Everything's Not Lost [EDITING]

Chapter 10|| Hurts Like Heaven

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Play the song at the side while reading the chapter!! It really fits in with this part (well most of this chapter anyways) :D

Hope you enjoy the chapter xx

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*Lucy's POV*

The nervousness came over him like it did when he asked me to comeover for dinner. I'm getting extremly anxious and worried. "Harry, you're scaring me," I tell him.

"I um.. was just.. gonna ask if you wanted to sleep.. on the bed tonight," He finished but seemed unsure.
"Oh, yeah. Sure," I reply. "Is that all?" 

"Yeah," 

I begin to walk out of the room, Harry shortly following me.

"Oh, just in time for dinner," Anne smiles.

We go immediately to the kitchen and sit down. Today Anne's made Chicken Curry,  I dig straight in, this was the first real meal I've had all day. I literally ate granola bars all day. The front door flies open, I sure hope it's not Jessie. I look up to see a man, he enters and kisses Anne. 

"Hello, Honey." He greets Anne. "Who's this pretty young lady?" Robin refers to me.

"This is Lucy, you remember Lucille?" The two smile straight at me, which is getting kind of creepy.
"No way," he says in disbelief. "You've really grown up, haven't you?" He chuckles, setting his briefcase on the floor. "Nice seeing you again," He takes a seat next to Anne. I nod.

I look up at Harry who's opposite me, he's already staring at me with his innocent emerald eyes, he's smirking showing his dimples, which is quite adorable. The unknown amounts of girls he's slept with and the sight of him punching Connor comes to mind, making me frown. I finish my food and take my plate over to the sink. When I turn around Harry's smiling at me.

"What?" I ask.

"You ready to go to bed?" He asks.

"It's only 9, it's early," I tell him.

"We can always get a headstart," He wraps his hands around my waist while I wash the dishes. I gasp, feeling the butterflies once again.

We walk upstairs into Harry's room, he takes my bag out of the wardrobe, what's it doing in there? 

"Thanks" I say as he hands me my bag, I shuffle through it to find a loose fitting shirt but I don't find any.
"What are you looking for?" He notices my frustration.
"A shirt," I dig deeper in my bag. "Here," he tosses one of his many black Tshirts at me. 

"Thanks, now turn around," I demand.
"Why?" He smirks.

"Because I'm changing, you perv," I shout. "TURN," I demand. 
He groans, turning around. I quickly remove my shirt, leaving my bra on.
I slip on his large shirt, "done," I pull my hair out of the tshirt, bringing it ontop of my chest.

He removes his shirt, I admire his inked, toned body. 
"Stop drooling," he smirks. 

"I-I wasn't," I look away, putting the stuff I brought out back into my bag.
"Sure, Don't worry, I know I'm hot," he winks.

"You're full of yourself," I roll my eyes. 
From outside, I hear police sirens blaring. I look out the window to see my yard across the street is full of Police cars. "My house!" I shout. 

"What what what?" Harry rushes to my side, the sight of police cars fill his eyes.
"C'mon," He grabs my hand, leading me downstairs and out the front door. 
We ran across the street, I pushed by the groups of policemen standing with each other.

"Excuse me m'am, you're not allowed to pass," One of them stop me.
"You don't understand, my father is in there!" I exclaim.
"Are you related to him as well?" He asks Harry about my father and he shakes his head. "Please stay here, you may go." I walked into my house, leaving Harry behind. Inside, there are more policemen surrounding my living room. 

"What's happening? Where's my father?" I ask one of them, Officer Rivers, her nametag read.

"We received a call from your neighbors. Your father, was at a pub this evening, he was completely intoxicated, he beat a few people up there, he came home with some guys, we assume. He brutally injured a few of them," she explains to me.

"Where is he now? What's going to happen?" I tremble.

"Well, he will stay with us downtown overnight, and then we will put him on trial, if he's proven guilty, the court will decide how long he will be imprisoned for," 

"What will happen to me?" 

"Do you have any family members you can live with from now on?" She asks me.

"Yeah, my cousin lives a few streets away,"

"We need them to sign some papers downtown tomorrow to be your temporary guardian but for right now, you need to stay somewhere for the night, do you have anyone in this neighborhood you can stay with?

"Yeah, my friend lives across the street," I tell her, tears forming in my eyes.

"Very well, take care," She turns away from me.

I walk around my house, then upstairs to grab a few more things. I walk downstairs, taking a glimpse of the trashed living room, blood stains the carpets, broken chairs and tables. Glass particles are everywhere.

My dad must have lost it. I am quite upset that my dad would go this far. He was never really the same since my mum died. 
"You alright?" Harry asks embracing me once I made my way outside. I begin to cry into his shoulder.

"Everything will be alright, come on," I puts an arm around my shoulder and we across the street.

He held onto my hand the walk home, he opens the door. 
We dragged our feet upstairs where I crashed on his bed, crying into the pillow I was going to sleep on.
I felt his arms wrapping around me when he crawled up next to me. I snuggle up to his chest, wetting his shirt with my tears. I'm glad he put aside his asshole attitude and comforted me.