorts. "Why not?". I laughed "because they belong to some slut you've fucked in here", he chuckled. "Ok then stay cold and wet" he glanced down at my breast, and I felt so self-conscious as I remembered my bra. "Fine". I turned to get changed. "you can get changed in here if you want". I ignored his comment, as I locked the bathroom door.

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

I changed in to some tracky bottoms and a t-shirt, then lay on my bed, staring at my phone. I heard the bathroom door re-open, and didn't turn around, pretending not to be excited about what she might look like in those short shorts. I didn't pick those for no reason you know.

She strolled in and sat down on the end of my bed, and shook the towel around her hair. As the towel fell down, her long curly, yet sexily messy hair fell down around her shoulders. She stood up to reach for her clothes, and as she did I caught a glimpse of her ass in those shorts. She looked really hot right now, but I refused to show it, so I stayed facing down on my phone as she turned around.

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

What was I supposed to do now. We weren't friends, and so I wasn't prepared to have a deep conversation with him. I stood there watching him on his phone, waiting for him to do anything. He looked totally dis-interested, as if I wasn't even in the room. I coughed to get his attention. He turned to look at me, his eyes wandering up and down my body. I had to get it over with at some point, so I just waited a bit longer, then came to sit down on the bed.

"you look good", I scoffed at his comment trying to catch a glimpse of his phone. "Ah ah, dont look" "Why not, who are you texting?". I tried to see, so I crawled forward reaching for his phone. "Stop Kaila!" he shouted, clearly getting irretated. "what have you got to hide Styles, the boys who lets everyone know everything" I teased, his smiled leaving his face. "Oh My God your annoying!" he shouted pushing my belly, away from the phone. We were almost wrestling on the bed, as I tried to reach his phone. Then he pushed me really hard, showing his full force. It sent me flying of him, and on to the end of the bed. I almost fell of it, but grabbed on to his foot at the last moment.

I stared at him for a second, slightly in shock. Then the two of us burst out in laughter...

Notes

Hey
hope you liked this

What is going on? who knows what will happen next in Runaway theif?

Will they become friends?

And what is up with this never ending illness of Kaila's?

Lots of hugs and kisses
Ellie xxx