Love Her (the next part after 'Save Her')

Chapter 24- Stay

*if you can, please play the song 'Stay' by Rihanna (feat. Mikky Ekko) when I tell you to*

Harry's p.o.v.

"I'm going to fall Harry!" Emma giggles whilst walking with a ribbon tied over her eyes. "Why high heels and fancy clothing? I swear if you took me to some prissy million dollar party, I'm going to seriously kill y-"

"Harsh words!" I smiled. "You've been here before, I promise you. And how are peach jeans and a light green top, fancy?" I said. "New York gets to me." She admitted it. "Well, we're in Cheshire. Fancy in Cheshire is what you call what Miss. America would wear."

She nodded. "True." We both walked. Why, Shay? Why high heels? I had to constantly hold Emma so she wouldn't fall. Not that I'm complaining about holding her... I untied the ribbon and back away slowly whilst she opened her eyes and gaped.

It was the art gallery. I had somehow rented out. A dinner table was set in front of the wall where we painted it a little more than five years ago.

[play it now!! :)]

"Harry! This is awesome!" She smiled. "Of course I am." I said before winking. I guided her to the table and held her chair. "Who knew that you were such a gentleman. In high school-"

"In high school, I was an ass. But honestly, I have never slept with any of those bimbos." I clenched my jaw.

~Flashback~

"Daddy! You're home!" I yelled whilst my six year old legs took me to my dad. "We'll how's my fine man?" He picked me up and swung me around. "Great daddy! Look at my picture!" I held out my family portrait of him, mum, Gemma, and I. "Well this is great! This is definitely going on the fridge!"

"Like the other fifty drawings Harry has made of our family." Gemma sighed and combed her doll's hair. Mum was in the kitchen making stew. Dad whispered something into her ear that caused her to drop a spoon into the floor.

"Gemma, can you take Harry into the playroom while daddy and I talk?" Mum asks. Gemma nods and take my hand leading me into the playroom. She constantly peeked out the door and gave me a reassuring smile.

We were having an argument between dolls and trucks when yelling and glass shattering rang into my ears. "Gemma?" My lips trembled. "Harry?" Her eyes were glassy. "Stay here." She ordered before leaving the room and walked down the hall where the kitchen was.

I stuck my head out of the doorframe. All of a sudden, dad walked out. His hands were bleeding. "Mummy?" I whispered. "Gemma?" He came up to me in with a smile. And that was when I learned that his smiles were fake. "Harry, do you love your daddy?" I nodded. "Do you want to stay with daddy from now on?"

I looked at the closed kitchen door. "What about mummy?" He wiped his hands onto his T-Shirt smearing blood over it. "You'll get a new mummy. And a new brother! How about that? Your new brother loves trucks." He walked closer.

"I don't want a new mummy. I rather have Gemma than a new brother, even if he likes trucks!" I sat onto the floor and started crying. "Come with me, my fine man." My father urged. I shook my head. "Fine. But you're still going to live with me." He said before he left.

I slowly crawled into the kitchen because of my shaky legs and stared at the mess. Mum was crying on the floor in the corner and Gemma was hiding in fear under the table. "Harry?" Mum looked up and rushed to me picking me up. "He didn't take you. Thank god he didn't take you."

~Present time~

"He was in love with another woman and wanted to divorce. But my mum loved him. He wanted to take me with him. But mum loved me too. She tried to stop him from leaving and he punched the wall and knocked down a vase. Mum was lucky to even keep me after court. After he left and I grew up to sixteen, bimbos would pay me money just to say that I slept with them."

"Harry... I'm so sorry-" Emma started. "It's okay."

"At first I declined. No way. I sounded like a manwhore. But when I found my mum crying in her sleep that night, I felt I had no choice."

~Flashback~

I was walking down the hall into the kitchen. That day my parents fought burned into my brain. I was tired from all of the long shifts at the bakery and mum and Gemma were already asleep.

I opened my phone to see that it was 4:12 in the morning. These few days, I had been taking early morning shifts before school such as getting ready the dough for bread, making bread, making cupcakes (A/N: hehehehe), making cakes, you name it.

Mum doesn't know that and thinks that I'm off to school early because of school projects. Well by the time she had to wake up, I was already suppose to be at school.

Murmurs came from her room. I slowly opened her bedroom door to find her tossing and turning in her bed whilst tears streamed down her face.

"How will I be able to take care of Harry and Gemma? We're probably going to be broke. But the kids have worked so hard.Gemma has gotten so many paper cuts from filing and I can't even see Harry in the morning because I work late at night..."

I didn't want to wake her up. That'll just be less sleep for her. I grabbed my jacket, and apple, and my book bag, and ran out the door.

******

I was mixing a batch of blueberry muffins. 'How to Save a Life' was playing. Damn. We were going to be broke. A tear slipped out of my eye and landed onto my shirt. "I'm only doing this for the family, mum." I finally confirmed to myself.

~Present time~

"When rumors went out that i slept with those whores, I decided to become friends with Jason. The more popular you were, the more whores after you and the more money you made. The boys got disappointed in me and I quit One Direction because of the extra shifts at the bakery. I just claimed that I didn't feel like it anymore."

Emma wiped a tear from her eye. "When I called you a cow and everything, why didn't you tell me?" I reached across the table and wiped the tears away. "Don't cry. You are the only one who knows other than myself." I held back some tears and smiled.

"Now enough about me. Tell me about you."