I bang my fists on the backyard door, looking behind me to see if Anne is there. Nope.Harry opens he door and I throw myself into his arms. When we pull back he looks at the eye Anne punched.
"What happened to your face?" Harry runs his thumb gently over my swollen-shut eye.
"Your mother is psycho!" My eyes start to well up. "She did this!" I walk over to the kitchen and get some ice for my eye. The ice makes my eye sting but go numb afterward.
"What'd she say?" Asks Gemma who is sitting at the kitchen island.
"She asked if me and Harry would be together forever," I hold the ice to my eye then take a seat next to her. "I said 'I don't know... I doubt it' and then she took out a knife and I had to try to defend myself." I take the ice off for a minute then look at my reflection in a fork, for Liam's sake. "Then I start to run, she punched me, I continued to run and when I looked behind me she wasn't there, I could've sworn she was there a couple seconds ago."
The door bell rings and Harry goes. Anne walks in limping, I hug Harry from behind and he pushes me off. Gemma stands in front of me. I feel like a child on the first day of school, all shy and afraid.
"Mum," Gemma and Harry both say. I feel uncomfortable standing there behind Gemma like a shy little child. I just told someone that their mother tried killing me, they must hate me.
"Oh, hello Ali." She smiles at me. What the hell is she trying to do?
"Hi, Mrs Styles." I say, trying to smile back. Very awkward smile.
"Harry, Gemma I need some ice." She holds a hand to her rib cage where I kicked her. "I fell and now my rib cage hurts."
"Sure, mum." Gemma and Harry both go into the kitchen.
"Listen to me, Alison," She spits out at me quietly, I hold my hand on the knife handle in my back pocket. I can't kill her but I'll threaten to. "You will do what ever Harry tells you to, understand?" She walks closer towards me, I tighten the grip on the handle and nod.
"Here." Gemma gives her some ice, I stand by the closet still.
"Oh, Alison what happened to your eye?" Anne asks as innocently as she possibly can. "Harry, go get her some ice." She runs her hand gently over my eye which is probably bruised now.
"Alison, come here!" Harry calls to me from the kitchen. I quickly walk to the kitchen, leaving Gemma with the psychotic Anne.
"Yes?" I ask.
"Here." Harry and I sit in the living room, him holding the ice to my eye. "Mum isn't all bad."
"Harry, she tried killing me." I try to say in a calm voice. Where I'm from if the parents don't like you they usually don't talk to you, not try to kill you. Weird eh?
"Shh," Harry brushes my forehead gently with his thumb, I close my eyes lightly.
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Gemma and I stand in front of the kitchen sink washing the plates from dinner. The tacos were really good, Harry had atleast 8.
"Ali, I understand our mother is crazy," Gemma says so quietly no one can hear besides me. "She's one of those over-protective mothers."
"I understand that but she didn't have to almost kill me" I rinse a plate off then put it in the cupboard.
"Okay, well we're going now." Gemma shouts just loud enough so Harry and Anne could hear in the other room. She dries off her hands and hugs me. "Stay strong." She whsipers in my ear.
"Love you, Gem." I say and she smiles.
"Bye, Harry." Anne says walking out of the front door. "Alison." She says bitterly like she just sucked on a lemon. Real mature.
"Take good care of her, hurt her and I'll hurt you." Gemma says happily but the I'll hurt you part seriously.
We sit on the couch and watch the cars pull out, Gemma last. Anne makes a sharp turn then speeds out. I rest my chin in my hand and sigh quietly. I've had better days than this, worst also.
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Tears roll down my cheeks. "That movie was so good." I say to Harry who I doubt is listening.
"Told you." He pulls me closer into his chest as I nuzzle in. "I'm gonna go get another movie, you make some popcorn."
I pull the box of popcorn out of the cupboard and pull 2 bags out, stick them in the microwave and press in the popcorn button. I listen to the un-even popping sounds in the microwave. Harry comes back up and throws the movie onto the couch and wraps his arms around my waist.
"You're a good cook." Harry whispers seductively into my ear.
"Well, it isn't very hard to make microwavable popcorn." I laugh. Every time he touches me I get butterflies in my stomach like a playground-crush.
"Can't you just take a compliment like a normal person?" Harry lets go of me and grabs some popcorn, we both sit on the couch and watch Insidious. Oh God, a horror movie, I won't be able to sleep for about a week.
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It must be the tenth time I've screamed in the past twenty minutes. I let out another scream and Harry holds me in his arms tighter, my heart nearly pounding out of my chest about to burst.
"Let's turn it off." Harry presses the power button.
"I'm gonna try to go to sleep now." My bottom lips starts to shake.
"Call me if you need anything." Harry kisses my temple and I go.
For once I feel safe. I highly doubt it will last very long.
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You're Mine. |H.S|
Fanfiction"You're mine." Harry pushes me up against the wall and holds his hands to the back of my thigh. "Say it." I just stand there, my stomach feeling like it's about to burst with nervousness. "Say it!" He demands. "I'm yours, Harry." My breathes stutter...
