Accidental Call

Chapter 10

"Tell me everything, Briana." Harry said, handing me a cup of tea. I looked down at the cup before taking a sip. I didn't look up.

"Bria," Harry took my free hand in his. "I want to help you. Let me help you."

"Harry. I can't. I j-"

"Yes! Yes you can. All I want to do is make sure you are happy and I can't do that if you won't let me know." He spoke calmy, rubbing small circles on the back of my hand.

"Alright. Well, I guess it started when I was about 11. My dad passed away from leukemia and my mom and I moved to Leicester to get a fresh start. She started drinking to numb the pain but all it did was make her abusive. She was already pretty hands on when was sober, but being drunk..." I trailed off, fiddling with my fingers. "She'd hit me or smash her bottles on me. She'd call me names. Say that I'm worthless or that I was a mistake. After about 2 years, the words actually started to get to me. Klea and the rest of them seemed to notice that I was less confident and they took advantage of it. They still do, obviously. I slipped into depression and I still can't escape it. It's like I never really have a good day. I'm always sore inside. My anxiety doesn't really help. I had it for a few years when I was younger before it quieted down. Before I met you it was really bad. Currently, I feel better." The words poured out of me. Never once did I look up, in fear of Harry looking at me in disgust. I sat in silence waiting for a reaction, with my eyes closed. Finally after a minute passed, I looked up to see Harry crying. Crying. For me? Harry Styes was crying for me? 

"Harry?" I whispered, afraid of what to do. He looked up at me, his face red as tears slipped down his cheeks.

"Come 'ere"He told me, extending his arms out. I fell into him as we held each other. Our bodies melded together and our tears mixed. Our crying subsided and sleep took over. We fell asleep on the couch with our arms and legs tangled. My head laid on his chest as the sound of our breathing became rhythmic. 

It was morning now and I could still feel the warmth of Harry's arms around me. His eyelashes were shut lightly as he snored. I gazed at him in wonder. He was such a kind person who always thought of others. I didn't want to admit it, but I loved him. I truly did although I knew that I could never say it out loud.

"Are you staring at me babe?" I heard a rough voice ask. Harry's eyes were shut but a small smile played on his lips.

"Nope," I grinned. He smiled back as he tightened his grip around me.

"How'd you sleep?" He asked me, opening his eyes to look at me. 

"It was the best sleep that I've had in a long time," I admitted. Harry nodded before proping himself up with his elbow. His eyes searched mine, darting back and forth. 

"You're going to be okay, Briana." He whispered to me seriously.

"Harry, i-"

'Shh, Bria. Let me finish." He told me before continue. "You are the bravest girl I hae ever met. You carry on during each day despite the shit that you go through. That night that you picked up the phone, told me that maybe you didn't want to die right then. That maybe you had this little glimmer of hope that you were clinging to too. I think that you were praying for that call to save you. And I hope to God that I can save you." 

"Harry, having you here with me is," I paused, taking in a breath. "is what keeps me going each day. That day that you called me, it was pure fate. That out of all the people in the world, it was you who accidently called me and I can't thank you enough."