Taytum Moore
I walk down the walkway and memories start to crawl back into my mind from the one night I try to forget. My walk turns into a speed walk, trying to get to Harry's house as fast as I can.
"Tanner go fuck yourself!" And after that, he started hitting me. Over and over and over and over...
He pushed me against the wall and I tried to get to the elevator. As much as I tried though he would either grab my hair pulling me back or push my body into the wall by my side.
"HELP! PLEASE SOMEBODY HE-" I screamed as much as I could but after a while, I thought to myself why fight anymore. I'm not good enough right. This was the most he had ever hit me before.
I shake the memory off looking toward the wall opposite from the houses, where Tanner had slammed my head and I wince at the thought. By now I'm running to his house, running up the steps and basically slamming on the door.
Harry opens there looking scared at who he'd find on his doorstep. His face softens when he sees me, with my eyes probably red-rimmed and tears.
"Hey, what happened baby?" He says, looking around behind me to see if there's anyone there.
"Nothing it was just- sorry..." I choke out quietly.
"Why are you saying sorry? Did something happen to you?" He says scanning his eyes all over my body to make sure I'm not hurt.
"Yeah yeah I'm fine. It's just... I don't like walking through there." I say pointing to the walkway behind me.
Harry finally realizes what I'm saying and his face turns into one of sadness. "Oh baby I'm sorry. I didn't even think about that." He says reaching out to grab my hand and pulling me into the house, closing the door behind me.
The last time I walked through there it was three A.M. and I wasn't paying attention to any of my surroundings at all, just trying to get to Harry quickly. I follow Harry into the kitchen seeing that he's cooking.
"You cook?" I say tilting my head to the side looking down at the food with a face of shock.
"Lots of things you don't know about me, Lovey." Harry says, I don't even have to look up at him to know he's smirking. I roll my eyes at his confidence that fills the room. Narcissist. Making my way over to the couch I see a small journal and an acoustic guitar laid out on the couch. The journal has a pencil inside of it holding Harry's page that he left off on. As I take a seat, Harry passes by quickly in front of me startling me over on the couch and picks up the journal.
"Hey! You think I'd go through your diary?" I say, as he takes out the pencil from its place in his journal, marking his page with a sheet of paper I guess he brought over here with him and puts the pencil on the top of his ear.
"No I don't think you would and it's not my diary... it's my lyric journal." He says and I give him a small "oh" under my breath.
"Well I wasn't gonna go through it, pretty boy." I say honestly, even though deep down I know I wanna know what lyrics and music he's coming up with in that head of his.
"I know I just don't want you to see any of the songs yet." He says, my eyes widen at his answer, surprised that he's even thinking of letting me see any of them ever.
"Yet?" I say furrowing my eyebrows.
"Yeah I'll show them to you soon." He says shrugging his shoulders, making his way back over to the kitchen to finish what he was making.
"I didn't know you wrote music..." I say leaning back into the couch comfortably and laying my head down onto the back of the couch.
"Hmm again lots of things you don't know about me, my love." He says from the kitchen, as I hear his shuffle around with the pans.
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Fanfictionshe's a girl that's misunderstood and he's a boy that finds out everything in his life is a lie. she thinks she could never be seriously loved by anyone and he thinks he can't be loved by anyone at all. *MATURE CONTENT*
