Era: Fetus Harry
Y/n's Pov
I was laying in bed, getting ready for bed when my phone dinged. I look at my phone screen and see a text from Harry, my boyfriend. Once I read it, my heart dropped.
"I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, but I was wondering if you could come over? It's happening again and I need you. Please."
My heart goes out to him. His parents are constantly arguing now. I think we all know where that's going to end up. I hate that so much. He doesn't deserve to go through something like that, especially at sixteen years old. Nobody deserves that.
Without a second doubt, I get out of bed as quick as I can and put my shoes on. I quickly text him back saying I'm on my way and grab my car keys. I tell my parents I'm going to Harry's and leave. They don't think much because it's Saturday night and there's no school tomorrow.
I quickly, but safely drive to Harry's house and park my car on the side of the street and walk up to his house. I don't knock on the front door, for obvious reasons. I sneak into the backyard and climb a tree, and knock on his bedroom window.
I've done this plenty of times. For this reason but for other reasons as well. Over time, I've developed a certain knock. So now every time we sneak into each other's houses, we have a knock. I use that knock once more to let him know I'm here.
He's quick to open the window and lets me in. I climb into his room and shut the window behind me. I take off my shoes and walk us over to his bed, laying down, bringing him with me. I wrap his arms around my waist for him, wrapping my own arms around his shoulders. One of my hands tangle in his curls and massage his scalp.
I hear sobs leave his mouth as he grips my waist tightly. I massage his scalp and rub his back, letting him cry as much as he needs. I litter kisses on his forehead in hopes of comfort.
I hear his parents loud voices downstairs. My heart breaks even more. I hope they realize what their doing to their kids. How it's affecting them. I have one in my arms right now, completely broken. I can only imagine how Gemma is right now.
"W-why can't th-they s-stop," he stutters in my chest. He pulls me closer to him as his mom yells louder.
"I don't know, baby. I'm so sorry," I whisper to him. I bring my hand up to his cheeks, wiping his tears away. His cheeks are beat red and probably stinging at this point. "You're going to be alright, I promise. Everything will work out for your family."
"I-it doesn't f-feel li-like it," he hiccups.
"I know it doesn't, you just have to give it time. As cliché as it sounds, time really does heal. Maybe not tomorrow, or ten years. Time works funny but it'll work out."
"R-really?" He looks up at me through his painful tears, with insecurity in his green eyes.
"I promise. I wouldn't tell you that if I didn't believe it," I reply as I move curls out of his eyes.
"I love you so much," he whispers, new tears welling in his eyes.
"I love you so much more," I whisper back.
I lean down and kiss his chapped lips. He kisses me back passionately, showing his love for me.
"Always and forever," I whisper into his lips.
A small smile grace his lips, "there it is. The beautiful smile I love so much," I whisper. He smiles again, "because of you."
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