Found - Harry Styles [AU]

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He found me.

I don't know how and I don't get why. I left him behind for a reason.

He found me.

It had been six years. I thought he would've given up by now. How could you search for someone for six years and not realise that maybe they don't want to be found. I didn't want to be found, its why I made it so hard for someone to find me, especially Harry. I couldn't have anyone finding me, even if it was the love of my life. I had to live without him, to be safe for myself and for William.

But he found me.

Six years I had got away with it. Got away from my old life that I didn't want, not only for me but for William. He didn't deserve the life I had, I just couldn't do that to him. It was the worst thing ever and I want him to have a normal life, well as close to normal as he can. So far it was going good. I had lived six years with no stress of being found or having to protect me or my son. I had six years of what it would've been like if I weren't in a gang to begin with, and I loved it. I loved not having to worry or stress about things. I loved it so much that I thought that this was going to be ok for me. But of course I have such bad like because my old life is now catching up with me again.

Everything was fine.

Before he found me. Before he made me and my son known to my old life, something I didn't want to happen, ever.

Everything was fine.

There are still people out there for me. Harry may not know this but I know it. They contacted me a month before I gave birth and that's when I disappeared and came here. Since then no one has contacted me or found me. However now, now Harry knows where I am which means they cant be far behind.

Everything was fine.

As I drove me and William home I was so lost in my thoughts. I didn't know what I should do. I cant let William have the life I had. I will protect my son no matter what and that's what I'm going to do.

I know it might sound dramatic but if Harry found me it will only be a couple more day maybe even a week before the people who are after me find me. However unlike Harry who just wanted to be reunited, these people want me dead.

"Mummy?" William asked confused.

I looked at him and noticed I had parked outside of our house but hadn't moved.

"Sorry honey, lets go in yea?" I smiled at him as he nodded, jumping out the car, running up to the door.

I slowly got out the car and locked it behind me before looking around. Great. Now I was stressed and worried like before. Once I realised no one was here, I walked into the house with William.

"Get ready for bed Will!" I shouted up at him as he darted up the stairs.

"But Mum." He wined and I gave him the mum look I had adopted since I had him.

"Now" I said.

He slowly shrugged off to the bathroom to brush his teeth before getting changed in his pyjamas. I sighed as walked into the kitchen getting a sandwich ready for us, for dinner as I didn't realise how late it was now.

"Mummy are you ok?" I heard his delicate little voice call from the kitchen doorway.

I looked down at my hands and only just noticed how aggressively I was chopping the ingredients to go in the sandwiches.

"Of course I am sweetie" I said, putting the knife down and turning to look at him.

He stood there in his superman pyjamas looking so tired, making him look even more innocent. As he rubbed his eyes I couldn't help but think of Harry. He resembles him so much, sometimes it hurts me to look at William. He has Harry's curly locks and green eyes but seeing him standing there all tired just reminds me of Harry in the mornings. How his voice was so raspy and how he would always rub his eyes before opening them. He looked so cute when he was tired and I couldn't help but think his son looked the same.