Afraid To Fall

Chapter Eight

I was sitting in bed on my laptop, scrolling through twitter and tumblr. Yes, I'm a tumblr blogger. I just love it so much. I clicked off of everything and went to one of my usual chatting website called 'Chatters'. It's really fun and everyone I know has it. I noticed I had a request from xIsntSheLovelyx and I quickly clicked accept. I practically accept anybody because I like to make friends. 

IrishPridexo: Helloooo:)

xIsntSheLovelyx: Hi, elizabeth..

IrishPridexo: How do you know my name? Who are you? o.o

xIsntSheLovelyx: It's er its harry. lol?

IrishPridexo: I told u both tht im done!!!!!! >:(

xIsntSheLovelyx: i know, i know. plz dont hate us.. 

IrishPridexo: And y not? U 2 used me!!!! 

xIsntSheLovelyx: i swear i never used u! :,(

I quickly logged off the chat and slammed my laptop shut. He really had the nerves to do that to me and lie? Of course he used me! He probably wanted to take advantage of me like everyone else. I sighed and sat my laptop on my beside table before getting out of bed. The cool air formed chill bumps on my bare skin and I shivered. How is it this cold in my room?

I rushed into my bathroom, shutting the door behind me, and turned on the faucet to the tub. My favorite book was on the side of it and I grinned, peeling the fabric off of my skin. The water was warm and filled up as I lit some candles around the bath and shut the lights off. Relaxation time. Finally. My fluffy pink towel was beside the bath on the stool and I stepped in. The warm water stung at first, but once I got comfortable to the temperature, I sunk in. 

Without getting my hands wet, I tied my hair into a bun on the top of my head and began reading from chapter seven of Pride and Prejudice. 

Mr. Bennet's property consisted almost entirely an estate of two thousand a year, which, unfortunately for his daughters, was entailed, in default of heirs male, on a distant relation; and their mother's fortune, though ample for her situation in life, could but ill supply the deficiency of his. Her father had been an attorney in Meryton, and had left her four thousand pounds.

I had just read that sentence when loud shouts were heard from downstairs. "You hurt my daughter!" I heard my mom scream angrily. There was a pounding at my bedroom door and I shot up out of the bath, wrapping the towel around my chest and waist. "Leave her be! She's already hurt enough!" mom continued to scream, but it was closer. The pounding continued until I opened the door, clutching my towel tightly. Before I could even realize who it was, their lips were pressed up mine. 

My eyes widened in shock as their hands clutched my face. "Mm," I mumbled, trying to push the person off of me. Once he had pulled away I saw that it was Harry. "Really, Harry? You barge into my home and ignore my mother's request?" I asked quietly, getting myself lost in his sad eyes. He was sincere and maybe he was sorry. 

"I never meant to hurt you, Elizabeth.. I wanted to be your first kiss. I was going to bring those things so your first kiss would be perfect," he whispered, leaning his forehead on mine. "Y-you're telling the truth...right?" He simply nodded, pulling me into a hug. Over his shoulder, I could see the disapproving look my mother wore. 

"Harry.. Let Elizabeth get dressed and we can all talk in the sitting area," my mother said, placing her gentle hand on his shoulder. He pulled away with a smile that could brighten anyone's day. Once they left, I shut the door and twirled over to my drawers. But first I pulled the curtains closed in fear someone could be watching me. Maybe it's dumb for me to believe him, but there's something that just causes me to. 

I dropped the towel onto the ground and pulled on some underwear that had 'tumble' on the arse. The next item I attatched to myself was the light blue bra, covering it with my Nirvana shirt. I tugged on some sweat pants and I was done. Perfect outfit for a perfect lazy day. 

After I had taken my hair down and re-did it, I hopped downstairs noisily, spinning my way to the sitting room. I know that I shouldn't trust him just yet, but that's just me. I trust too easily and always end up hurt, but I know that I will do anything to keep myself from falling for either of the lads. 

"Nice shirt," Harry said with a small chuckle. Mom just stared at him as if she was debating whether or not to kick him out or see where this goes. Neither of the adults or Harry know about what I did last night. I made sure to clean the washcloth in my sink instead of putting it in the hamper. I'm very secretive and I always have a plan to keep the things I do unknown. 

I sat beside mom and she wrapped her scrawny arms around my shoulder protectively. I love my mom, I really do, but she doesn't trust me as well as she does my older sister. Even though my sister would beat me just like my father did her.. But everything is perfectly fine between us. 

I crossed my legs in the seat as Harry flashed his perfect smile. "What exactly happened last night?" David asked, crossing his arms over his chest. I looked over at Harry, who's smile had faded. "My step-brother and I are very competitive and he doesn't enjoy seeing me happy. So, when I told him about how much Elizabeth makes me smile, he decided to take it upon him to make my life a living hell," Harry said, folding his hands together. He glanced between the two adults while their mouths hung agape. 

"That's awful.." I just watched Harry, how his facial expressions changed on the different subjects or how they reacted. "So, Zayn practically decided to make me hate Harry and hurt me," I mumbled, fiddling with my fingers, occasionally scratching at the wore out nail polish. "It's not that, Elizabeth. I do think he might've grown feeling for you in the time you two talked." I nodded my head slowly. 

Why? I'm nothing special. I'm just a weird girl. And he's so attractive.. I just don't know what to do.