Chapter 3

Then he spoke softly. "We need to talk, I know what you are." And her eyes glazed over with fear.

She ripped herself away from him, runnig to her room, slamming every door she passed in an attempt to lose him. When he found her she was cowering in a corner in her room.

"Please, don't, please, don't hurt me." She whispered as he approached.

"I'm not going to, baby, I couldn't bare to lose you, I, I have a seceret of my own, I'm not a Zone Clone that everyone thinks I am. I hate the music, it's horrible, I hate the clothes, they itch like hell, and I, I, I think I love you." He fell quiet. She seemed to have calmed down. She looked at him and he slowly stepped closer. Using his thumb he wiped a tear from her cheek, his hand lingering to cup her face.

"You aren't going to turn me in?" She whispered.

"I'd rather die then turn in my baby."

"So, you don't care?"

"No, I don't all I care about is you. Look, I really like you, and I really hate this place, why don't we run away, together."

"Harry, my parents know, they gave me the name Jackson 5 when I was born, they are bohemians. They raised me, but we're not from around here, my dad is undercover and me and my mom are making it realistic. Baby, we leave the day after your birthday. Unless we get discovered in which case, we run like hell."

He laughed and he hugged her. She hugged him back, resting her head on his chest, listening to the thrum of his heartbeat. "It'll be ok." He reasured her.

"Really, you'd be ok with leaving your family, everyone you ever knew behind you, never seeing them."

"As long as i'm with you, i'll be better than great."

"You mean that?"

"Ofcourse I do. Jackson 5 you're the most rock 'n' roll girl I know. I think I love you baby."

She looked into his eyes, he bent his head down and kissed her passionatly.

The following morning when Jackson 5 woke, she felt something soft and warm beneath her. And a chill up her spine, she sat, clutching the blanket to her body. Looking at his sleeping form, she really didn't want to wake him, yet anyway. Snatching a dress and underwear out of her closet she made way to the bathroom.

Running water roused Harry from his sleep. It took him a second to realise where he was. At some point in the night he had put on his boxers. When she came back in he closed his eyes pretending to be asleep. After five or so minutes he opened one eye to find her looking into the mirror brushing her hair. He walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and brishing her bare shoulder with his lips. "Morning." He murmered.

"Morning. Use the shower, get dressed, my parents are coming home, they said they got found out, we have to run, meet them at the border. If you want to get out of here, now is your chance."

"I'm in. I'll be five minutes."