The Childhood Memory

Chapter Fourteen: The Old Diary

Why does Harry always do this? He's always scaring the hell out of me. I don't even know what is he talking about. About the thing that made my life miserable and traumatic. I can't remember anything, which makes me wonder why.

We drove back to the Style's mansion with Niall. I can't stop myself from staring at him, he's just so perfect. With those blue eyes that would make any girl fall for him, his fluffy, dyed blonde hair that I always love to touch and play with. Everything about him is perfect. He's having a little talk with Raina, with stuffs like Raina's upcoming birthday party.

While Harry's there, seating beside me, not even saying a word. He's just looking at me, which made me so uncomfortable.

We finally reached the mansion. Raina swiftly hopped out of the car, so did Harry. Which made me sigh in pure relief. I was about to step out of the car when Niall spoke.

"Is it true?" He asked, his adorable Irish accent making me blush.

"What?' I asked back.

"About you and Harry, being together" He asked, disappointment all over his face

"It's not true, Niall" I answered. I feel like I want to burst. I want to tell him every single detail about what Harry does to me.

"What!?" He asked in a whisper shout manner

"Let's not talk here, come with me" I grabbed his hand which made me feel better. We ran so nobody would notice us. Until we reach a forest few miles away from the Styles' mansion.

"What's the matter?" Niall asked, his voice shaky because of the long run we had

"Niall" I hugged him, so tight I could already feel his heart beating. He hugged me back, it feels so good to feel his chest rising and falling from his breathing. We stayed there, just hugging, not saying a word. Until I can feel hot tears in my cheeks

"Chloe, why are you crying?" He asked, his thumb stroking my cheeks lightly,

"Chloe, speak up. I know there is something wrong. Please tell me love" He cooed.

"Harry is scaring me, Niall" I told him, more tears were coming out. I'm not ashamed to tell him that I'm scared of Harry. Cause it's the truth. But, I don't want to seem so weak.

"What have he done?" Niall asked, his voice rough now.

"H-he thinks he own me. One time he told me that I'm his property. And, Harry thinks that I'm his girlfriend. That's why he told everyone including his parents and my mother that we have a relationship. And everyone believes him" I told Niall truthfully

"What!?" He asked, confusion all over his voice and face.

"I will kill that curly haired boy" Niall muttered in his breath.

"No, you will not do anything, Niall" I warned him. What if he gets hurt?

"But, why? He's harrasing you, emotionally and physically!" He protested

"Niall, their family is not ordinary! They are one of the most powerful people in this world!" I shouted, more tears were coming out

"I don't care!" He answered back in a shout

"Why!?" I asked him, why would he waste his time for me?

"B-because... Because" He stuttered

"Because what!?" I asked him, louder now.

Until I felt soft, wonderful lips meeting mine. The worries, fears and anxiety of mine were carried away by his kiss. I felt jars of butterflies being released in my stomach. I feel like this kiss brought me to Heaven. It's a feeling that runs through me like an electric current it gives me tingles and joy.

"Because, I Love You" He said. I felt like I was the most beautiful woman in the world when he told me that thing. I don't know if I should answer back, Harry's voice kept on running in my mind. About his warning.

"Please, say something" Niall plead. Hope in his blue, electrifying eyes.

"I love you too, Niall" I hugged him in joy. He hugged back.

"Oh, by the way I need to give you this. You have to see it" He gave me an old notebook, that looks like a vintage diary. So old that one touch could make the pages tore.

"What's this?" I asked, my eyebrows raised

"Read it." I began to flip the pages, surprising me that it is really a diary. With a beautiful handwriting, of a girl maybe? And everything that is written there is horrible. A story full of horrors and tragedy. 

"It's yours, Chloe. You own that diary" Niall said. Shock is all I could feel. How?and Why?

"W-what? N-no way" I whispered. But you could still hear the stutterring in my voice.

"Look at the last page" Niall commanded.

I flipped through different pages until I reached the last page.

And there was a name signed, elegantly written.

"Chloe Louise Huntley"

(A/N Okay. Cliffhanger. :) I'm so evil. Haha! Don't worry, gonna reveal more in the next coming chapters. Sorry this is kinda short, writer's block attacks again! Keep on commenting and voting! Thank yoouu my lovely readers!)