Beautiful Nightmare

Chapter 7

A/N: Back to Alice's POV. Don't forget to vote and comment!! Love you!

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Erika

As Mr. Simmons took Harry to the office, everybody started talking a mile a minute, discussing what just happened.

"What the hell was that about?" Danielle asked.

"I don't know," I said softly, wondering the same thing. I told Danielle that I wasn't hungry and left to go find Harry.

I needed to make sure he was alright. When I got to the office, I heard shouting coming from inside, right before I saw Harry storm out. I waited a couple minutes to give him some time to calm down before I followed him outside. I saw him yank a pack of cigarettes from his pocket before taking a drag. I usually didn't like when guys smoked but Harry made it look like the sexiest thing in the world. I felt kind of guilty for thinking that when he was obviously upset, but I was a teenage girl after all.

"Harry?" I said, feeling shy all of a sudden.  After a couple of nerve-wracking seconds he turned around.

"Hey," he said, his face not giving anything away.

"Are you okay?" I asked, taking a step closer to him. 

"Yeah," he answered, touching the black eye that was beginning to form. "It's not that bad."

"That's not what I meant."

He ducked his head, his hair shielding his face from my eyes. He gave a short shake of his head, telling me that he wasn't.

"Do you want to talk about it? I'm a great listener." I said to him, giving him a small smile.

"You're not scared of me?" he asked, looking hopeful.

This confused me. "Why would I be scared of you? No offense Harry, but your little bad boy facade doesn't fool me. I can see just how sweet you actually are. It's in your eyes."

He blushed, looking adorable, as he gently took my hand.

"Let's get out of here." he said, pulling me towards his motorcycle. 

"But it's the middle of the day."

"So? Let's cut." I bit my lip as I thought about what I should do. The responsible thing to do was to go back inside but screw it, it was my senior year, I think I deserved a day off after having almost impeccable attendance for the last three years.

"Okay, where are we going?" 

"I don't know," he said, furrowing his brows. "I'd say my house but I'm not sure if my parents are going to go there."

"We can go to mine." I said before I could stop myself. Was having Harry over when no one was home really such a good idea? I guess we'll find out.

"Okay," he said smirking, before I climbing on the motorcycle. 

"But we're just going to talk okay? No funny business." 

"Yeah, yeah, of course." he said, handing me his helmet.

"How come you don't wear a helmet?" I asked as I climbed behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. 

"Because I look like an idiot." he said before driving out of the parking lot and racing towards my house.

"I highly doubt it." I mumbled.

Once we got to my house, I got really nervous. Harry parked his bike and helped me off. We walked up the stairs to my front door and stayed silent as I awkwardly rifled through my bag, searching for my keys. Finally, hidden under old receipts and gum wrappers, I finally found them.

My heart was beating wildly as I motioned for Harry to go inside. 

"You want anything to drink?" I asked.

"No thanks, I'm fine." Harry said, grabbing my hands and giving them a soft kiss, "Relax, Alice. We're just gonna talk. Nothing more." 

I laughed nervously, "Yeah I know, it's just that this is the first time I've had a guy other than Niall over. It's kind of strange. Whatever, let's just go upstairs." 

When we got to my room, I silently thanked everything good in the world for the fact that my room wasn't a mess. There were a few miscellaneous items here and there but nothing too bad. I sat on my bed and watched as Harry looked around. He smiled at a couple of photos of me and my parents that I had framed on top of my dresser. When he was done with his little investigation, he sat down across from me on my bed.

"So what happened at school today?" I asked. I was going to ease into the question but I was dying to know.

"Straight to the point, huh?" He chuckled humorlessly, fingering a loose thread on my comforter. I just stayed silent, waiting for him to reply. Harry sighed, "Ryan was being an idiot. He said something about my sister that pissed me off, so I hit him."

"I didn't know you have a sister." I said, surprised. 

"Had. She died." I gasped, shocked. I was not expecting that at all. It made sense now why Harry got so angry. Ryan and I had some problems in the past, so I knew first hand just how cruel he could be. No wonder Harry beat the shit out of him.

"Oh God, Harry," I said, laying my hand on top of his on my bed, "I'm so sorry. I had no idea."

"S'Alright." he shrugged, looking at the ground. "Nothing anyone can do about it."

"Hey," I said, placing my hand on his cheek and turning his face until he was looking at me. When he was, I could see just how much he was hurting. He may be good at acting like he didn't give a shit about anything, but his eyes gave him away. They made him an open book. "It's okay to be sad, you know. It doesn't make you weak or anything."  When, I saw tears starting to form in his eyes, I leaned over and wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him to me. "If you're sister looked anything like you, I bet she was beautiful."

He nuzzled his face against my neck and I felt his tears, warm as they dripped onto my skin.  "She was." he whispered shakily, his voiced laced thickly with sadness, "So beautiful."

My heart broke as Harry cried silently into my neck. He had obviously been holding all of this in for a long time, but why? This boy had more secrets than I thought.