Young Love

Chapter 9: On Edge

Harley's pov:

"Stay at mine tonight" I said to Alessia as we laid together on the sofa, Bella been put to bed a long time ago

Alessia nodded with a smile

"We will have to share my bed since Bella has taken the spare room or I can sleep on the sofa if you like" i rambled getting nervous

"We can share your bed right?" Alessia said propping her body up to look at me

"Yeah I just didn't want to make you uncomfortable"

"We've slept in the same bed before" Alessia laughed softly

"Here's me trying to be nice and respectful and all you do is laugh" i huffed

"Sorry it's just cute that you got nervous" Alessia smiled down at me

"Come on then, I'm tired and we have training tomorrow"

We both got up, I made sure all the doors were locked and windows shut, a habit I picked up on from my dad when I was younger, and then made my way to bed

"Here's some clothes to sleep in less" I said handing over some old arsenal shorts and a England top

I pulled out a Welsh top with England shorts

"Welsh football top?" Less questioned

"Quarter Welsh" I explained

"Really, which side of the family?"

"Mums side" i smiled at her as I got into bed

"Not everyone can be lucky like you with Italian in them but I'm happy with my Welsh" I teased

"Shut up" Alessia laughed moving closer to me

Alessia got settled laying on me "night harls"

"Night less" I mumbled already falling in a deep sleep

"Get off her!" Me and my older brother shouted as we ran into my mums and dads room after hearing some commotion

My dad was holding onto my mum near her neck while my mum was trying to push him off her

My dad stepped back after hearing his children's voices and tried to act like a victim

My mum was in a crying mess and ran out of the hotel room we were staying in on holiday

I moved to look out of the window that overlooked the sea and the entrance of the hotel

My mum was sat on one of the benches looking out at the sea while it was pitch black

"She started this whole thing" My dad defended himself

My brother and I were only 9 and 14 at the time, we were scared of our dad and never dared disagree with him, we stayed silent while dad walked around the flat trying to process everything

Around 30 minutes later mum walked back into the flat, I remember running up to her and pulling her into a hug

My dad came storming out of the bedroom and started to claim my mum ripped his shirt and caused these marks on his arms

My brother and I just stood hopeless as we watched our parents argue, hopping that our younger brother wouldn't wake up and have to experience what we had just gone through

My dad stormed back into their bedroom and slammed the door shut

"I'll sleep on the sofa, you two go to sleep it will be okay" my mum tried to reassure