Wish You Were Here - Harry Styles

Chapter 6.

*2 YEARS LATER*

Valerys Pov:

2 years. its been 2 years since harry left. And 2 years since he stopped talking to me. He forgot. He forgot about all the times we had together. All the sleepovers. All the fun. Most of all he forgot me. I havent forgotten him. How could i? When everytime i get beaten i think his going to come in and rescue me but of course im wrong.
After that one text he stopped texting or calling.
I hurt so much. My dad would come home and beat me worst everyday. Its so worst now i just wish i could die. It saves then having this pain. I have no one to run to, no one to help me. Sometimes i wish i told harry but others i think it turned out the best, not for me but for him. If i told him he wouldnt be living his dream, he would be here with me.

"VALERY GET HERE NOW!" I heard my dad shout.
"VALERY!" HE shouted like a second after. I ran down the stairs and slipped andthe last and fell on the floor. "GET UP!" He shouted. "GET UP!" He shouted while grapping me by the neck and pulling me up against the wall.
"Yo- Your St-Stru-Struggling M-M-Me!" I said while he held my neck harder.
"I'm going to work, when i come back i want this place stopless" He said and then dropped me on the floor and left. I sat there breathing heavy, getting my breathe back. You think this is bad well i get worst when his drunk, and thats nearly everynight.
I got up as tears started to come down my cheek. I didnt wipe them away because i kknew more would just come.
I dropped out of school knowning i couldnt put up with the pain and school without people noticing. I stopped talking to frankie and blocked everyone out of my life.

After hours of cleaning i went to my room and turned on the tv. I try and not watch tv or go on laptop or read magazines or even go out, because most of the places i go people would ether look at me weirdly or i would see HIS face everywhere i go. On magazines. On tv. On internet. It hurts me knowing he dont remember me.

"Well everyone the favourite boy band one direction are going on a little holiday from work before the next tour..." I was about to turn the tv off when the next bit stopped me. "...they decided to go back to harrys house in holmes chaple for a relaxed holiday."
I stopped listening and thought. His coming back? Here? Where im hurting? What if i see him? Will he remember me? Will he find out about my dad? What will he do if he knows what ive done to myself? I thought of so many questions but no answers and im sure i will only answer some of them but most will be never answered.
Suddenly i was snapped out of my thoughts by my phone ringing. I looked at the ID and it was Gemma, harrys sister. I havent spoken to her in ages well i havent spoken to her or anne since harry left.

PHONE CONVERSATION:
Me:Hello
Gemma:Hey Valery?
Me:Yea Gemma?
Gemma:Yea i wanted to ask you something?
Me:Sure what is it?
Gemma:Harrys coming back tomorrow and we are having a party for him and the boys i was wondering if you wanted to come?
I stayed quiet for ages thinking. They dont know me and harry havent spoken. They know i have distanced myself from everyone and that i stay in more than anything now.
Gemma:Valery?
Me:Huh?
Gemma:Will you come?
Me:Yea sure
Gemma:Okay i will text you the details bye
Me:bye
Line went dead.

A moment later i got a text from Gemma with the time to be over at her house.
I laid on my bed looking at the ceiling. Should i go? We havent talked. He probably forgot about me. I mean i dont blame him, his famous now and im just nothing.

*FEW HOURS LATER*

I was still awake because i couldnt stop thinking and couldnt get to sleep.
"BITCH GET DOWN HERE NOW!" I shot up at my dad shouting. His back. Why he want me he never does when he comes home. I looked at the clock it was 1 in the morning.
I slowly walked down the stairs and he was there waiting.
"HURRY UP!" He shouted and i run the last couple of stairs. "I told you to clean up!" He said
"I did" I said and he grapped my hair. I whinced in pain and grapped his hands trying to get him to let go but he didnt.
"DONT ANSWER ME BACK!" He shouted and i looked down tears in my eyes.
"LOOK AT ME!" He shouted but i carried on looking down. "LOOK AT ME!" HE said and punched me in the stomach.
I whinced and looked at him.
"You crying?" He said and i looked down again.
"YOUR PATHIC! STOPPING CRYING!" He shouted and threw me at the wall.
My back hit it hard and i laid on the floor not being able to move.
He walked over to me and kicked me repeatively in my stomach. I cried in pain but soon he got tired and pass out. I crawled to the foot of the stairs but stopped when the pain was too much. I stayed there a couple of hours and before i knew it, it was 5 in the morning.
I was able to get up and walked up stairs while holding onto the railings. I walked into my room and lifted my shirt. I had bruises already forming from the kicking last night but i still had all the other bruises as well from nights ago. I was in so much pain at the moment i just needed something to let it go.
I ran to the bathroom and locked the door. I grapped my razor and pulled up my sleeve. I pressed my razor down on my wrist and out come the pain. The blood streamed down my arm and dripped on the floor. I slide down the floor and let the blood flow out.
After a couple of minutes i got a towel and stopped the blood and then got dressed.
(Valerys Outfit - http://weheartit.com/entry/40740844/via/Julia_kulia -With trousers-)
I looked at my phone and had a text from gemma.

-Hey you coming round later xxxx G-
-Hey yea probably xxxx V-
-Good cant wait to see you xxx G-

I smiled for the first time in a while because i'm so glad that someone is happy to see me.
I put my phone down and realised that the time was 7 already. I looked down the stairs and my dad was still passed out on the ground. I put my shoes on and slowly stepped over him and out the door. I looked over at the house and there were loads of girls outside screaming. Wow! I didnt know they were this famous.

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